Poetry Petals

Poetry Petals

Poetry Petals


Hippy is my puppy
Who is very very naughty
Round and round she runs
Without eating buns
All my books she tairs
I have to stick them all day long
 OOF! what a trouble
 Sticking sticking all the night
She plays with my doll
And with my beach ball
She plays with my toy
Which brings her more joy
She is brown
Climbs up and down
Always moves her ears
When this little puppy fears
My favourite is she
Who sits under a tree
I love her so much

Gayathri,   Std iv,  Wondernest Child Community Centre


My Parrot is a very lovely bird
It wakes me every morning!
It tells me 'getup getup'
When I hear its voice,
I hurry to rise up!

It finds me wherever I go…
In the school, in the ground,
I hear its call.

I feel very happy when
I hear its call!
I worry when I don't hear its call,
I pray and hope
It must be fine.

Kedar.P.Moled,  12yrs,PPES0

The Diamond

Glistening in the sunlight
its appearance bold and bright
cut, colour, carat and clarity
all of the highest possible quality

Its radiance sent beams all over
people came forward by the hour
The air was filled with ooh's and aah's
pandominium filled the hall

"Hey, it's a diamond from my land
that which sits on the Queen's hand!"
A brave little voice was heard in the assembly
And that's the last we ever heard of the fabled diamond!

Malini Srikrishna
11 years SKCH(CBSE), Bengalooru

You must read this poem

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat about your head, with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullably.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep -song on our roof
at night -
And  I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

If I Were A Bird

If I were a bird, I'd sing a song
And fly about the whole day long
And when the night comes, go to rest,
Up in my cozy little nest.

Jackie Silberg


A lovely summer morning
Golden sun in the bright sky.
Birds on  evergreen trees,
cried their notes of joy.
The cold and gentle breeze,
murmured silently to the leaves.
The warmth of the blazing sunlight,
kept everyone smiling at ease.
 The magnificent marigolds,
 Appealing to eyes.
Their golden yellow faces,
wishing the passers-by
 This wonderful morning,
A blissful sight from mother earth.
Her warm hands caressing
A blessing for every birth.

By Pranathi Sridhar


Time is sounded by a chime
It can be like lime
Sour, bad and sad.
Time can be sweet,
Just like a bird’s tweet
And if you will be patient
You might just find the best seat
If you can’t wait
You might faint
By looking at what you’ve got
is just like dull paint
So everybody has a notion about time
It can be sweet, sour and spicy too
Time and again remember this,
Time is more important than a thousand fish

Chintan Singh,S.K.C.H. CBSE