Sat. Oct 1st, 2022
Children's Poetry: 21 Classic Children's Poems by Great Poets

Children’s rhymes nourish the imagination of the little ones thanks to the musicality of their rhymes. It is a not so popular genre, but very suitable for children that allows them to play with words and brings them closer to a world with infinite possibilities.

Today is Poetry Day and we bring you 21 classic children’s poems by great poets to awaken sensitivity and a taste for letters in tender and colorful verses.

1. How to draw a child. glory strong

To draw a child you have to do it with love.
Paint a lot of bangs,
that is eating a waffle;
lots of freckles on his face to show that he is a rascal;

Let’s continue the drawing: round cheese face.
As he is a fashionable boy, he drinks syrup with soda.
He wears jeans with a beautiful hole;
American T-shirt and a corduroy hat.

Football boots, because kicking is an artist.
He’s always laughing because he’s very intelligent.
Under his arm a story that’s why he’s so happy.
To draw a child you have to do it with love.

2. Mice. Lope de Vega

The mice got together
to get rid of the cat;
and after a long time
of disputes and opinions,
they said that they would be right
to put a bell on it,
that by walking the cat with it,
they could better get rid of it.

A barbican mouse came out , long-
tailed, blunt-nosed
and curling its thick back,
said to the Roman senate,
after speaking cultured for a while:
– Who of all must be
the one who dares to put
that bell on the cat?

3. The square has a tower. Antonio Machado

The plaza has a tower,
the tower has a balcony,
the balcony has a lady,
the lady a white flower.
A gentleman has passed
by – who knows why he passed by! –
and has carried off the square,
with its tower and its balcony,
with its balcony and its lady,
its lady, and his white flower.

For your window
a bouquet of roses gave me the morning.
Through a labyrinth, from street to alley,
searching, I have run, your house and your fence.
And in a labyrinth I find myself lost
On this flowery May morning.

4. Manuelita the turtle. Maria Elena Walsh

Manuelita lived in Pehuajó
but one day she was marked.
No one really knew why
she went to Paris
a little on foot
and another a little on foot.

Manuelita, Manuelita,
Manuelita where are you going with your malachite suit
and your step so bold.

Manuelita once fell in love
with a passing turtle.
She said: What can I do?
Old woman will not love me,
in Europe and with patience
they will be able to beautify me.

In the Paris dry cleaner
they painted it with varnish.
They ironed it in French
, right and wrong.

They put a wig
and booties on her feet.

It took her so many years to cross
the sea that there she wrinkled again
and that’s why she came back old as she left
to look for her tortoise waiting for her in Pehuajó.

5. The fairies. Little children’s poem by Rubén Darío

The fairies, the beautiful fairies,
exist, my sweet girl,
Joan of Arc saw them winged,
in the countryside.

You saw them when you left the mirab,
a long time ago, Mohammed.
Smaller than a dove,
Shakespeare saw Queen Mab.

The fairies said things in the cradle
of the ancient princesses:
if they were going to be happy
or beautiful like the moon;
or rare and ambiguous phrases.

With their diadems and wings,
small as lilies,
there were fairies that were good
and there were fairies that were bad.

And there was a hunchback,
the one with the hateful prophecy:
the one called

If she reached the cradle
of the soft little princesses,
of her cursed words were spared.

And that fairy was very ugly,
all bad ideas
and all bad hearts are ugly.

When you were born, precious,
you had no pagan fairies,
nor the horrible Carabosa
nor her graceful sisters.

Neither Mab, who walks in dreams,
nor those who celebrate a party
in the magical forest
of Broceliande.

And do you know, my child,
why there were no fairies?
Because there
was near you
who blessed your birth:
Queen more than all of them:
the Queen of the Stars,
the sweet Virgin Mary.

May she bless your path,
like your Mother and your friend;
with hers divine consolations
do not fear infernal war;
May she perfume your longings
for her, her name that evil banishes from her,
for she scents the heavens
and the earth.

6. Butterfly of the air. Federico Garcia Lorca

Butterfly of the air,
how beautiful you are, golden and green
butterfly of the air . Lamplight, butterfly of the air, stay there, there, there! You don’t want to stop, you don’t want to stop.

Gold and green air butterfly .
Lamp light,
butterfly of the air,
stay there, there, there!
Stay here!
Butterfly, are you there?

7. Sonnet suddenly. Lope de Vega

Violante orders me to write a sonnet;
in my life I have seen myself in such a predicament,
fourteen lines say that it is a sonnet,
mockery mocking the three go ahead.

I thought I couldn’t find a consonant
and I’m in the middle of another quatrain;
but if I see myself in the first triplet,
there is nothing in the quartets that scares me.

For the first triplet I am entering,
and it still seems that I entered with the right foot, well,
I am giving it the end with this verse.

I’m already in the second, and I still suspect
that I’m finishing the thirteen verses:
count if there are fourteen, and it’s done.

