I want good poems for my son aged 7 for a competition at school?

Question

please suggest few sites which offer these poems

Answer 1

to say wat topic....giv u some tips......write it intrestingly with hending with the same beat.........got me sir:)

good luck frm me to ur son uncle

Answer 2

Isn't he supposed to come up with his own poem????

Answer 3

http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/longf...

Answer 4

inidanchild.com     ??

GOOD LUCK

Answer 5

If it is for a competition I would advise that he think of it himself with SUPPORT from you.  As an educator I can tell you that you can tell when a child comes in with something they did vs. something his/her parents did.  Just some advice!

Answer 6

You will find lot of poems at these sites::

www.pitara.com

www.giglepoetry.com

www.cswnet.com

Hope you will get all you want.

Answer 7

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I cheated on this poem,

I MEAN, WHAT THE HECK WOULD YOU DO??!

Answer 8

I have a big smelly dog

He is like no other.

Sometimes my dog reminds me

Of my big smelly brother.

He’s  black and brown and very big.

He hides his bone

And loves to dig.

With muddy prints on the kitchen floor

Ur sure to hear my mother roar.

I tried to give my dog a wash

One  very sunny day,

But the dog was having none of it

got up  and ran away.

I know my dog is smelly

But he’s really very sweet,.

At least he’s little paws don’t smell

Like my brothers stinky feet

h**l always be my dog

Because id never get another,

But if I got a chance some day

Id like to trade my brother!!!

i wrote  with this poem for an assignment i was doing in college . my 7and 6year old daughters love it.

hope it helps. use it if you like i dont mind

Answer 9

there was a man from nantucket? no no no lol, just kidding, here is a neat little poem that i gave my son when he was in 2nd grade, its kinda emalish, but, hey it works, It goes like this, The north wind Doth blow, and we should have snow, And what would poor Robin do then? Poor thing??/ He will sit in the barn and keep himself warm, and hide himself under his wing,  Poor thing....