Prose Poems for Children (15)
Everyone should be familiar with prose, both in school and in society, right? The purpose of prose is that the writing must be beautiful and the text must flow. "The form is scattered but the spirit is not." I believe many people find prose difficult to write, right? Here are my carefully organized children's prose poems, welcome to read and collect.
Children's Prose Poem 1
"Mom"
I have to say it,
To say that you gave me
A piece of gratitude.
You have given me so many trees that I love,
You have given me so many birds that I love,
You have given me so many stars that open their petals,
You have given me so many words to write my poems and my songs,
You have given me so many hearts that open to me,
You have given me so many maidens with sweet voices,
You have given me so many women with sweet voices. You have given me so many kind hands for me to hold,
and you have given me this child's heart -
which wants nothing from life,
but a gust of wind to send the kite of my dreams up to the blue sky.
I have given you this child's heart,
and I have given you this child's heart,
which wants nothing from life,
but a gust of wind to send the kite of my dreams up to the blue sky.
The Boat
In the winter, a small boat stopped by the river.
The river was frozen and froze the boat. It snowed, and the boat slept under a thick blanket, and slept sweetly.
The ice gradually thinned out, and the bottom of the boat dipped under the ice was fluttered by the tail of the big fish, which told the boat: spring is coming.
The snow melted, the ice broke, and the boat stretched. A little red boy jumped into the boat, Penny gently a little, the boat in the green river water, all of a sudden floated up.
Little boat, little boat, where are you going?
Oh, it is going to carry seeds.
Oh, it's going to carry seeds!
The Rain
Outside the window,
it is raining.
But, mom
Don't stop me,
I'm going out into the rain.
I put on my straw hat.
I ran out into the rain.
I turn into an umbrella.
The umbrella flies through the storm,
sheltering pedestrians without umbrellas.
When the rain stopped,
I flew away again,
into the green woods after the rain.
Mom, maybe you've lost your daughter,
and you're anxious,
and you're afraid I'll get wet in the rain.
You ran to the street,
asking the wind after the rain,
asking the rainbow in the sky,
asking every pedestrian:
My daughter, where is she?
You come to the forest,
ask the birds,
ask the flowers,
ask the raindrops that drip from the leaves:
My daughter, where is she?
They all said:
That's a naughty little girl,
She's playing hide-and-seek with us again,
Who knows where she's hiding!
After the rain.
In the forest.
Mushrooms are spilled all over the place.
They love to play after the rain.
Mom, when you reached out to pick the whitest,
fattest mushroom,
all of a sudden,
it changed,
into your...daughter. She blinked her eyes,
and looked at you with a smile
- Mom, I'm back!
Look, I'm still wearing my straw hat,
with colorful raindrops on it.
Protagonist Swap
As promised, the protagonists are swapped.
Today you are the father and I am the baby.
You pushed me into the park, I bit the pacifier with an innocent face.
I cried and cried, and you scolded me severely.
Passers-by still marveled at your cuteness and condemned me for being ridiculous.
They forget our agreement,
Today I'm the baby and you're the daddy.
Children's Prose Poem 5My Kite
Take me, my kite,
Take me quickly to the blue sky!
I want to fly in the sky,
I want to hover in the sky,
I want to fly like a bird,
Fly over the sea,
Fly over the ocean.
Take me, my kite,
Take me to the blue sky!
See how wonderful the world is from the sky,
See how wonderful the children of the world are,
I want to hold hands with them,
I want to laugh with them.
Take me there, my kite,
Take me up to the blue sky!
Prose Poetry for Children 6Just a Little Bit Closer
He usually has a catchphrase:
"Just a little bit closer, it doesn't matter ......"
He eats, loves to leave the bottom of the bowl, "
He's a little bit closer to the bottom of the bowl than the bottom of the bowl.
He loves to eat, loves to leave the bottom of the bowl,
Grandma says he loves to answer:
"It's just a little bit,
It's okay ......"
He goes to school, is often late,
Always chasing teachers into the classroom to:
"It's almost time,
It's okay ......"
To go to the park, the collection to take the car,
The car drove before he rushed to:
"It's so close,
It's okay ......"
Ah, in the blink of an eye he grew up,
and finally became an engineer.
He went to the automated restaurant,
and wanted to eat "rabbit", but wrote "meat-free",
and the robot brought him his meal,
and told him to eat a vegetarian meal;
it was just a little bit too close. It's okay!
He came to the site with the drawings,
and wrote 1. 5 meters as 15 meters,
wow!
The window next to the door of the building,
was built from the first floor up to the sixth floor;
it's just a little bit close, it doesn't matter!
He flew to a planet for an expedition,
and was supposed to leave there on time in a spaceship.