8. The princess is sad. Ruben Dario

The princess is sad… What will the princess have?
Sighs escape from her strawberry mouth,
which has lost its laughter, which has lost its color.
The princess is pale in her golden chair, her
sonorous keyboard is mute;
and in a forgotten glass a flower faints.

The garden populates the triumph of peacocks.
Chatty, the owner says banal things,
and, dressed in red, the jester pirouettes.
The princess does not laugh, the princess does not feel;
the princess chases through the eastern sky
the vague dragonfly of a vague illusion.

Do you perhaps think of the prince of Golconda or of China,
or of the one who has stopped his Argentine chariot
to see from his eyes the sweetness of light?
Or in the king of the Fragrant Rose Islands,
or in which he is sovereign of the clear diamonds,
or in the proud owner of the pearls of Hormuz?

Oh! The poor princess with the pink mouth
wants to be a swallow, she wants to be a butterfly,
to have light wings, to fly under the sky,
to go to the sun by the luminous scale of a ray,
to greet the lilies with the verses of May,
or to get lost in the wind over the thunder of the sea.

He no longer wants the palace, nor the silver spinning wheel,
nor the enchanted falcon, nor the scarlet jester,
nor the unanimous swans on the lake of azure.
And the flowers are sad for the flower of the court;
the jasmines from the East, the nelumbos from the North,
from the West the dahlias and the roses from the South.

Poor blue-eyed princess!
She is imprisoned in her gold, she is imprisoned in her tulles,
in the marble cage of the royal palace,
the superb palace guarded by the guards,
guarded by a hundred blacks with their hundred halberds,
a greyhound that does not sleep and a colossal dragon.

Oh! Blessed is the hypsipyle which left the chrysalis.
(The princess is sad. The princess is pale.)
O adored vision of gold, rose and ivory!
Who will fly to the land where a prince exists
(The princess is pale. The princess is sad)
brighter than dawn, more beautiful than April!

“Shut up, shut up, princess,” says the fairy godmother, ”
on a horse with wings, he is heading here,
the sword in his belt and the goshawk in his hand,
the happy knight who adores you without seeing you,
and who comes from afar. ” , victor over Death,
to set your lips on fire with his kiss of love!

9. April. Juan Ramon Jimenez

The chamariz in the poplar.
-And what else?

The poplar in the blue sky.
– And what else?

The blue sky on the water.
– And what else?

The water in the new leaf.
– And what else?

The new leaf in the rose.
– And what else?

The rose in my heart.
– And what else?

My heart in yours!

10. The Kingdom Upside Down. Maria Elena Walsh

They told me that in the Reverse Kingdom
the bird swims and the fish flies
That cats don’t meow and say yes
Because they study a lot of English

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

They told me that in the upside down kingdom
Nobody dances with their feet
That one thief is a watchman and another is a judge
And that two and two are three

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

They told me that in the upside down kingdom there is
a bear in a walnut
That babies wear beards and mustaches
And that a year lasts a month

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

They told me that in the upside down kingdom
there’s a Pekingese dog
that falls up and once
couldn’t come down afterwards

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

They told me that in the upside down kingdom
a man named Andrés
has 1,530 chimpanzees
that if you look you won’t see them

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

They told me that in the upside-down kingdom
A spider and a centipede
Go riding to the Marquis’s palace
On chess horses

Let’s see what
the Reverse Kingdom is like Let’s see what the Reverse Kingdom
is like

11. Bathe the moon. Maria Elena Walsh

Already the Moon comes down in her nightgown
to bathe in a puddle with soap.
The Moon is already going down a toboggan
swinging its saffron parasol.

Whoever catches it with a bamboo rod
takes it to Siu Kiu.

Already the moon comes in a palanquin
to steal a chrysanthemum from the garden
Already the moon comes over there
her kimono says no, no and she does.

Whoever catches it with a bamboo rod
takes it to Siu Kiu.

Now the moon is coming down very happily
to powder her nose with sugar
Now the moon on tiptoe
in a little Chinese cup drinks tea

Whoever catches it with a bamboo rod
takes it to Siu Kiu.

Now the moon came and gave him a cough
from eating rice with two sticks
Now the moon is coming down from there
and he will swim through the little puddle

Whoever catches it with a bamboo rod,
takes it to Siu Kiu

12. Only three letters. glory strong

Only three letters, three letters nothing more.
only three letters that you will learn forever.
Only three letters to write PEACE.
The P, the A and the Z, only three letters.
Only three letters, three letters nothing more,

to sing peace, to make peace.
The P for town, the A for love
and the Z for sapphire or zagal.
Of sapphire for a blue world,
of youth for a child like you.

It is not necessary to be wise,
nor to have bayonets,
if you learn well,
only these three letters,
use them as adults and there will be PEACE on earth.

13. Goodbye sun. Federico Garcia Lorca

Goodbye, sun!
Goodbye, sun!
I know that you are the moon,
but I
will not tell anyone,

You hide
behind the curtain
and disguise your face
with rice powder.

By day, the farmer’s guitar;
at night,
Pierrot’s mandolin.

What difference does it make! your illusion is to create the multicolored
garden .

