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A Poem for Shy Children


Here’s a little rhyming poem that I wrote for all those shy children out there. I know I was a pretty shy kid when I was growing up, so I could relate to how shy kids feel. They may feel isolated and afraid in certain situations.


Sarah The Shy Bunny

Sarah was a very shy bunny,
She was afraid to go outside,
even when sunny.

In the morning,
her mom took her to school.
Sarah was worried,
she won’t be that cool.

Sarah entered her class,
slowly and shy,
She was shaking all over,
ready to cry.

Then all of a sudden,
Jacob the frog,
Began barking,
just like a dog.

All the kids laughed,
and giggled out loud,
Sarah smiled,
and joined the crowd.

Ellie the giraffe,
said hello!
Welcome Sarah,
added the horse named Joe.

Sarah no longer felt,
afraid or shy,
She met Susan the bird,
who knew how to fly.

With all these new friends,
Sarah learned quite a bit that day.
During their lunch break,
they all got to play.

At the end of the day,
Sarah said goodbye,
She was so happy,
she wasn’t shy.



I think the best thing we could do to help shy kids is be there for them and listen to them. This type of support is critical, because these kids often hold a lot of emotions and thoughts inside. So they need release some of that energy and clear their minds.


I know from my experiences, it wasn’t always easy being a shy child. It was tough. I felt like I needed to speak out so many times, but I just couldn’t. Maybe I’m making up for all those silenced thoughts now.


If you have a child that is shy, you could also surround your child in situation that makes him or her comfortable. This is definitely a confidence booster. For example, if your child enjoys art and is good at it, maybe an afterschool art class would be the right scenario.


But let’s make sure we don’t try too hard to change our shy kids. Being shy is a part of their personality. We need to show them that we love them and accept them for who they are. That’s the simplest and most important strategy I could think of.


Inspirational Poem for Kids


Children are often very sensitive little human beings. The wrong choice of words may discourage them, resulting in a loss of motivation to do something. So today’s poem is meant to be an inspirational poem for kids. It’s meant to inspire them, give them confidence, and ignite their curiosities.


The truth is, it doesn’t take much to inspire a small child. At the same time, it won’t take much to discourage them as well.


Just like any person, a child may be easily inspired through praise, and discouraged through criticism. Adults need to remember that children are just children. They will often make more mistakes than us adults. We need to accept that, and make sure that we don’t criticize them when they do. Because criticism will just discourage them, and they’ll lose a little bit of confidence each time they experience it.


When kids make mistakes, we need to reason with them, explain to them why it was a mistake, and show them praise that we believe in their abilities to make things right and do good. This will definitely inspire them and they will be motivated to prove to us that they can do it. The same applies for adults. I found a great article which talks about the different words we should be using when trying to inspire kids.


Now, let’s take a look at this inspirational poem for kids. Hope you get a chance to share it with all those wonderful children in your life.


My Child

You’re a great kid,
I’m so proud of you.
You eat all your food,
and vegetables too.

I enjoy listening,
when you say,
things you learn,
every single day.

Where did you get,
your HUGE imagination?
We always have fun,
when we go on vacation.

I know you work hard,
when you’re at school.
Learning new things,
is fun and real cool.

Just remember,
it’s great to explore,
Singing is fun,
when doing a chore.

What are your favourite
stories to read?
Thanks for asking nicely,
when there’s something you need.

All those ideas,
in your mind,
Are very interesting,
where did you find?

With all your friends,
you play games and share,
That shows me,
you really care.

It’s ok,
to make mistakes,
No big deal,
when something breaks.

I know you always,
try real hard.
I smile with joy,
when you make me a card.

I love you my child,
just wanted to say.
Lots of hugs and kisses,
I promise each day.


Poem About Autumn


Today’s poem talks about the beginning of autumn. It’s two days away, and I’ve already noticed some of the leaves changing colors.

Many of us may feel depressed thinking that summer has finished and winter is right around the corner. In doing so, many of us spend the beautiful autumn months sitting around during our spare time and dreading winter (like it’s a huge truck that is about to collide with us).

TV shows begin around this time of the year and we use them as a distraction.

