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Children's Day Poem In English

Children's Day Poem In English

 

A Beautiful Poem on Children's’ Day

A child is blessed everyday,

To fulfill the dreams and & overcome hopes and fears.

This children's day isn't just for the children;

But to remind the adults to dry their tears.

From hearts and minds,

Spirits and souls.

Children love each other with no strings,

So on this children's day;

I pray that all of us hold,

To one another's hands and together sing.

Today in this land and all around the world,

We too have the spirits of ‘Chacha  Nehru’ to  follow.

To love our fellow youths as once he did;

This is a spirit  that has encouraged the hearts that had become  hollow…

I hold in my heart the hopes and wishes,

Of every teacher today in this place;

With hugs and love and heartfelt kisses;

to let me know that this is ‘Children's day.

 

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Childhood is the best phase of one’s life free of societal responsibilities and financial burdens. Poets and writers from time immemorial have been influenced to write some beautiful compositions for this phase of life.

Poems on children are generally encouraged by the memories people have for their childhood. These memories are often seen to be most important ones to any person.

Following are some of the beautiful compositions in the form of poetry that encapsulates the spirit of childhood and the most beautiful phase of life.


My Precious Child

The greatest gift we will ever know
is a child, born to love and grow.
Conception is a miracle in itself;
the start of new life and good health.

Such a treasure your precious child is,
who will thrive on every hug and kiss.
Hold them close and sing them songs;
they will only be a child for so long.

They may not always smell pure and sweet,
a dirty diaper or a dampened sheet.
But with a loving cuddle and a beautiful smile,
the joys of parenthood are all worth while.
"Thank you Lord for our precious child."



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A Child in the Garden

When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom in wrought,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.

Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."

Nature's Child

A Young Child Lived On Mountains High
Each Morning She Touched The Smiling Sky.
The Clouds Were White, The Sky Was Clean.
Her Mountain Home Was a Beautiful Scene.

One Darken Day The Weather Grew Warm.
Their Heavy Clouds Produced A Storm.
Harsh Rains Caused The Child To Sicken.
She Became ill And Seriously Stricken.

Alone On The Mountain Without Assistance
Her Illness Grew With Deadly Persistence.
The Mountains Heard Her Feeble Cry.
Something Must Be Done Or She Will Die.

The Mountain Beacons White Clouds Of High
To Offer Assistance And To Quickly Try.
The Clouds Then Formed A Massive Arrow.
Pointing To The Child, Straight And Narrow.

The Cloud Arrow Was Seen By Mountaineers.
It Took Them To The Child, Then Disappears.
They Treated The Child And Made Her Well.
As They Cast Away Her Sickly Spell.

Her Health Returned As She Kissed The Sky.
And Caressed The Clouds That Paraded By.
How Did She Survive This Test Of The Wild ?
The Answer Is Simple,
She Is Natures Child!

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My Childhood

My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,
My childhood was filled,
With tricycles and bicycles,
My childhood is filled,
With lots of classwork and homework,
My childhood is filled,
With parents that don't work,
A annoying loving brother and sister's,
This is my childhood,
My childhood is filled,
With a grandmother that was caring and loving,
When I left her,

I was hurt,
But it's for the best,
I remember the good and happy times,
We shared together,
This was my loving childhood,
That I will not forget,
This was my childhood

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