Poems In English

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, …

Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature’s changing …

Seven sheep were standing By the pasture wall. “Tell me,” said the teacher, To her scholars small, “One poor sheep was frightened, Jumped, and ran away. One from seven-how many Wooly sheep would stay?” Up went Kitty’s fingers- A farmer’s daughter she, Not so bright at figures As she ought to be. “Please, miss.” “Well then, Kitty, Tell us, if …

Spring is the time, When children play. Flowers bloom, And all is gay. Summer is hot; And to stay cool, Everybody wants, A dip in the pool. Monsoon clouds, Filled with rain. Make you feel, Cool again. Autumn is short, The leaves then fall. Crushing dry leaves, Is fun for all. Winter is cold. On sunny days, People bask, In …

A crab was walking sideways, An octopus said, “Why, That crab is walking sideways, I think I’ll have a try.” An eel was wriggling forwards, A mussel wondered why That eel was wriggling forwards- He thought he would have a try. A flying fish was flying, A porpoise said, “Oh, my, That flying fish is flying, I think I’d like …

Oh! My handwriting, my Handwriting It seems as if elephant are fighting. Frequently my teacher thinks aloud That my handwriting is awfully stout Everyday I have five minutes lecture That my handwriting should have a better structure. Most of the letters are in air They, enrage the teacher, she pulls her hair They say that my writing should be legible …

Sandy was a baby shrew, And he was at a loss To know while all the other shrews Should always be so cross. He asked his Mother questions, But she only cuffed his ears, And snapped at him, while Sandy Tried to hide away his tears. He thought it would be lovely If the shrews were kind and calm, Instead …

It takes me a week to answer the door, A day and a half to cross the floor, If only I weren’t so terrible slow, I’d get there quicker, don’t you know? It takes me a month to go to bed, Crawl upstairs to rest my head, And if I go to post my mail, It takes a year, ‘cos …

Sammy the seal sat on his box, And clapped his flippers together, He lived in a circus tent so round, And worked whatever the weather. Honk! Honk! went the motorhorns, While the ringmaster cracked his whip, Sammy the seal played “God save the Queen”, And ended with a double back-flip. But as soon as the show was over, Then Sammy …

“Zebras have stripes and leopards have spots, And pigs have a curly tail, But I haven’t anything nice like that- I’m only a great pig whale.” “Oh, dear Mr. Whale,” the animals cried, “You don’t need to make such a fuss. You can swim, and spout water-a most clever trick. Now why should you envy US?” ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, …