But shouldn’t we be enjoying and experiencing this beautiful transitional season. All we have to do is put on a sweater and we can experience things such as:

  • Go for walks or jogs in our local parks (and take pics)
  • We can still barbeque with family and friends
  • Volunteer at downtown shelters
  • Check out interesting and fun festivals
  • Watch entertaining live theatre shows
  • Taste new beers during Oktoberfest
  • Go to the museum or art gallery (since summer was too nice for that)
  • and the list goes on


My point is: Let’s not waste our autumn months doing nothing. Let’s continue to live and experience things, and have fun by interacting with others during these cooler months.

We can all create wonderful memories during this time of the year as well. Memories and good times are not restricted to the summer months. So let’s not depress, but go out there and live.


When Autumn Begins

A summer to winter transition,
creatures prepare,
for limited nutrition.

Night sneaks up, suddenly and early,
with its chilly friend,
North Wind the Burly,

Harvest memories
of those midsummer days,
Sand between toes,
while playing with waves.

Autumns melancholy,
we must avoid,
When winter arrives,
we’ll speak of
falling leaves
we’ve enjoyed.

Let’s savor,
the lush abundance
from summers loot,
Engrained in our minds,
lies the richest fruit.

Pondering past months,
to be repeated,
Dormancy now,
and autumns beauty
be cheated.

Experience the Festival
of the golden intoxicating water,
Play with leaves, and drink
hot chocolate afterwards
with your laughing daughter.

Autumns riches,
we must NOW savour,
Unique season,
unique flavour.


Thanksgiving Day Poem


In the United States Thanksgiving Day is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November, while in Canada it’s celebrated on the second Monday of October. I was always curious about the historical reason for this difference. I guess I wasn’t curious enough until I wrote this poem and looked up the facts on Wikipedia.


The reason Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving more than a month earlier is because back in the day when most people were farmers, Canadians had an earlier harvest due to the colder climate up north. Being thankful for a successful harvest is one of the historical reasons behind this holiday.


These days we use Thanksgiving as an opportunity to spend time with family and to be thankful for having each other, health, food, a roof over our heads, and the list could go on.


Family reunions are also very common on Thanksgiving Day, as families sit down for a delicious turkey dinner with cranberry sauce and stuffing. It’s a time when we catch up with relatives we haven’t seen much throughout the year.



Thanksgiving is the most fabulous feast,
Stomachs roar,
like a hungry beast.

Cooking a turkey to perfection,
Does your oven have convection?
Mushroom stuffing and pumpkin pie,
A football loss, will make us cry.

With family and friends,
this holiday we share,
Offering love and support,
they truly care.

We try to give,
a lending hand,
At a homeless shelter,
together we stand.

Family photos and parade,
Precious memories,
never fade.

In the end,
we must give thanks.
Followed up,
with jokes and pranks.



You are welcome to share this poem with family and friends. Happy Thanksgiving!

A Poem about our Mortality and Living Life


In this poem, I talk about life. I try to talk about quality of life (subjective). For arguments sake, if I use my current ripe old age of 31 as a marker for one life, then in theory if I live to 93, that’s like living three lives.

No matter how many years or months or days we have left, we need to make a choice. We certainly can’t control many of the external factors that will affect how long we live (sad but true). However, we are empowered to control how we spend each day. Just breathing, or actually living.

I’m not saying that we need to lead a super exciting sky diving type of life. I’m just trying to say that we should cherish and enjoy the simple pleasure of life. Instead of watching TV, we could be playing with our kids or going for a nice walk with our significant other, or participating in club or activity that is close to our hearts. The possibilities are endless, to engage our minds and engage with others. To be challenged. To experience new things and emotions. To cry. To laugh. Let’s not waste our time. Let’s not work so much just to fuel our over excessive consumerism. This is not intended to be lecture. These words are meant to be a reminder to myself.


One or Three Lives

Strong and relatively healthy,
I’m thirty one!
Boring routine,
that rising sun.

Let’s contemplate life,
for a split second.
Under ideal conditions,
I’ll see 93, I’ve reckoned.

From this moment,
that’s three lives
Things like nutrition and exercise,
for countless souls it drives.

But does it matter
if we live that long?
If we don’t have a
favourite song?

If I sit her for a thousand years,
staring at the box and drinking a million beers

Would it really matter?
If my entire body,
would suddenly shatter.

Of course not!
We’re not here to rot!

Wouldn’t life be much more
If we cherished,
every year?

Sure 93 would be nice,
But I’d prefer 31,
with love and spice.

We’ll never predict,
our coffin cries.
I’ll treat each morning,
like I won a prize!