English Poem| Firefly in my room........

English Poem| Firefly in my room........

Last night, as I lay sleepless,
In the summer dark
With a window open to invite a breeze,
Softly a firefly flew in
And circled round the room.

Twinkling at me from floor or wall
Or ceiling , never long in one place,
But lighting up little spaces....
A friendly presence, dispelling
The settled gloom of an unhappy day.

And after it had gone, I left
The window open, just in case
It should return.

English Poem on Mother| My Mom is the Best in the World!.....Poem

English Poem on Mother | My Mom is the Best in the World!.....English Poem| Poem on Mom,

When I yawn and when I wake,
Mom is ready to bake a cake,
While I get ready to go to school,
She checks my bag for every tool.

When I study and when I write,
She is there as my guide,
When I skip and when I hop,
Mom does cut and for dinner chops.

When I play and in front of TV stay,
Mom cleans the house to make way,
When I yawn and when I sleep,
To see that I am comfortable in
My room she would peep.

Poem on Sleep....| Bed Time Poem| English Poem| At seven.....

Bed Time Poem | Poem on Sleep|  English Poem At seven ............

At seven, when I go to bed,
I find such pictures in my head;
Castles and dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams,
That border all this land of dreams;
I find, so clearly in my head,
At seven when I go to bed.

Poem on Cocoon.............| Poem on Caterpillar..........| Poem on Butterflies | English Poems

Poem on Caterpillar..........| Poem on Butterflies | English Poems.....| Poem on Cocoon

I found a cocoon
That a caterpillar made.
Fastened to a leaf
Hanging in the shade.
He barely had room
To wiggle or wag,
Like me zipped up
In my sleeping bag.

I looked each time
Then I passed his way.
But he never budged
Until just today.
Something happened!
He wagged and wiggled
And then climbed out
And carefully jiggled
Small wet wings
That grew as they dried
He'd turned to a butterfly.
Inside!

Poem on Little Things.....| Little Things...........

Little Things.......Poem, English Poem Little Things................

Little drops of water
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the beauteous land.

And the little moments,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
      of eternity.

So our little errors,
I let the soul away,
from the paths of virtue
into sin to astary.

Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Make our earth an eden,
like the heaven above.

All Things Bright and Beautiful..... Poem| English Poem | Poem on God| Cecil Frances Alexander

All Things Bright and Beautiful..... Poem| English Poem | Poem on God| Poem by Cecil Frances Alexander,Poem For English Recitation Competition

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset , and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

                       Cecil Frances Alexander

My Shadow...... Poem| Poem on Shadow |Poem by R L Stevenson| Primary School Poem | Poem For Competition | English Poem

English Poems, English Poem for Primary School , English Poem for competition, Poem on Shadow, My Shadow......., Poem by R L Stevenson

I have a little shadow
    that goes in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him
    is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me
    from the heels up to the head.
And I see him jump before me
    when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him
     is the way he likes to grow-
Not at all like proper children.
     which is always very slow.
For he sometimes shoots up taller
     like an India- rubber ball.
And he sometimes gets so little
     that there's none of him at all.

                                                       R. L. Stevenson        

Pencil Magic Poem | Poem on Pencil | Yellow Pencil | Poem by Jane Merchant

Poem on pencil, Pencil Magic...............,Poem for class three, Primary class poems, Yellow pencil, Poem by Jane Merchant

I like a yellow pencil,
A shiny yellow pencil,
With a rub-away eraser,
And a point all sharply black.

I can draw all kinds of pictures,
Of animals, things and people,
With a shiny yellow pencil,
There isn't a thing I lack!

If I want a brand new spaceship,
Or a secret house in a tree top,
Or a friendly bear to play with,
Or eleven ducks on a pond.

I've only to use my pencil,
And there they are on the paper,
Oh, a shiny yellow pencil,
Is a magical fairy wand!

                                        Jane Merchant