2. The Children’s Hour
by Henry Wadsworth
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause
in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber
above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft
and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave
Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair. A whisper, and then a silence: Yet
I know by their merry eyes They are plotting and planning together To take me by
surprise. A sudden rush from the stairway, A sudden raid from the hall! By three doors left
unguarded They enter my castle wall! They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and
back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They
almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of
Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because
you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have
you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In
the round-tower of my heart. And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till
the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in dust away!

3. I liked this poem because it is long and it rhymes a lot.
It sounds very poetic with use of big words. It describes
a lot of the sounds that are happening in the beginning
of the poem. The mood is also worth mentioning
because the mood is very joyful. This poem defiantly
fits my theme because it is about kids playing.

4. Kids
by MGMT
Take only what you need
from it
A family of trees wanting to
be haunted
The water is warm
But it's sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
Memories fade
Like looking through a
fogged mirror
Decisions too
Decisions are made and not
bought
But I thought this wouldn't
hurt a lot
I guess not
You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward
it
Making momma so proud
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of
consequences
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanting to be
haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it

5. This is one of my favorite songs, so I had to pick it. I
like how it talks about decisions and how they were
made for you as a kid. This song also shows signs of
end rhyming. This band writes songs that have a lot
of hidden meanings. When he says “Control yourself,
take only what you need from it,” is is saying to leave
the bad memories behind.

6. Do You Remember Childhood?
by Faith Grayson
Crawling across the floor
Trapped behind closed doors
Never wanting more
Do you remember childhood
Rolling through the grass
Excited for class
Watching time pass
Do you remember childhood
Pedaling on your bike
The boy you still like
Sad when the bell strikes
Do you remember childhood
Driving down the road
Those looks made with code
Your love always showed
Do you remember childhood
When he broke your heart
And it was just the start
You are no longer art
Do you remember childhood
When childhood was still
there
And your heart wasn't bare
And people would care
Do you remember
childhood?
I can't remember childhood.

7. I like this poem because it starts each stanza with “Do
you remember Childhood.” As far as rhyming goes, the
poem has a rhyme every other line. This poem goes
along with the theme by describing memories from
people’s childhood. The end of the poem is very
interesting. It says “I can’t remember childhood.”

8. My Childhood
by Kiera R Lewis
My childhood was fun,
tough and exciting.
My childhood was one
where there wasn't
much fighting.
This was my childhood.
My childhood was filled
with family and friends.
My childhood was filled
with love that tied up
loose ends.
This was my childhood.
My childhood came
with a grandmother that
cared.
When she left me
I remembered all
the times we
shared.
This was my
childhood.
My childhood was
filled
with classwork and
homework.
My childhood was
filled
with parents who
hated work.
This was my
childhood.
My childhood was
filled
with fun in the
hood,
and food that
tasted like
My childhood was
filled
with tricycles and
bicycles.
My childhood was
filled
with popsicles and
Dill pickles.
This was my
childhood.
My childhood was
filled
with lots of happy
holidays.
Holidays that
aren't
just the same
nowadays.
This was my
childhood.
Now my childhood
has become
nothing but
memories,
But all the good
times
will live on
within me.
This was my
childhood.

9. This poem described some things that happened in the
author’s childhood. They asked the readers if they
remembered these experiences. The poem included
some end rhyming. It also ended each stanza with
“This was my childhood.” This poem worked with my
theme by describing some memories.

