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Preschool Poetry - Page 1 (of 3)

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A little Note: The preschool poetry in these three pages is not necessarily new. Most of the poems are already here, but scattered throughout the eighteen pages at Barking Spiders.

I’ve had so many kind emails from parents, asking if I could possibly pull out some poetry that would be suitable for very small children and then put those poems in a special section, just for them. I thought it was a great idea, and I finally got it done!

Love,
CJ




cookie jar

The Cookie Jar Adventure


Wakey, wakey from our beds,
thoughts of cookies in our heads.

Mom and Daddy’s eyes are closed. They are sleeping. They won’t know.
Hurry, hurry, on the double, if they wake, we'll be in trouble.
Blankies, pillows, on the floor. Squeaky-squeaky goes the door.
Shhh, shhh, tippy-toe. To the kitchen we will go.
Sneaky, sneaky down the hall, bare feet creeping along the wall.
C’mon, Sissy, it’s not far. There it is, the cookie jar!
I can’t reach it, I’m too small! Get a chair to make us tall.
Shuffle, shuffle scooty chair. Pushy, pushy almost there!
Clinky, clinky goes the top. Hold it tight, or it will drop.
Giggle, giggle tee-hee-hee! Two for you, and two for me.
Uh oh, Sissy, turn around ... Mom and Daddy. We’ve been found.
Peeky, peeky Mom and Dad. Are you angry? Are you mad?
Whisper-whisper over there ... They want to know if we will share!



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bandaids

The EEE ARR


Oooo, today I got some stitches!
Well … that’s not exactly true.
It’s kinda sorta like them though.
It holds my skin together, too.

Mom took me to the EEE ARR ‘Cause my blood was everywhere! It was on my shirt and pants. See? It’s still right here ... and there!
My blood was almost gone! Well ... that’s not exactly true. But still, it really scared me and it woulda scared you, too!
(shaking head) ... Daddy always told me, don’t pet dogs that you don’t know. All dogs aren’t like our Frankie. If you don’t know them, let them go.
But this big dog was really nice! Well ... that’s not exactly true. He pretended like he liked me, but he growled some at me, too.
I think I shoulda let him go, just like daddy said to do. Then I never woulda hadda go to the EEE ARR to get glued.



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lady bug

My Lady Bug


Hi there little lady bug,
what are you doing on my arm?
Please don’t fly away.
I won’t bring you any harm.

I’m glad I have you with me. I was feeling all alone. Somehow I got me turned around. I don’t know my way back home.
I only took a little walk behind a pretty butterfly, but now I’m really scared and lost and I think I’m going to cry.
Stay with me little lady bug, please don’t fly away, and when my mommy finds me, come home with me and stay.
I’ll let you share my bedroom and when it’s dark at night, Mommy leaves the lamp on (monsters hate it when it’s light).
Hey, that sounds like Mommy! It is! She’s calling me! Now you'll get to meet her. You’ll like her, wait and see.
Lady bug, why are you leaving? I'll bet you're going home too. Thank you for being lost with me! Bye lady bug -- I love you.



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muddy girl

Muddles


Splashing-sploshing the mud in puddles
I will name what I made, muddles!

Run and jump my feet go splishy. Bare toes feel good, squashy-squishy.
Uh oh, muddles frickled my new pants! I wiped it worse, 'cause it’s on my hands!
Dripsy-dropsy EVERY place! It’s in my hair! It’s on my face!
It’s on my shirt, and there, and THERE! Muddles got me everywhere!
Muddles bubbles in my smell. Is it in both holes? I just can’t tell,
and every twirl I go, it goes! Ewww, here comes Mommy with the hose.
Mommy said just LOOK at me! I can’t, cause muddles got in my see,
but there isn’t muddles in my ears and Mommy’s yells fill up my hears!
Now dripples are raining down, oh well, it’s raining muddles off my smell.
My poor muddles. Now they’re moosh. I slippered and sat right in the goosh.
Hose raining muddles off my thumb, raining muddles from on my bum,
now there’s nowhere muddles stayed cause the dripples made it go away.
I can’t play now, or here OR there cause I’m in a corner on a chair
and Mommy’s washing ALL my clothes. She said, "Why MUDDLES? I’ll NEVER know!"
Would I still have so many troubles if I named it something else, not muddles?



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Boy at Table

Nuffing On My Plate


I’m sad, I don’t like nuffing
that’s laying on this plate.
Maybe it will go away
if I just sit and wait.

I sure don’t like this liver and I never, ever could. May I have peanut butter? With some jelly, that is good.
These mash-ed 'tatoes are okay the yucky gravy it is not. It’s like having plain old oatmeal and I hate that stuff a lot.
I almost like the green beans. They’re green just like my frog. But no one likes dumb broccoli, not even Frank, my dog.
Uh oh, mommy said we’re having chocolate pudding for a treat. (sigh) ... I guess I'll have to hold my nose so stuff won't taste so bad to me ...



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birdseed

Growing Things 



Daddy planted grass seeds and up popped new green grass. When mommy planted flower seeds pretty flowers came up fast.
I don’t understand it. I planted my seeds too. My spot has lots of sunshine and I watered, but nothing grew.
I guess it’s something grownups know, maybe kids just can’t plant seeds, ‘cause the bird seeds that I planted didn’t grow any birds for me.



