The Middle of In Between
©1994 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
I am stuck
in the middle
of in between.
My eyes are not blue
but they’re not really green.
Children's Poems
Welcome to the Children’s Poems section of my website. I hope these poems for kids will instill a love for language, rhythm, and rhyme that encourages young people to think more deeply, imagine more fully, smile with new delight, or laugh right out loud. Children’s poems can also be pleasing to parents, educators, speakers, artists…anyone who is young at heart. May you have as much fun reading this poetry for kids as I did writing it!
FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT: As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.
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Sloppy Joes Are Sick
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Sloppy Joes are really sick.
Maybe they’re cheap.
I guess they’re quick.
But tell me, do you really think
adults would eat these
once a week,
Rhymetime
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
Sometimes when no one else can play
I make up silly rhymes to say,
like pink ink stinks and bugs hug rugs
and thugs lug buggy rugs away.
Spinning Machine
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
Have you ever gone spinning round and round
till the ceiling looks just like the ground
and the ground looks kinda like the walls
and you’re caught in a whirlwind where everything falls
I Got the Bug
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Lollipops
My eyes are all red, and
my nose is all runny.
The words that I say
sound a little bit funny.
Alphabet Rebellion
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
I’m dotting every i, and
I am crossing every t.
I’m putting letters down, and
I erase them frequently.
The Air Mattress
©1992 Susan Noyes Anderson, Clubhouse
One time the wind was very strong.
It blew and blew like crazy.
So I just let myself go limp,
like when I’m feeling lazy.
Conscientious Objector
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.