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Christmas Is Really For The Children

by Steve Turner

Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling clothes.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a
hint of rich perfume.

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Only In Sleep"

by Sara Teasdale

Only in sleep I see their faces,
Children I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.

Only in sleep Time is forgotten --
What may have come to them, who can know?
Yet we played last night as long ago,
And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair.

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Go Down, Death

by James Weldon Johnson

Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,

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The Lion And Albert

by Marriott Edgar

There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool,
That's noted for fresh air and fun,
And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Went there with young Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his best; quite a swell
With a stick with an 'orse's 'ead 'andle,
The finest that Woolworth's could sell.

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A Lover's Quarrel Among The Fairies

by William Butler Yeats

A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.

Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,

By the pasture where the lambs
Shall awake with lonely bleat,
Shivering closer to their dams

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Recent Children Poems

Horcruxes

by Peter Quitadamo

Having children is like having horcruxes.
Part of me is out in the world away
From my protection and each day I worry.
Will someone find these disconnected parts
Of me? Will they treasure them as I do?
Will they hunt them down to get to me?
Each wound on them burns me with lightning.
I wish I was still Tom Riddle; simple and whole.
Yet like Harry, I would give myself for these.

Barefoot On The Edge Of Innocence

by Everleigh Blackburn

barefoot on the edge of innocence,
laughter spilling like petals
in a summer breeze.

eyes glinting with mischief,
a wildflower in a garden of rules,
her spirit ignites whispers—
soft shadows of temptation
wrapped in the silk of youth.

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Innocence

by Everleigh Blackburn

Innocence of childhood,
Pure and untouched,
Like a blank canvas,
Waiting to be painted with colors of joy.

Giggles and laughter,
Fill the air with delight,
As little feet run freely,
Chasing after dreams.

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Ladybird, Ladybird

by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Empress Ladybird lived in Moss Wood, in a huge, hollow of an oak tree;
In domestic comfort, with all her dear children, beyond the entry, leafy.

Empress and her mate had parted, when they'd resolved to move on;
However, she would live to love again, like spring when winter's gone.

Empress was all things that a ruler should be, like Queen Anne's lace-
Always fair and kind to subjects, in the green, forest kingdom of grace.

Fireflies and frogs made up the forest family, and visited at olive even,

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Playful (A day in the life of a child)

by Sharon Morgan

Laughing, skipping, jumping, jesting,
Frolicking, rolling, no time for resting
Prodding, poking, running, racing
Pulling faces, grabbing, chasing.

Dancing, prancing, giggling, teasing
Sprinting, trotting breathless, wheezing
Sitting, resting, laying sleeping
Until tomorrow’s alarm is bleeping.