Poems For Children

I write a quite a bit of prose, in general short stories. A lot of them, but not all aimed at children. But poetry is a distinct matter, while I liked to read and listen to all sorts of poetry. I had always avoided trying to write it, in general because I hadn't a clue how to go about it (still haven't).

Despite my misgivings, other members of the writing group that I attend, persuaded me to give it a try and like a fool I agreed, knowing full well that I could not meet their exacting standards. Not to worry I thought, I could only do my best, even if it turned out to be rubbish. Unable to get to grips with formal sonnets, I decided to try my hand at free verse. But when the waste bin overflowed, I gave it up as a bad job and decided to clear the carport instead.

Which turned out to be a good idea, because I came across one of Katie's old toys, a fuzzy, one eyed monster from, "Monsters Inc" I think his name was Michael? Anyway it started me writing and the effect is below.

Can't Find Him Anywhere.

I cannot find my Monster; I can't find him anywhere.

Last time that I saw him he was in the big armchair.

I only went to the kitchen to butter us both a scone.

When I returned, he wasn't there; I wonder where he's gone.

Have you seen my Monster? He's really, admittedly tall.

You'll know him if you see him, he's like a fluffy ball.

I've looked in any place in all the places I could think.

I've even searched the cupboard, under the kitchen sink.

If he comes toward you, while walking down the lane

Though he's big and strong and can be an awful pain.

He's admittedly just a pussycat and wouldn't harm a fly.

So don't get all worried; he'll never make you cry.

If you find him hiding behind a big old tree

Give him lots of kisses and send him home to me

Tell him that I love him, because I really, admittedly do

And I'll never try again, to flush him down the loo.

How About this one?

Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Why am I so very small?

When will I start to grow?

Can you help me, yes, or, no?

Mirror, mirror, oh so wise

Can you tell me about my size?

Will I always be a exiguous mite?

Or will I grow to reach the light?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Tell me please will I be tall?

Can't you help with my need?

Tell me if I'll stay a weed

Mirror, mirror, are you there?

Hang on a sec; I'll get a chair.

There, that's better. This is me.

Tell me true what do you see

Mirror, mirror, you're awfully dumb

I think I'll go and ask my mum.

You will find lots of short stories, favorable for all age groups, plus a few more poems for children on my website.