Bathtime Buddies
©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson
When baby brother took a bath,
I used to get in, too.
I’d help my mommy hold him up
while he got his shampoo.
Children's Poems
Welcome to the kid’s poetry section of my website. I hope these children’s poems 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 as I did writing them!
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.
(My work may be used free for non-commercial purposes only. Please request permission by email and include full copyright information, legibly printed, on every copy made. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this website is required.)
Potty Trainer
©1998 Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
My brother’s being potty trained.
I’m really very glad.
Changing diapers isn’t fun, and
messy pants smell bad.
Sound Off!
©1998 Susan Noyes Anderson, Miles of Smiles, Meadowbrook Press
Our bodies sound off all the time.
What noises we can make!
It happens when we’re fast asleep,
or when we’re wide awake.
Button Nose
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
My mom has always told me that
I have a button nose.
Today it’s running like a stream
and spraying like a hose.
Dinosaur Ratings
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
I like the brontosaurus
and tyrannosaurus rex.
The diplodocus thrills me
and eoraptors never vex.
For the Birds
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
My sister loves to feed the birds.
They come from miles around.
She offers them a place to nest
and birdseed by the pound.
Easy as 1-2-3
©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
(Is anybody home in there?)
I do not like arithmetic.
The numbers turn out wrong.
My twos and threes end up where
fives and sixes should belong.
Guess What!
©1981 Susan Noyes Anderson
What’s the most important thing of all?
It’s sometimes big and sometimes small.
It’s full of girls (or maybe boys)
and makes an awful lot of noise.