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angel
Mommy Angel 



Dear God, Do You grow any flowers in heaven? Maybe sweet roses that might be red? Could I ask you please to pick some and lay them on my Mommy’s bed?
Do You have a piano in heaven? If they want to, can the angels play? Mommy played such pretty music on our piano here every day.
I hope You don't have any mops or brooms, and Mommy angel can get some rest. At our house Mommy worked so hard to make everything look its best.
Dear God, In heaven, do You have angel children? Mommy had so many hugs to share and I’m sad she might get lonely with no children, like me, to hug there.
How about soft little white kittens? Do You have some of those up there too? I gave Mommy one here for her birthday but she couldn’t bring him to see You.
Only one more thing I need to ask you. It’s for sad Daddys and sad kids like me. Are you ever going to get cell phones? If you do, can Mommy angel call, please?



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night
Night Night

Night night moon, night night stars, night night noisy trucks and cars.
Night night sand box, night night toys, night night other girls and boys.
Night night Mom, night night Dad, night night Boogie Man who's not bad.
It's time to go to sleep now, most all my night nights said. Night night blankie, night night bed.



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toddler
Now I’m Three and I Know ...

I know, never touch fire, that’s hot, but I can touch ice, cause it’s not, and puppies are soft and kitties are too, so’s most of the stuff moms and dads give to you.
I know, never tell people they’re fat 'cause it will hurt them if I do that, and rocks aren’t for throwing at others, but it’s okay to throw pillows at brothers.
I know daddy says swears I can’t say, and I have to wear clothes out to play, ... cause one time I went outside naked and Mrs. Johnson saw me and she called Mommy and Mommy came outside and got mad and she yelled at me and I had to sit in a chair for a whole time out and ...
I know, cookies smell better than cheese and to get one I have to say please, how to go pee in the potty, but not in my pants, cause that’s naughty.
I know, flowers don't need any feet, and no dessert if I don’t eat my meat, I've got to blow boogers in tissue, and don't wipe off where ladies kiss you.
When I wake mommy up, never holler, pennies are not more than a dollar, and scissors are never for cutting my hair, the barber does that (but I hate going there).
I laugh 'cause it's better than cry, and you can’t squeeze a worm, it will die, Daddy will laugh if I’m burping, and Mommy’s kiss helps what is hurting,
I know SO many things now I'm three and this stuff helps me be a good ME. I know lots more than I did when I’m two of the stuff I can do and I can’t do.



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monkey
Monkey Me

Monkey see, monkey do, I used to want to be one, too.
He doesn't have a bedtime. Bet he doesn't eat green beans! Monkeys get to play around the whole day long, it seems.
He doesn't have to brush his teeth or have to comb his hair. If he had toys I'll bet his Dad wouldn't make him have to share.
I'll bet he doesn't "scuse me" after each and every sneeze, and you won't hear him "thank you" after every single "please".
But Mommy said that monkeys don't ever watch TV ... that's when I decided I'd rather just stay ME.



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bandaids

Bandaids


I fell down and got a boo-boo
on my elbow and my knee.
All the blood came pouring out
and it really frightened me.

Mommy plugged the hole up when she put a bandaid there. Now the blood is safe inside and it won't go anywhere.



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puddle

Puddle Stompin'


I like saying spring has sprung.
I like the way it sounds.
And spring brings with it lots of rain, 
(God’s wringing out his clouds).

Rain means puddle stompin’! After rain, they’re everywhere. No shoes or socks, I’m barefoot. I get wet, but I don’t care.
I don’t think my mommy likes it ‘cause I get muddy, (Ewww), but puddles just can’t help it, somehow mud gets in there too.
Uh oh. Here comes Mommy. Hey, look at Mommy run. Mommy’s puddle stompin’, too? Now it’s really fun!



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fish

'Partment


I wish I had a puppy...
wish I had a kitten, too
But Mommy says our 'partment
is too small to have a zoo.

She said someday when we move I'll get to have my wish, but just for now be happy with old Harold (he's my fish).
But old Harold seems so lonely. He just swims around all day. He can't chase a ball inside with me and he can't come out and play.
I wondered if he's sad 'cause he is all alone... but every time I ask him his mouth keeps saying "NO" ... "NO" ... "NO".



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jam jar
Toe Jam

Can anybody tell me what's that stuff between my toes? My Daddy says it's "toe jam" (but I don't think he really knows).
It's icky and it's fuzzy and I think I'll tell my Dad ... I wouldn't put it on my bread if it was the only jam we had.



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family
Tall and Small

When I stand next to my daddy, I am very very small. Next to my baby brother, I am very very tall!
Tall ... small ... hey! I made a rhyme! I can be two different sizes but I'm still me all the time!



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bee

Bumble Bee

Today I watched a bumblebee. He was on a pretty rose. When I leaned in to look at him, he stung me on my nose!

I wasn’t going to squish him, only watch and see … but I’ll never get that close again to a grouchy grumble-bee.




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