10. My Red Bike and Me
by Carrie Richards
I learned on a relic...quite
bent out of shape,
rusty and dented..... and
not even quaint!..,
An rattle-trap, hand-me-
down, that had seen better
days
A ten year old's wishes,
had faded away....
But, then on my birthday,
as I opened my eyes...
There sat a beauty, my
birthday surprise
My very first bike.....shiny
and red!! My dreams had
come true.....as I jumped
out of bed!!!
I tore off the ribbon, to take
a good look
No time now, for
breakfast, no time now, to
groom
I jumped into my
clothes, and then burst
from the room
Onto the sidewalk, and
into the street Shouting
to everyone.. "Will you
come, look at me??!!!”
With legs long and tan, I
began peddling fast
The sun hid it's shine,
the cold wind was brash
Breeze blew through my
hair and into my face
With time on my side, I
was winning a race!
We were sailing along, I
could hear the wheels
spin
Over the hills, where
often I'd been!
Clutching the handles,
pumping my knees
I flew past the
graveyard, as I
peddled with ease
Far down the lane that
circles the fields
With rows of tall corn
stalks, all waiting to
yield
Passing the
warehouse that sold
Daddy's seed
I flew past the
postman, and the
church near the
square!
A turn 'round the
corner, the train depot
there!
Splashing through
puddles along the
bumpy old track
My legs kept on
with no looking back!!
Didn't notice the dark
clouds or storm in the
sky
The air was so sweet
as I held my arms high
Was I dreaming? I
didn't care...as I glided
in time
All the happiness I felt,
all the joy of that I ride!
I remember that
birthday....that's been
hidden inside..
Look at me!! Look at
me!! On my red bike,
it's me!! Don't you
see??!!! Don't you
see!!! ... That young girl
was me!!
Like a clock that's
unwinding..!! That is
me that you see!!
I remember....I
remember....How happy
and free
As those wheels spin
beneath me
Look at me !!!!!!!!! Do
you see??
Free as a bird....it is me,
it is me!!!
Wheeeeeeeee!!!!

11. I personally liked this poem because I too had a red
bike. This poem talks about the memories of getting
a first bike. Its uses literary devices such as end
rhymes. I also liked how the end became
progressively more exciting as they were riding down
the hill. This poem fit the theme because it described
a childhood experience.

12. Childhood, a Poem
by L. M. Hewlings
O, for the loved
familiar faces,
For the dear
companions
gone from sight,
Vanished forms
from life’s busy
places,
That cheered,
gladdened and
gave delight.
O, for the home
of youth and
childhood,
For rambles over
the dear old
farm,
Over the
meadows, fields
and
wildwood,
Frolicking
plays in the
spacious barn,
Watching the
birds and wild
bees
humming,
Climbing the
trees for fruit
most rare,
Gathering
berries, going
nutting,
With merry
companions
free as air. O,
for a swim in
the clear
lakelet,
For leisure to
fish with hook
and line.
As erst of yore
in days of
childhood,
Without a care
of the coming
time.
O, for daily
showers of
sweetness,
As they were
once in the dear
old home. Then
life was gay in
its
completeness,
And yet scarcely
heeded until
flown.
O, for the dear old
kitchen garden,
With its fragrance of
flowers and herds,
Delicious with sweet
spicy odors.
That enchanted the
bees and the birds.
I yearn for those old
fashioned posies,
To breathe fragrance
from mint and balm.
Gather in garlands
enwreathed with
roses,
And roam again o’er
the dear old farm.

13. This poem was very interesting because it sounds
like a traditional poem. It also has a lot of meaning
behind the words that you have to be looking for. The
author is very descriptive in in describing what
childhood was like for them. The author included a
lot of end rhymes and imagery. This fits into my
theme because it talks about childhood

14. Forever Young
by Bob Dylan
May God bless
and keep you
always,
May your wishes
all come true,
May you always
do for others
And let others do
for you.
May you build a
ladder to the
stars
And climb on
every rung,
May you stay
forever young.
May you grow up
to be righteous,
May you grow
up to be true,
May you always
know the truth
And see the lights
surrounding you.
May you always
be courageous,
Stand upright and
be strong,
May you stay
forever young.
May your hands
always be busy,
May your heart
always be joyful,
May your song
always be sung,
May you stay
forever young.

15. I like this poem because it talks about growing up. It
does this this by telling you to stay young. It basically
says that you should stay young at heart. The tone of
the poem is very hopeful. This poem fits with my
theme because it says “May you be forever young.”

