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A poetry composed for kids usually follows a rhythm, the lines rhyme with each other and they are easily understood by them. However, if they know the types of poems they are learning then it shall help them learn quickly and get a better insight at the tender age. Kids' poems although might sound similar, are a lot different from one another. Finding out the difference becomes easy when they understand the variation clearly.
Different Types of Poems for Kids
ballad
Little Daddy Longlegs played in the sun,
Climbing up the front steps just for fun.
from Turtle Trouble
Tell me if you think you know
How to make a turtle go.
from Tomorrow's My Birthday
Tomorrow's my birthday and I'll be four
And I won't have to stay home anymore.
from Nature's Shows
Nature puts on little shows
Every time it rains or snows.
from It's Snow Wonder
It's snow wonder that we cheer
Snowflakes when they fall each year ~ Charles Ghigna
acrostic poem
Crisp and colorful
Adorable and crunchy
Nice and tasty
Delicious and tempting
Yummy and best
autobiographical poem
I'm a Jilly Joe
I love to sail and row
I love flying kites
only to end up with fights
My friends hate me
For I'm a wannabe
I love myself
For I'm Jilly Joe
cinquains
Listen...
With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall. ~ from 'November Night' by Adelaide Crapsey
diamante
'Happy Birthday'
Birthday
Joy, Surprises
Cake, Candles, Balloons, Cards
Party, Laughter, Hugs & Kisses
Sharing, Gifts, Special, Wishes
Special Day,
What Fun! ~ Dr. Maisie M
rhyming
'Couplets'
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are!

'Triplets'
I love my red balloon,
I want it to reach the moon,
To my grandpa very soon. ~ Dr. Maisie M
color poems
White is the milk
As tasty as could be.
White are the clouds
Like cotton balls in the sky.
So is the light white
That brightens my day. ~ Dr. Maisie M
haiku
Sick on a journey-
Over parched fields
Dreams wander on. ~ Basho.
imagery
I'm the fairy of my garden
My white wings and golden crown
make me charming.
I can weave magic
with my magic wand.
I'm the fairy of my garden.
limerick
There was an Old Man with a flute,
A sarpint ran into his boot;
But he played day and night,
Till the sarpint took flight,
And avoided that man with a flute ~ Edward Lear
question poetry
Tree
Oh, Tree!
Why are you so sad?
Why aren't you glad?
Did someone hurt you?

Oh, child!
I am sad because my family
has been cut down.
Nobody has hurt me yet!! ~ Shania