Creative Poetry from Children

by limebirdvanessa

I believe strongly that most children are naturally very creative, but unless this is encouraged and allowed to blossom it often gets lost as they get older. I have always found poetry which has been written by children to be fascinating. While it is generally very easy to tell the difference between a story written by a child and one written by an adult, with poetry, it isn’t always so clear; their writing often shows a maturity which seems beyond their years. My view is that this is because there are a lot less rules in poetry writing and therefore children can express themselves more freely. I have three examples below. The first two were written by my own children – I’m not posting them because I want to seek lots of praise for my children, nor am I trying to say that my children are any more creative than any other children, it’s just because I obviously have these ones to hand and I don’t need anyone else’s permission to post them!

This first one was written by my son when he was eight years old. The brief from school was that they had to write a poem about temptation:

TEMPTATION

Just one more pizza
No one will see
Will I be tempted?
Will someone catch me?

Just one more chocolate
No one will see
Will I be tempted?
Will someone catch me?

No more of anything
Oh deny me
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This second one was written by my daughter when she was 11. Again it was a school task, and the brief was to write a poem about regeneration:

THE TREE

They start as a shoot, into a stalk.
Then comes the bloom, which is the beauty of nature.
They slowly grow, bigger and bigger, whispering in the wind as if they could talk.
Blossom at first then the green, millions of leaves.

Leaves going orange, gold and brown.
Frost creates a crystal cover.
Leaves falling slowly, covering the ground.
They are slowly dying on top of each other.

The branches are bare, nothing to see.
The trees are wearing a layer of snow.
They’re freezing, iced, wishing to be,
Warm again leaves, bright pink and happily green.

Shoots are starting, stubble then green.
Leaves are ready, ready to start.
The life is back, gone from pauper to queen.
Growing happiness comes straight from the heart.

Telling their secrets, they’re whispering again.
Home to many, growing our fruit.
Sweet and sour, no tree is plain.
The leaves are big, starting from a shoot.
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This next one was not written by one of my children, but by an incredibly inspirational 15 year old girl who we worked with through my day job in education. Obviously at 15, she’s not quite a child in the sense that I was referring to, but I wanted to include it. I know she wouldn’t mind me sharing it here because she had given it to us for our newsletter so it has already been put out there as it were. I can’t read this poem without crying. The girl who wrote it is severely disabled, having been in a wheelchair her whole life; that is partly what makes this poem so poignant – I don’t mean that in a patronising way, it certainly stands on its own merit, I mean because of the content, well, you’ll see…

KING OF THE SKIES

We run in different circles, speak different dialects,
But when our hands touch something just connects.
Your voice sultry and exotic, mine gentle and sweet,
The only thing that’s the same about us are our heartbeats.
You travel far and wide, you’re the king of the skies,
And yet even though you’ve travelled the world you still think I’m the greatest prize.
So, when you say you’ll stay with me instead of taking flight,
I tell you to go anyway, because I know that that’s what’s right.
And later on when you hesitate because you see me fighting to keep my tears at bay,
I give you a wave and a kiss goodbye.
For I have no wings and I refuse to take yours away.
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22 Comments to “Creative Poetry from Children”

  1. Vanessa I love these, your two are very talented! I absolutely love the last one, it’s beautiful.

  2. I know you weren’t trolling for a compliment about your kids, but I’m giving you one anyway: what wonderful work! They, like you, have the creative spirit. Here’s hoping they hold onto it for a good, long time.

    • Thank you 🙂 My daughter seems to be moving away from written creativity and more towards art/design – always good to have a bit of creativity, in whatever area!

    • I’m not quite sure if this comment is going to appear above or below your comment about being a former graphic designer, but she’s more leaning towards fashion design or interior design – she has a really good eye for interior design actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if she goes that way. My partner owns a graphic design and print business actually!

  3. Absolutely agree about poetry being a wonderful bridge between young creators and older ones, Vanessa. I think you’re right that a lot of it has to do with rules. Which makes me think…why are we adult writers so afraid of breaking some of those rules? 🙂

  4. Wonderful creative work, by all three. I’ve seen adults do poetry with less impact and more words…so who is to say where genius lies?

  5. Nice work by all. Thank you for sharing!

  6. I wish I still had some of the poems I wrote for school courses. Some of them probably weren’t too bad. These are all very good, and I like your idea that the freer style of poetry lets children do well at it.

  7. Such wonderful poems. I used to love to write poems when I was a kid, you’re right sometimes it’s harder to tell with poetry the line between kid and adult.

  8. I love kids’ poetry. There is such a natural, innocent attitude that they evoke in the imagery and the words. This past spring, my daughter won second place in her age group in a poetry contest. All the winners got to read their poetry, and I was amazed at how wonderful they all were. Poetry is a wonderful mode of expression for kids because of the lack of rules and probably is easier for kids to manage than a story that needs to have beginning/middle/end.

    • Yes, I think schools should really take on board the fact that children can express themselves in wonderful creative ways if they are given plenty of freedom. When my children were younger, I was often disheartened to see them coming out of school clutching a piece of artwork they had done, along with the rest of the class each all clutching almost identical pieces; in fact it didn’t just dishearten me, it made me quite angry, I mean I guess they were teaching them techniques, but I hated that it was so prescriptive in that way that made them all produce the same thing. Sorry, I’m starting on a rant, I’ll stop!

  9. Amazing. I don’t know what to say, especially for the last lines of the last one.

  10. Super post, I am a great believer that one of the attriutes needed to be a good parent or a great teacher is to remember what it was like to be a child (not quite the same as behaving like one all of the time, it’s important to know that age brings a degree of responsibility of course) but so many adults do not remember the joys of having no limits, nobody telling them they cannot achieve something.

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