Archive for the ‘pure’ Tag

11/04/2025 💗POETRY OF THE YOUNG💗   Leave a comment

In recent months the political world seems to have taken over virtually all discussions. While those discussions are of supreme importance, a constant drumbeat of gloom, doom, and lying takes its toll on a person. Todays post is my attempt to lighten the mood a little. Here are the thoughts and hopes of a much younger generation ( that hasn’t been scarred by an overload of political thinking.

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By Jane Brown, United States

I like to feel my father’s whiskers,

They feel so very funny when I try to kiss him,

But when he shaves it does not tickle,

But still I wonder what my mother does.

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By Beverley Dinsdale, New Zealand

Dark fills the sky with his big black cloak,

You never hear him him come.

One by one the stars peep through,

Out comes the moon like a big yellow egg.

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By Susan Heitler, United States

The candle screamed with fury,

Hot tears trickled down her face.

With figure slumped,

She lowly dwindled into shadows

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By Annabel Laurance, Uganda

I have a little brain

Tucked safely in my head

And another little brain

Which is in the air instead

That follow me, and plays with me

And talks to me in bed

The other one confuses me,

The one that’s in my head.

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SPECIAL THANKS TO RICHARD LEWIS

02/24/2024 Poetry by Children   Leave a comment

I thought we should visit some children today and read some of their outstanding poetry. Many of these kids are between the ages of 4 and 13 and are from various English-speaking countries around the globe. I find their poetry extremely innocent and pure because they write what they feel without any real awareness of political correctness or the many biases that seem to be everywhere these days. Enjoy them.

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By Sarah Gatti, Age 10, New Zealand

THE SUNBEAMS

It’s a sunny, sunny day today,

There’s not a fluffy cloud in the sky.

The sky’s all blue in a light blue haze,

The orange sun is shining as it stalks along the sea,

And leaves a shiny golden path, for me to walk along.

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By Nelda Dishman, Age 12, United States

TREES

The trees share their shade with

all who pass by,

But their leaves whisper secrets

only to the wind.

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By Jewell Lawton, age 8, Australia

GOD

I wonder

how God lives

in heaven,

when the clouds

seem to be collapsing

like broken birds.

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By Paul Thompson, Age 6, New Zealand

MY FEELINGS

I am fainty,

I am fizzy,

I am floppy.

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THANKS TO MIRACLES & RICHARD LEWIS