Goodbye, sun!
don’t forget how much
the snail loves you,
the old lady
on the balcony, and I…
who play top with my…

14. The alarm clock rooster. glory strong

I’m here, said the Hummingbird
rooster .

The Hummingbird rooster
was red-haired,
and it was his suit
of beautiful plumage.

Get up peasant,
the sun is already on its


get up labrador,
wake up with joy,
the day is coming.


Children of the town
wake up with the ole,
they are waiting for you at “school”.
The town does not need a clock,
it is worth the rooster alarm clock.

15. The Tarara. Federico Garcia Lorca

The Tarara, yes;
the tarara, no;
Tarara, girl,
I’ve seen her.

She wears the Tarara
a green dress
full of ruffles
and bells.

The Tarara, yes;
the tarara, no;
Tarara, girl,
I’ve seen her.

My Tarara shows off
her silk tail
over brooms
and mint.

Oh crazy Tarara.
She moves, the waist
for the boys
of the olives.

16. Water, where are you going?, by Federico García Lorca

Water, where are you going?
Laughing I go along the river
to the shores of the sea.

Sea, where are you going?
I go upriver looking for
a source where I can rest.

Chopo, and what will you do?
I don’t want to tell you anything.
I… tremble!

What do I want, what do I not want,
by the river and by the sea?
Four birds aimlessly
in the high poplar are.

17. The studious cow, by María Elena Walsh

Once there was a cow
in the Quebrada de Humahuaca.
Since she was very old,
very old, she was deaf in one ear.

And even though she was already a grandmother,
one day she wanted to go to school.
She put on some red shoes,
tulle gloves and a pair of glasses.

The teacher saw her scared
and said: – You’re wrong.
And the cow replied:
Why can’t I study?

The cow, dressed in white,
sat on the first bench.
We boys would throw chalk
and die laughing.

People went very curious
to see the studious cow.
People arrived in trucks,
on bicycles, and on planes.

And since the noise increased
in the school, nobody studied.
The cow, standing in a corner,
chewed over the lesson alone.

One day all the boys
turned into donkeys.
And in that place in Humahuaca,
the only wise person was the cow.

18. To the first spring. glory strong

-Uncle Pío,
at school they have asked me
to write a poem
for the first spring.

Do you want me to read it to you,
and tell me what you think?
-Yes, niece.

There is a peep, peep,
along the river bank.
Oh, wonderful thing,
trees have leaves,
butterflies have eyes,
strings have garlic.

Along the river bank
everything is beautiful and I smile,
you hear a peep, peep, peep.
Spring has come
and I have recognized it,
by the tweet, tweet, tweet.

– What do you think, uncle?
-Too much peep, peep.

19. The green toad. Carmen Gil

That green toad
hides and gets lost;
no princess kisses him.

Because with a kiss
he will become a
handsome prince or prince;
And he wants to be a frog!

He wants no kingdom,
no golden throne,
no huge castle,
no yellow mantle.

Neither lackeys
nor three thousand vassals.
He wants to see the moon
from the lagoon.

One morning
some fairy enchanted him;
and so it has remained:
toad and enchanted.

He enjoys everything:
he gets into the mud
skipping, alone,
all the protocol.

And he doesn’t give a damn
if it’s not nice to
catch an insect;
that no one is perfect!

Its regal canopy?
She doesn’t remember him.
Her red sheet from him?
He prefers a leaf.

His helmet and shield?
He likes to go naked.
Princess Eliana?
He loves a frog.

To a green frog
that jumps and gets lost
and looks at the moon
from the lagoon.

20. I was playing my flute. Juan Ramon Jimenez

I was playing my flute
along the shore;
and the shore was a trail
of yellow daisies.

The field glassed
after the tremor of the breeze;
to hear me better
the water stopped.

Notes go and notes come,
the fragrant and lyrical afternoon
went, to the beat of my music,
gilding its fantasies,

and around me flew,
in the water and in the breeze,
a double swarm of
yellow butterflies.

The slope was made of honey,
the vineyard was lit up with gold,
the light satin
of the jaral of snowy flowers vague gold;

where the clear stream
meets the river, it parted
a sunset of splendors
on the evening water…

My flute with sun wept
along the shore;
behind was a trail
of yellow daisies…

21. Lady Spring. Gabriela Mistral

Doña Primavera
dresses that she is beautiful, she
dresses in lemon
and orange blossoms.

She wears
wide leaves for sandals, and red fuchsias
for caravans . Go out and meet her on those paths. She goes crazy about suns and crazy about trills! Doña Primavera of fruitful breath, she laughs at all the sorrows of the world… She does not believe anyone who speaks to her of mean lives. How is she going to find them among the jasmine? How is she going to find them by the fountains of golden mirrors and burning songs? Of the sick earth in the brown cracks,

lights rose bushes
with red pirouettes.
Put your lace,
turn on your vegetables,
on the sad stone
of the graves…
Doña Primavera
with glorious hands,
us shed roses for life:
Roses of joy,
roses of forgiveness,
roses of affection,
and of exultation.