As it turned out, he was still late,
and the spaceship left him there alone ......
Just a little bit, never mind!
Perhaps the story was not told accurately enough,
Ah, let's hope it's not true.
Children's Prose Poem 7"The Little Flower Cat Looks Forward to the New Year"
The little cat,
is really greedy.
Every day he looks forward to the Chinese New Year
He can eat good food at the Chinese New Year.
And new clothes for the New Year.
No hope, no hope.
Anxious flower cats come and go.
Suddenly one day, I had the brilliant idea.
Because the calendar slowly turned over.
From then on, every day a few pages were turned,
the full set had just spent the summer.
The bonuses are on, the grass is green.
Can't have a New Year yet.
Children's Prose Poetry 8Dogwood
Those red wildflowers.
The purple wildflowers.
The blue wildflowers,
are gone.
Here, there is only grass.
Everyone else has picked the flowers,
Teacher, what about me?
How about you give me a handful of dogwoods?
I pouted,
looking at the handful of dogwood,
only to see it in the hands of the teacher,
fluttering,
shake,
fluttering,
jump,
a moment,
turned into a puppy,
given to me,
the teacher said.
I pursed my lips and laughed;
a little while later,
it turned into a kitten,
and gave it to me,
and I clapped my hands and jumped;
a little while later,
it turned into a fluffy bird,
and gave it to me,
and I flew around with it in my arms!
...... From that day on,
We all loved the dogwood, too,
For our little hands, too,
Became as dexterous as those of the teacher!
Children's Prose Poem 9"I Like You, Fox"
You're a little fox clever and resourceful What a lovely idea to cheat meat from the crow's mouth! Cheap, who calls the crow, likes to sing and croak and boast! And the meat was stolen from him, you can eat him maybe you eat the meat. You'll be pretty! Tail like red fire sweeping like the wind across the turquoise grass. I like you, fox. Your cunning is witty. Your morale is funny no matter what the grown-ups say, I, I like you.
Prose Poem for Children 10"I Learned to Write"
When I learned to write "Little Sheep,"
All at once the trees, and the houses, and the fences,
And everything I saw with my eyes
Curled up like wool.
All at once, the trees, the houses, the fences,
and all that my eyes saw,
were bent and curled like wool.
When I took my pen and wrote "river" in my little exercise book,
I saw a splash in front of my eyes,
and a palace rose from under the water.
When my pen had written "meadow,"
I saw a bee busy among the flowers,
and two butterflies swirling about,
and with a wave of my hand I could catch them all in a net.
If I had written "my father,"
I would have wanted to sing and jump a little,
I am the tallest and the best,
I am the best at everything.
New Year's Day, New Year's Day, I pay my respects to Grandma, Grandma gives me a red packet;
New Year's Day, New Year's Day, I say good luck for New Year's Day,
Congratulate each other on the New Year's Day, New Year's Day, dancing lions, stepping on stilts, the temple fair is very lively;
New Year's Day, New Year's Day, New Year's Day, a new atmosphere for the New Year, work and study step by step;
New Year's Day, New Year's Day, work and study step by step; step by step!
Children's Prose Poem 12"In fact I am ......"
In fact I am a cloud When I am in the sky, running free, I want to say this to you. In fact, I am a butterfly. When I fly at the end of the flower, I see a lot of insects. I want to say this to you. In fact, I am a yellow leaf. When I fall from the trees and color the earth golden yellow, I want to say this to you.
Children's Prose Poem 13"Jump"
Only went the robin jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping. Anyway, I want to say: don't dance like that, go away. It is said not to stop jumping. If it stops jumping, it won't go anywhere. Sweet Robin, then you can't go anywhere. That's what walking is all about. Always run, run, run, jump, jump, jump, jump.
Children's Prose Poem 14After the Rain
The ends of the light-green branches shone with golden light. The square turns into an ocean! A group of children barefoot in the water are as happy as gods. The little brother stepped hard on the water. How high the water splashes explode. He shouts and yells. "Brother, careful and slippery!" Speaking of himself, he slips! He patted his soaked, muddy pants. Mouth writing "Too bad, xx too bad!" Says." " And his rosy, happy face radiating excitement and pride. My sister stuck out two short, thick braids. Closely behind these muddy pants, she bit her lip and took her skirt, running gently and carefully, expecting in her heart that her ego would just fall down painfully!
Prose Poetry for Children 15Kindness
If there were only one apple,
it would not fit in everyone's basket.
If there were only one apple tree,
the branches on which the apples hang would not cover the garden.
But a man, if he give
the goodness of his heart to all,
there will be light everywhere,
as the sweet fruits of the orchard are full of fruit
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