Children's Corner; Poetry

I Refuse to Be Discouraged

I refuse to be discouraged, 

To be sad, or to cry; 

I refuse to be downhearted, 

And here's the reason why . . . 

I have a God who's mighty, 

Who's sovereign and supreme; 

I have a God who love me, 

And I am on His team. 

He is all wise and powerful, 

Jesus is His name; 

Though everything is changeable, 

My God remains the same. 

My God knows all that's happening, 

Beginning to end. 

His presence is my comfort,

He is my dearest friend. 

When sickness comes to weaken me, 

To bring my head down low, 

I call upon my mighty God; 

Into His arms I go. 

When circumstances threaten 

To rob me from my peace, 

He draws me close unto His breast, 

Where all my strivings cease. 

And when my heart melts within me, 

And weakness takes control, 

He gathers me into His arms, 

He soothes my heart and soul. 

The great "I AM" is with me, 

My life is in His hands, 

The "Son of the Lord" is my hope, 

It's in His strength I stand. 

I refuse to be defeated, 

My eyes are on my God; 

He has promised to be with me, 

As through this life I trod. 

I'm looking past all my circumstances, 

To Heaven's throne above; 

My prayers have reached the heart of God, 

I'm resting in His love. 

I give God thanks in everything, 

My eyes are on his face; 

The battle's His, the victory is mine; 

He'll help me win the race. 

Author Unknown

Children's Corner; Poetry

The Land of Liberty

Author: Unknown

I love my country's pine-clad hills,

Her thousand bright and gushing rills,

Her sunshine and her storms;

Her rough and rugged rocks, that rear

Their hoary heads high in the air

In wild, fantastic forms.

I love her rivers, deep and wide,

Those mighty streams that seaward glide

To seek the ocean's breast;

Her smiling fields, her pleasant vales,

Her shady dells, her flow'ry dales,

The haunts of peaceful rest.

I love her forests, dark and lone,

For there the wild bird's merry tone

I hear from morn till night;

And there are lovelier flowers, I ween,

Than e'er in Eastern lands were seen,

In varied colors bright.

Her forests and her valleys fair,

Her flowers that scent the morning air--

All have their charms for me;

But more I love my country's name,

Those words that echo deathless fame,

"The Land of Liberty."

Children's Corner; Poetry

All These Things

by Belinda van Rensburg

Jesus cares for you and me
For all the fishes in the sea
For crawling snakes and birds that fly
Upon the earth and in the sky.

Little bugs that buzz and hop
Horses galloping clip clop
Ponies prancing; dolphins dancing
Love birds kissing and romancing.

Sharp-eyed eagles that can soar
Mighty ocean waves that roar
Bleating lambs and chimps that swing
Refreshing showers in the Spring.

All these things and so much more
Jesus Christ loves and adores
He made each thing and everyone
Who lives under the smiling sun. 

© 2010

Children's Corner; Poetry

Friends 

How good to lie a little while
And look up through the tree!
The Sky is like a kind big smile
Bent sweetly over me.

The Sunshine flickers through the lace
Of leaves above my head,
And kisses me upon the face
Like Mother, before bed.

The Wind comes stealing o'er the grass
To whisper pretty things;
And though I cannot see him pass,
I feel his careful wings.

So many gentle Friends are near
Whom one can scarcely see,
A child should never feel a fear,
Wherever he may be.

by Abbie Farwell Brown

Source: Friends by Abbie Farwell Brown, Famous Children Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/famous/poem/friends-by-abbie-farwell-brown#ixzz2k5eP5LfO 
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Children's Corner; Poetry

childhood is...

Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup

 

 

Shenika Vermaak

Children's Corner; Poetry

School- My Palace

For me school is a palace,
with teachers excelling in solace,
School is a sapling of wisdom and wealth,
known for not burdening us to death,
It is a place of fun, frolic and fiesta,
along with anger, enemity and siesta,
A school is a temple of learning,
the beginning of man's earning,
A school is like a kaliedoscope of exploring,
which set Einstein and Curie pondering,
It is the hub of future excellences,
with a wide variety of references,
It is a house where Friends and teachers meet,
making the atmosphere full of excitement and discreet,
School is always the best,
for the present and future to rest.

Shivani Pillai

Children's Corner; Poetry

Teacher Says, Teacher Goes

Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,

what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.

Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,

that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.

Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,

that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.

Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows.

So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....

Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows

Jasmine Aira

Children's Corner; Poetry

The Child

I was the child
Who got raped
I was the child
That held it all in
I was the child
Giving the dirty slate
I was the child
Given this sin
I am the child
Who told a friend
I am the child
My pain now ends
I am the child
With a fresh start
I am the child
Forgiveness in my heart
I am the child
My love will show
I am the child
Who has let this go

 

Brie Carter

 

Children's Corner; Poetry

SITTING BY YOUR SELF

THIS child needs your love,
this child sees himself in
mamas arms,
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child sees your tears,
this child waits untill its
past.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child takes your hand,
this child leads you to a
chair.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child takes away your pain.

 

DAVID GERARDINO

 

Children's Corner; Poetry

"baby"

I wonder if you ever dreamed…

About me and the world unrevealed

I wonder if you ever smiled…

Whenever I talk to you from the outside



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I feel butterflies within…

Is that you that I am feeling?

I feel happy when you do that…

Now let’s see, what else do you have?



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Every night I want to dream of you…

Hold your face and kiss you

Feel your soft skin and smell it…

Give you a hug and tickle your feet



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That is real enough for me…

To see you in my dreams and hold you tenderly

However, I still can’t wait to see…

My precious little gift… my baby.

 Author: Unknown

Children's Corner; Poetry

"A Parent's Blessing"

When you come into this World,
our lives will be disarrayed,
but don't you ever worry baby,
you'll never be betrayed.
You're a miracle to us both and
you haven't even arrived
although you have already lived longer,
than some others even survived.
You'll be our best friend,
for the rest of all mankind,
We would do anything for you,
whatever is on your mind.
Don't ever think that we don't love you,
cause that is far from true,
We'll be Mom and Dad forever,
and love you your whole life through.

 Author: Rachel Kline

Children's Corner: Poetry

A Message for My Child 

I wish that I could show you
all the things that I have seen.

I wish that I could take you
everywhere that I have been.

I wish that I could indicate
the places where I fell,

And keep you, thus, from tripping
on those “rougher” spots as well.

I wish that I could do all this
and save you from the strife.

But I know that I’d be sparing you
the lessons of your life.

And you must learn those lessons
as hard as that may be,

Just know that you will always have
a helping hand from me.

–© 1999 jessica wesolek