"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful."
Rita Dove
Most parents have heard that reading poetry to young children is important but many parents struggle with incorporating poetry into daily life. Choosing which poems to read is another challenge.
To make your life a bit easier, I have curated a few of our favourite poems that I read regularly to my young children. My personal favourite from this list is “Animal Crackers”. Please share in the comments what your favourite poem is to read with your children or which poem from the list is your favourite. Follow me on Instagram @lifearoundthetable.ca where I share poems for children on my stories.
What Is Black?
Black is the night
When there isn’t a star
And you can’t tell by looking
Where you are. Black is a pail of paving tar.
Black is jet
And things you’d like to forget.
Black is a smokestack
Black is a cat,
A leopard, a raven,
A high silk hat.
The sound of black is
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Echoing in an empty room.
Black is kind--
It covers up
The run-down street,
The broken cup.
Black is charcoal
And patio grill,
The soot spots on
The window sill.
Black is a feeling
Hard to explain
Like suffering but
Without the pain.
Black is licorice
And patent leather shoes
Black is the print
In the news.
Black is beauty
In its deepest form,
The darkest cloud
In a thunderstorm.
Think of what starlight
And lamplight would lack
Diamonds and fireflies
If they couldn’t lean against
Black….
-Mary O'Neill -
The Noise of Nothing
The noise of nothing
is less than a pin
petering down
a deep apple bin,
less than a bubble,
blown round and ripe,
sliding up
off the brim of a pipe,
less than the ring
of a rain-drop gone
from the pool it tingled
and circled on,
less than a penny
put down in plush,
less than a web
where moth-wings hush,
less than a dew
the size of a drop,
Drying by noon
On a petal’s lip,
Less than the hiss
If starlight fell
Down the abyss
Of a bottomless well,
Less than something,
Least of the small:
The noise of nothing’s
No sound at all.
Has anyone heard it
Breathe or blow?
Ripple or stir?
No one I know.
-Norma Farber-
Animal Crackers
Animal crackers and cocoa to drink,
That is the finest of suppers I think;
When I'm grown up and can have what I please
I think I shall always insist upon these.
What do YOU choose when you're offered a treat?
When Mother says, "What would you like best to eat?"
Is it waffles and syrup, or cinnamon toast?
It's cocoa and animals that I love most!
The kitchen's the cosiest place that I know;
The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow,
And there in the twilight, how jolly to see
The cocoa and animals waiting for me.
-Christopher Morley-
You Never Hear the Garden Grow
Row on row,
you never hear the garden
grow.
Seeds split.
Roots shove and reach.
Earth heaves.
Leaves unfurl.
Stems pierce the
ground.
Pea pods fatten.
Vines
stretch and curl.
Such growing
going on
without a sound!
-Lillian Moore-
The Black Pebble
There went three children down to the shore
Down to the shore and back;
There was skipping Susan and bright-eyed Sam
And little scowling Jack.
Susan found a white cockle-shell,
The prettiest ever seen,
And Sam picked up a piece of glass
Rounded and smooth and green.
But Jack found only a plain black pebble
That lay by the rolling sea,
And that was all that ever he found;
So back they went all three.
The cockle-shell they put on the table,
The green glass on the shelf,
But the little black pebble that Jack had found
He kept it for himself.
-James Reeves-
A Good Play
We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of sofa pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.
We took a saw and and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, ‘Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake’;
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on, till tea.
We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.
-Robert Louis Stevenson-
Block City
What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.
Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I'll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.
Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.
This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!
-Robert Louis Stevenson-
Rain Sizes
Rain comes in various sizes.
Some rain is as small as a mist.
It tickles your face with surprises,
And tingles as if you'd been kissed.
Some rain is the size of a sprinkle
And doesn't put out all the sun.
You can see the drops sparkle and twinkle,
And a rainbow comes out when it's done.
Some rain is as big as a nickel
And comes with a crush and a hiss.
It come down too heavy to tickle.
It's more like a splash than a kiss.
When it rains that right size and you're wrapped in
Your rainclothes, it's fun out of doors.
But run home before you get trapped in
The big rain that rattles and roars.
-John Ciardi-
My oldest son loves this poem so much he giggles the whole time! It's definitely one of the funniest poems we've added to our collection.
My Tooth Ith Loothe
My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!
I can't go to thcool, that'th my excuthe.
I wath fine tatht night when I went to bed, |
But today it'th hanging by a thread!
My tooth ith looth! My tooth ith loothe!
I'm telling you the honetht truth.
It maketh me want to jump and thout!
My tooth ith loothe.....Oopth! Now it'th out!
-George Ulrich-
Please share in the comments what your favourite poem is to read with your children or which poem from the list is your favourite.
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