16. Best Friends Forever
by Tara
Every time I
trusted someone
it blew up in my
face,
for I have no
grace.
But I’ve found my
one true sound.
The one girl who I
care for, will be
just fine,
when I’d put my
life on the line.
I tell you
everything
because I know I
can,
and I’d never lie,
you see.
We are just
teens as we
grow,
and it means so
much to me that
you know I will
keep every
secret,
so let go.
I would never
ever hurt you with
cruel intention,
for I love you,
my darling friend,
hopefully forever
and always.
I wish us to
always have an
amazing
blazing friendship.
Who knew two girls
so close could be
so very different,
and yet we already
met.
I liked when our
long conversations
grew,
because I felt so
strong when I
depended on you. I
wish I could say
“best friends
forever”,
and let it be true,
because I feel as
though it’s you.

17. I like this poem because is talks about best friends.
This poem speaks to most everybody because most
everyone has a best friend. This poem includes
some end rhymes. The poem’s tone is very joyful.
This poem fits my theme because you usually
acquire a best friend when you are a kid.

18. No Courage In My Size
by Tamarv
I used to be that kid
splashing autumn
lives,
Running in the green
meadows with my
bare feet,
Singing out loud in
the public yard,
Popping my head out
of the window when
it’s raining
I used to be that kid,
I had the courage to
live,
But now I have grown
out of that body,
They don’t have such
a life in my size
And it hurts...
I used to be that kid
begging for chocolate
ice-cream,
Pretending to sob to
break my mother.
That kid showing off to
his friends,
Coming home with
tears
“Cause Jimmy gave all
the other boys a
muffin”
I used to be that kid,
I used to have the
childishness to be
stupid,
But now I have grown
out of that body,
I returned that life to
the store
And on time…

19. I like this poem because it ends each stanza with “I
used to be that kid.” It sounds like he was that
annoying kid to other people. The thing is, he didn’t
care. He was a rebel. This poem doesn’t include end
rhymes.

20. Children Are
by Meiji Stewart
Amazing, acknowledge
them.
Believable, trust them.
Childlike, allow them.
Divine, honor them.
Energetic, nourish them.
Fallible, embrace them.
Gifts, treasure them.
Here Now, be with them.
Innocent, delight with
them.
Joyful, appreciate them.
Kindhearted, learn from
them.
Lovable, cherish them.
Magical, fly with them.
Noble, esteem them.
Open minded, respect
them.
Precious, value them.
Questioners, encourage
them.
Resourceful, support
them.
Spontaneous, enjoy them.
Talented, believe in them.
Unique, affirm them.
Vulnerable, protect them.
Whole, recognize them.
Xtraspecial, celebrate
them.
Yearning, notice them.
Zany, laugh with them.

21. I liked this poem because it uses a unique feature.
Each line goes down the alphabet. I have never seen
this before in a poem. It says to forgive the children
for the things that they are. This poem also does not
use end rhymes.

22. Fear
By Nick Clark
Fear is dark blue
It tastes like ‘a spicy meatballs
It sounds like a cannon
And it smells like a burning fire
It looks like a king cobra
And it makes you feel alive

23. I don’t talk much
By Nick Clark
Just because I don’t talk much
Don’t think I’m rude
Don’t think I’m weak
Still talk to me
Just because I don’t talk much
It doesn’t mean that I don’t like to talk
It doesn’t mean I don’t have friends
It doesn’t mean I can’t talk
Just because I don’t talk much
Still make an effort
Because I can make one hell of a friend
Just because I don’t talk much, Give me a chance

24. Monostache
By Nick Clark
This is a Monostache
Monostaches reside in Maryville, Montana in the mountains of milk
Monostaches consume mustard filled microwavable mashed muffins
Monostaches enjoy growing mustaches, mating, mooing, and making things
Monostaches have half-mustaches that are manderine

25. Multiverse
By Nick Clark
I believe in the multiverse
The infinite space
the mysteries of time
The infinite possibilities
The mysteries of the universe
The fact that we know everything is wrong
I believe in the impossible
I believe in what we can’t see
I believe in new discoveries
And I believe that we have the ability to make a change

26. Spring
By Nick Clark
The spring time is cool
The spring is when plants blossom
The snow is melted
The spring is the beginning
The beginning of seasons