Poems In English

She says her love for me could never die But that’d change if she ever found out about you and I Oh – but her love is cold It wouldn’t hurt her if she didn’t know, ‘cause… When it gets too much I need to feel your touch I’m gonna run to you I’m gonna run to you Cause when …

Red light, red light, what do you say? I say stop, stop right away. Yellow light, yellow, what do you say? I say wait, till the light turns green. Green light, green light, what do you say? I say go, go right away.

I am a clever animal – My summer name is STOAT, And when the sun is warm and bright, I wear a nice brown coat. But when the wintry  days return, And all the trees are bare, I change my colour, and my name  – And Mr Stoat’s not there! I’iv changed to Mr ERMINE, And my coat’s a lovely …

“Oh, can you not spare me,” mewed Kitty one day, “Just one real of cotton with which I may play? For you have your dollies, your bat and your ball, Your puzzles and skipping rope, paint box and all. I ask, is it fair that a poor little cat, Should just be supposed to sit still on the mat? No, …

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I’iv been to London to look at the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under her chair. ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

This is the way we pump our tyre. This is the way we pump our tyre. And it goes higher and higher. And it goes higher and higher. Puncture makes the tyre low. And it goes sh…………………o.

Prickly the Porcupine Was curled up in a ball, You wouldn’t know an animal Was lying there at all. He heard somebody calling And he tried to have a look, But found he couldn’t move his head – Poor Prickly was stuck! Instead of walking on his legs He had to roll along, And tried to find his mummy To …

Objects are lessons; from bowls, hairpins, brooches, you learn of forgotten lives. The stories say my grandmother was a fever tree: two birds sat on her branches, one pecking at a grape, the other singing an aria. What history’s bookkeepers do not show is the tremor down the spine she felt, the tendril of blood that coiled in her nose …

I’m a poodle called Poppet-a peach of a pet, (though I let the side down, when I once bit the vet!) But hastily passing that by, let me say, I’m greatly improving myself, day by day! Now poodles are pops, and poppet’s my name, just show me my ball, and I’m set for a game! They don’t leave me out, …

I hear thunder, I hear thunder. Oh, don’t you? Oh, don’t you? Pitter-patter raindrops; Pitter-patter raindrops; I am wet through! I am wet through!