poem.id,poem.ts,poem.title,poem.rating,poem.content,poem.brief_introduction,poem.author,poem.published,poem.stories,poem.share,poem.vote,poem.category_2_x_poem_id 1,"2018-02-27 21:52:50","Thank You",4.35,"Thank you for being the best father that you should Thank you for supporting us when you could Thank you for loving us all time Even when we are not good all the time Every night when I go to bed I say a prayer in my head I thank God for giving me a wonderful family That will never leave me even through tragedy But most of all I thank him for A wonderful father that I have Who did not leave me alone and sad You fill this house with laughter and love There is no one like you Who can cheer me up when I am sad Who can make me laugh So hard I could cry I just want to say that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH","Hi, I am Briana and I am 12 years old. I wrote this poem for my dad on Valentine's Day.",Briana,"June 2008",3,709,164,"{ ""1"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 1, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 2,"2018-02-27 21:52:57","What Love Is",4.26,"True treasure is not found on ships, in chests of silver and gold. True treasure is not ruby rings or jewels from long ago. You don't need a treasure map to find chests beneath the sea. True treasure is simply the love and joy found in you and me!","I am 12 and wrote this for my mother. She is my life.","Alyshia R. Thomas","February 2006",1,163,186,"{ ""2"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 2, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 3,"2018-02-27 21:53:04","Love, Pink",4.16,"My sister, She may be a dork. She may be a nerd. She may not be the thinnest one in the toolbox. So what? You can make fun of her, But guess what? I love her, Just the way she is. And nothing, Nothing can change that. But as for you, Make fun of her, And I'm after you!","I'm Allie Horwitz, 13, 7th grade.","Allison Horwitz","May 2010",0,77,125,"{ ""3"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 3, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 4,"2018-02-27 21:53:09",Seasons,4.14,"Winter is cold, with gusts of tumbling snow, When rain falls down and nothing ever grows. For children, it's the snow that they desire And cups of cocoa in front of the fire. When winter's gone, the grass grows green again. Roses and tulips sprout with bright green stems. The bees are buzzing, the birds are singing. Sheep are grazing and cow bells are ringing. And then the sun starts to shine too brightly. It's so hot that fans are put on nightly, And so then it's off to the beach or pools Where people swim about just to keep cool. All the leaves on the trees turn golden-brown, And when on the ground make a crackly sound. In autumn a lot of money you make From clearing backyards of leaves with a rake. Each season has its own goods and its bads, But since they are all different I am glad!","I'm Michaela George, and I am 12 years old. I enjoy writing songs, stories, and poems. This particular poem is one I am using in an assignment for school. It's about seasons and how everything changes so rapidly.",Michaela,"August 2008",0,293,492,"{ ""4"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 4, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" }, ""647"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 647, ""category_2.id"": 99, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:32:10"", ""category_2.title"": ""Earth Poems"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.3"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Nature Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 10, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Nature Poems"" } }" 5,"2018-02-27 21:53:11","I Love My Brother",4.10,"My brother is sweet, My brother is nice, When I am upset, I come for advice. He teaches me new stuff Almost all the time, And I think that Is really, really kind. I love my brother, And he loves me. Now that's the way It's meant to be.","I wrote this about my brother for his 15th birthday.","Imogen Kate Hindson","March 2008",1,170,224,"{ ""5"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 5, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 6,"2018-02-27 21:53:22",Dreams,4.10,"Images of hope, Locked up fear you share, Love and desire, All in your head somewhere. Dreams are wishes That let your imagination grow. They let you travel Anywhere you can go. Dreams show your happiest moments, And what you dread in your heart. They show you love, how to hold it, And tell you where to start. You could feel the beach, The sand at your feet, The heart and soul you'll be able to reach. Words and images swirl in your mind That let you express yourself for all time. And when horrors are received, And I fall on my knees, Everything is softened by the memories, the dreams.","It was a necessity that I wrote this after an idea. I wanted dreams to be expressed at their full possibility, and I still don't do them justice. I have to admit, I'm proud. I'm younger, so this is really exciting for me. Writing is my life.","Darah S","May 6, 2017",0,85,21,"{ ""6"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 6, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 7,"2018-02-27 21:53:28","A Guilty Angel",4.09,"My little sister really winds me up, she made me smash my mums best cup. And every time she kicks my chair, I really wish she wasn't there. My sister drives me up the wall, she recons that she's really cool. And every night when we have our tea, she kicks me hard right in the knee. But when I tell mum my sister will say, ""I DIDN'T DO THAT I WAS TRYING TO PLAY!""","I know that a sister is for life and that you should love them know matter what, and I do, but sometimes they can really get on your nerves. Especially if they are younger than you. I am saying what I think about my little sisters and they are to me.",Jim-Jam-F,"July 2012",1,31,44,"{ ""7"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 7, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 8,"2018-02-27 21:53:33","No Longer A Blister",4.06,"We argue at times but basically I'm like skin and you can be a painful blister but hey what can I say we're two sisters you're like no other person I've met but yet I understand you and you understand me but we're also family we have a special bond this is meant to be short not long as I am ending this you're next to me smiling you're no longer a blister I'm not going to pick at you any more.. I love you sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!","This is dedicated to my little sister that I love with all my heart!!!",Kathy,"October 2009",1,16,71,"{ ""8"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 8, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 9,"2018-02-27 21:53:39",Dreams,4.05,"Dreams are boats that drift you away to the place you desire. Dreams are mugs of hot cocoa with marshmallows melting as your dream does too. Dreams are storms that rumble with anger as you try to push them out of the way. Dreams are rivers that choose a path for you to go, choosing the dreams you dream. Dreams…","I was 8 when I wrote this, and I was always looking for something to help me see the better things. I looked up some stuff on things like WebMD or other websites. I noticed that nightmares had caused some distress, so I woke up and tried hard to finally alter them. It worked. You can try this and remind yourself of this every night before you go to sleep.",Chelsea,"April 29, 2017",0,47,22,"{ ""9"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 9, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 10,"2018-02-27 21:53:46","Spooky Halloween Night",4.04,"It's very spooky on Halloween night, The ghosts and goblins will give you a fright. Watch your back, do not be blind. If you're not careful, who knows what you'll find? You might see things like little black bats, Or you might see things like scary black cats. On every porch there's a pumpkin or two, With their creepy grins smiling at you. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","A poem about Halloween by an 11 year old girl. It's very spooky on Halloween night.","Jacey Vantimmeren","December 2014",0,660,184,"{ ""10"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 10, ""category_2.id"": 1, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:19:55"", ""category_2.title"": ""Poems by Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 11,"2018-02-27 21:53:50",Granddaddy,4.35,"Granddaddy, Granddaddy, You are the best. I love you with mind and spirit And all the rest. I heard you had cancer. That's what mom told me. Just trust in the Lord And get your surgery. For Granddaddy, I love you, And you can't be replaced. You're always in my heart, And that can't be erased.","A poem to a grandparent from a grandchild to give him strength in his sickness.","Pondra C. Tuten","February 2006",0,356,208,"{ ""11"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 11, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 12,"2018-02-27 21:53:53","My Annoying Older Sister!",4.29,"A jelly I ate, The one my sister made. Made me want to faint. She keeps stealing my paint And waking me up late. Bossing me around Is what I can't take. I want to slap her, For goodness sake. Spending my money Is not great. Can't she stop For just one day? No! Is what I want to say, But if I do She'll smack me Straight away. I wish I could call her a... Something that shall not be named, But we're still sisters, Even today, Because of our DNA.","This poem is done by a twelve year old which is me. Most of it's true and some are made up.","Thanjena Begum","July 2012",3,775,413,"{ ""12"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 12, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 13,"2018-02-27 21:53:57","Fishing With My Grandpa",4.27,"My Grandpa and I do a lot of things together, But fishing with my Grandpa is the best ever. I love going to the lake when the sky is all blue. I love riding in my Grandpa's boat, too. The next trip to the lake I don't want to miss. Just being with my Grandpa is better than catching fish.","A girl shares about the special time she spends with her Grandpa.","Dawneisha Washington","February 2006",2,285,183,"{ ""13"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 13, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 14,"2018-02-27 21:54:02",Boys,4.17,"Bullseyes and targets, marbles and darts. Little green bugs and bicycle parts. Frogs in their pockets, worms in their shirt. A boy is a boy for all he is worth. Cowboys and Indians, Gene Autry boots. Guns in their holsters that are sure to shoot. Big mud puddles, rocks in their shoes, A chip on their shoulder, a black eye or two. Little red wagon, scraped up chins, Scuffed up pants, and old tin cans. A laugh, a holler, a tear, a shout. Into mischief but truly a scout. Old clubhouses, flying a kite, Up a tree, a fall on the bike. Skinned up knees, bruises, and cuts. A boy is a boy when his dukes are up more by Jac Judy A. Campbell","When I wrote this poem I had three daughters, no sons, but I had five grandsons. So true to facts, the words in this poem are some life tales and adventures. Then later, joy, joy, I had a granddaughter, then eventually two more grandsons.","Jac Judy A. Campbell","January 1, 2018",0,45,12,"{ ""14"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 14, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 15,"2018-02-27 21:54:19","My Dad's Addicted To The Ps2",4.15,"pew pew pew goes my dad on the PS2 shooting bad guys on battle field 3 who knew? not me I sit and help him sometimes I mean he never minds he always shouts sometimes swears or doubts he sometimes gets cross and tries to act like he's the boss he might throw a pillow or 2 not at me but maybe you all I wish is for him to come off but instead he says I'm a puff he's always late too bed because this game is