#Poems for Children

[adventuresofalgy]

Little You-I, the baby dragon which Algy had discovered with its leg caught between stones in the burn, kept complaining that its foot hurt, and on inspection Algy guessed that it had probably sprained its ankle while twisting and turning among the stones in an attempt to get free.

The wee creature only had tiny wings: it was able to make fluttering jumps between one spot and another quite close by, in a way similar to a fledgling blackbird or thrush, but it could not fly very far at all. So Algy decided to give it a ride on his own back, and in this way he managed to carry it for a distance of a mile or so, until they reached his assistants' garden.

Borrowing a small bandage from his assistants' First Aid cabinet, Algy seated Little You-I in front of him on a large log and proceeded to bandage its ankle, all the while crooning a suitable poem for children, over and over again, to distract it from the pain. And he promised Little You-I that when its ankle was better, he would indeed take it to the beach, to play by the sea…

I’m walking (I’m walking) with my iguana (with my iguana) When the temperature rises to above eighty-five, my iguana is looking like he’s coming alive. So we make it to the beach, my iguana and me, then he sits on my shoulder as we stroll by the sea . . .

[Algy is crooning part of the poem for children Walking with my Iguana by the contemporary British poet Brain Moses.]

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Poem for my daughter by Teddy Macker

[weeby-monster-the-bastard]

"if you were a rosebud i'd help you grow, if you were a myth you'd be achilles and i, thetis, if you were a iphigenia i would be clytemnestra, if you were troilus i would be apollo for you, if the sun rises or the moon comes to take you from me i shall rest your body at peace" -i wrote a poem for my honorary kid i adore he is my little sunshine <3

[jollystreetnet]

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[colleenjantzen]

November Moon

Might be a sweet one for your littles to learn:)

Slung low Shining bright November moon Good night

[hypertechnica]

happy 9th undertale anniversary, everyone. :)

[starssoblue]

“things were so hard with dad in recent years...how did he go from paparapluie to père? i wish i could face him and understand, but while he was still here i didn't dare try to tell him [any of my feelings] and now...it's too late.” * paparapluie is a pun on the words papa and parapluie (umbrella) since the plush is a frog. père is the french word for 'father.'

[perfectfeelings]

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

Ransom Riggs; Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

[serxiensky]

conversations in eden

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather had remained grey, dreich and windy for several days, and although it was by no means freezing, it felt very much chillier than Algy found comfortable. It had been raining too, sometimes quite heavily, and although it was more or less dry again for the moment, the weather birds were predicting that plenty more rain would arrive later in the day. Algy felt that it was altogether unsuitable for adventuring out and about in the wild west Highlands, and he was reluctant to stray from the relative shelter of his assistants' garden until conditions improved…

So he decided to revisit the "Flight of the Butterflies" miniature cherry that he loved, for it was the only tree in blossom this early in the year. It grew in a sheltered part of his assistants' garden, and Algy guessed that it would be pleasant to take a wee ride upon it, while inspecting the delicate flowers more closely.

It was indeed relatively calm in that particular spot, as he had hoped, but as Algy rocked gently on the swaying branches he could hear the wind rushing much more vigorously through the taller trees nearby. Looking up, he noticed that some of the local birds were being blown about the sky unceremoniously by the stronger gusts, and he thought:

I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all-- O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

[Algy is thinking of the poem The Wind from the volume A Child's Garden of Verses by the 19th century Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson.]

[soracities]

Wisława Szymborska, “Children of Our Age”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)  

[0alix0]

just love how we still have absolutely no details about how evanuris killed mythal :) the mother of all, elgar'nan's wife, a mother of 3 possibly 5 other gods (who probably killed their own mother hello??), "the voice of reason"

remember that? remember "they killed mythal... a crime for which an eternity of torment is the only fitting punishment"

yeah. love it)))

[lucabyte]

this one is fun enough to get a post to itself. you've got to serve, stardust

[bigspoonlttlespoon]

BUG POEM: still image ed. cuz the other one was bad on some people’s eyes (very fair lmao)

here is a poem i wrote at work (instead of working) over a year ago and finished illustrating the other day! (using Shake Art DELUXE on itch.io, the shaking version is here)

Transcript below:

bug i am, yes i am bug

(also known to some as grub)

but either bug or or grub you see i'll always be snug as can be

where am i snug? i'm glad you asked! (the answer's truly clear as glass)

for as a bug who's snug, you see there's only one place i could be!

snug as a bug in a rug i'm sure, is something that you've heard before

a common phrase... a simple rhyme... (matters little to most, just a throwaway line...)

but to me it's something more, for in that rug its ME who snores!

so next time you wish goodnight, i wish you may, i wish you might,

remember bug, snug as can be for in your rug that bug is me <3

[black-suns-rim]

Travelers of the realms

"From far and wide, we will explore

I have seen it all, yet you have much to see

New in this life, I'll guide you by my hand

A promise to you and a promise to myself

I have guided many, but very few of them stay

If you choose to stay or not

I'll still guide the way

For it is a promise to you and a promise to myself

So as you find joy in the New, I find joy in your awe

Nothing can beat the excitement of seeing something new

And nothing will deter me from showing you

My dear little friend, I'll always be here

For I've been here for a long time, I've seen it all

And as the time passes, I'll see you grow

But one day I know... I'll see you go

So I enjoy all that we do, for it might one day be the last

But I enjoy the time we do share together

For this is the way it always has been

The way it always will be

Until then, I will be a brother to you

And guide you by my hand

These are the unspoken rules of a veteran"

[justzawe]

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savechildrenuk As horrors continue to be livestreamed from Gaza, Save the Children supporter @zawe has penned a beautiful and harrowing poem.

Zawe is an actor, writer, and director who this week announced that she’s expecting her second child. She says: “In the depths of horror, when words fail and despair looms large, I have always found poetry to be a sanctuary where pain can be processed and the unspeakable expressed. It is essential to illuminate the harrowing experiences endured by the children in Gaza. These young souls, whose innocence should be cherished, are instead engulfed by death and despair.

"To share these words with Save The Children is to commit to the collective responsibility we all have to cast a spotlight on their relentless struggles, and to remind humanity that every child is entitled to life. A life filled with hope, peace and freedom to dream. The cries of the innocent have been the underscore to this profound moral failure. This poem also stands as a solemn vow to myself—to advocate for children with unwavering courage.”

The poem, 'Hope will need a new name', shares the stories of children who are facing bombardment and horrific challenges to survive on a daily basis. The message is one of hope and despair, highlighting the horror the children of Gaza are enduring.