stuck in his head when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' one day he'll get square eyes and then start to despise it's good if we just back away and let the wild animal play when I saw him get the PS2 I didn't know what was coming through from within the cloud of rage he forgot about the 'touch pause engage' for wherever there is a beginning there's an end more by Shannon W.","I created this poem while I was watching my dad play on the PS2.","Shannon W.","May 2013",0,60,61,"{ ""15"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 15, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 16,"2018-02-27 21:54:43","My Life",4.10,"This is my life: My parents are split up. I can't believe that they gave up. My life isn't the same. It is different and plain. This is so different than the life we had together. I thought that we would last forever. Instead of feeling crabby, Now I am happy. Now their lives have just begun. I wonder what their lives are going to become. But now I have two families, and that is cool, Compared to a lot of my friends at my school. So I am not the only one who feels this way, So I just wanted to say No matter what, they support me and they love me. I just want them to be very happy. This is my life, and I am very glad. This is the life with my mom and dad.","A poem written by a daughter after her parents' divorce. She mourns the life that she had but is also excited about her new life with two families and her parents' freedom to pursue their dreams.","Kayla K. Eikermann","February 2006",3,97,117,"{ ""16"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 16, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 17,"2018-02-27 21:54:49","My Twin Sister",4.05,"You boss me around and tell me what to do. You say our room is bound and you're nasty when the sky is blue. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away. You yell and scream even when there's ice cream. You say, ""I'm the older sister,"" but when you say that you stick out like a blister. Oh mean, grumpy twin sister, just get away, but dear twin sister, I have to say you're the most precious sister when the sky is gray.","This is about my twin sister.",Rivki,"July 2010",0,62,112,"{ ""17"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 17, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 18,"2018-02-27 21:54:55","What Are We Going To Do With You?",4.03,"Sometimes you drive us all crazy. Sometimes me more than others. But sometimes you yell and kick at nothing for no reason. Tell me, little sis, what are we going to do with you?! I keep on telling myself, ""I wanted a sister, not an alien!"" Only to have mother tell me you are human. I laugh as you walk in with underwear on your head! Now it's mother's turn to say ""Oh, what are we going to do with you?"" But sometimes, when it's bedtime, you can be the sweetest thing. I find it adorable when you snuggle with your small teddy bear. And I can't help but say, ""Taitum, what are we going to do with you?"" more by Jenna","This is a poem I wrote about my crazy little sister. I hope at least someone can relate to this! My dad said we were going to wrap her up in a box and sell her to buy a beaver. We like beavers...",Jenna,"May 2013",2,113,134,"{ ""18"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 18, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 19,"2018-02-27 21:55:00","Great Grandpa",4.00,"Great Grandpa is a wise old man who says he's ninety-four. He tells me that he lost his leg fighting in some war. When I was just a little tot with eyes and nose still runny, He swears that he forgot my name, so now he calls me Sonny. Great Grandpa is a carpenter; he makes things out of wood, Chairs and stairs and pegs and legs; gee, I wish I could. He has saws and tools and tapes and rules in the shed where he does work. Most times he's out there late at night with his dear old helper, Turk. Together they talk of good old days 'bout things they used to do, And sometimes they just kick around what are lies and what is true. Once at breakfast, I asked my gramps when he learned his trade. He said, ""Sonny, I'm very proud to say it was down in second grade."" ""Gramps,"" I said, ""Now that's a fib; you weren't but seven or eight. A boy can't be a carpenter at such an early date."" Grandpa winked and took a swig of cider for his thirst. ""Why, sure you can; it's easy Sonny, after nine straight years in first!"" We laughed and then he took a nap; his skin grew pale and lighter. I loved his wrinkled face and brow, this great old freedom fighter. He had a restful sleep awhile snoring soft and steady. I wonder if Great Grandpa knows I'm missing him already. more by Alan Balter","Hi, my name is Alan Balter, and I am a retired university professor. I worked at the University of Illinois and Chicago State University where my job was to prepare teachers for children with special needs. Now, in retirement, I write fiction, personal essays, and poetry. I wrote ""Great Grandpa"" to honor the man and to preserve his memory for younger people in the family.","Alan Balter","January 11, 2018",0,18,14,"{ ""19"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 19, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }" 20,"2018-02-27 21:55:08",Jovani,3.94,"You're my nephew, my only man. I can walk and hold your hand. When I see you, I see a light. when I see you, I hold on tight. I would hold you and hold you all day long. I miss you, so come back and see me long.","This poem is about my nephew, Jovani. Jovani is 19 months and I am 11 years old.","Lexie Webster","February 2011",0,32,48,"{ ""20"": { ""category_2_x_poem.id"": 20, ""category_2.id"": 2, ""category_2.ts"": ""2018-02-27 21:20:04"", ""category_2.title"": ""Family Poems for Kids"", ""category_2.rating"": ""4.4"", ""category_2.category_1"": ""Children Poems"", ""category_1.id"": 1, ""category_1.ts"": ""2018-02-27 20:54:45"", ""category_1.title"": ""Children Poems"" } }"