Welcome back, fellow poetry enthusiasts! It’s that time again for our weekly Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup. We’ve gathered up all the exciting news and wonderful updates from the world of children’s poetry over the past week, and I’m thrilled to share them with you.
Well, it’s that time again, fellow word-weavers and poetry pals! Welcome back to this week’s Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup. It’s always a treat to see what everyone has been up to, and this past week was certainly no exception. There’s been a wonderful mix of festive cheer, thoughtful reflections, and creative prompts making the rounds. So, let’s see what news has emerged from the vibrant world of children’s poetry for the past week.
Well, hello everyone! It’s that time again for our weekly Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup. I’ve been keeping an eye on the wonderful world of children’s poetry, and I’m happy to share the news and updates from various poetry blogs over the past week. It’s always inspiring to see what fellow poets and educators are sharing, creating, and discussing.
Our Brand-New TVA lot of my poems are inspired by things that happen in my own life. I wrote this one while my wife was watching a football game with her sister and brother-in-law, and I was in the other room working on a poem. As they cheered at the TV, it made me think about how different people in the same family often want to watch completely different things.
That reminded me that many families wait until Christmas to make big purchases—like a brand-new TV—and that sometimes, instead of bringing everyone together, it can create a whole new set of arguments. Football? Parades? Christmas cartoons? A holiday movie? Everyone has a favorite.
I started wondering what might happen if nobody could agree on what to watch on their shiny new television. That little idea was enough to spark this poem.
Our Brand-New TV
For Christmas, our gift was a brand-new TV.
We couldn’t agree, though, on what we should see.
My sister said, “We should all watch the parade.”
Our dad said, “The football game’s on, I’m afraid.”
My brother said, “Let’s watch a Christmas cartoon!”
Our mom said, “A good movie’s starting at noon.”
We squabbled and fought over what we should see
for hours and hours but couldn’t agree.
And meanwhile, our dog, who did not get a vote,
just sat down and chewed up the TV remote.
The TV’s now stuck from the way that he chewed.
It only shows squirrels and close-ups of food.
And, strangely, we all liked his channel much better.
It turns out our dog is a great TV setter.
— Kenn Nesbitt
It’s time again for this week’s Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! For those of us who love reading, writing, and teaching poetry to young people, there’s always something new and inspiring happening. Here’s a look at the news and updates from the wonderful world of children’s poetry for the past week.
Snow’s NoseI’ve always loved building snowmen. When my kids were younger, we used to spend whole winter afternoons rolling giant snowballs around the yard, hunting for the perfect sticks for arms, and deciding how he should be dresses and decorated. Which hat would work best? Should he have a scarf or a tie? Does he really need a carrot nose or would a button work just as well?
This year, I started thinking about how much personality a snowman seems to have by the time you’re done with it. You give it a hat, a scarf, and a pipe, and suddenly it feels like a character—someone who might have opinions about your artistic decisions. I wondered what would happen if a snowman actually could share those opinions.
That little idea was enough to spark this poem. The moment I imagined a half-finished snowman watching me choose its accessories, I knew I wanted to write about it. What would a snowman say? What would it care about? What would it absolutely not want? I hope you enjoy the result.
Snow’s Nose
I made a new snowman
out in our front yard.
It didn’t take long and
it wasn’t too hard.
I stacked up some snowballs.
I gave them a pat,
then threw on a scarf,
and a pipe, and a hat.
I sculpted some feet
from a little more snow,
and stuck in some sticks
where his arms ought to go.
I added some coal
for his buttons and eyes,
and that’s when he spoke,
to my utter surprise.
He said to me, “Thanks for
the hat, scarf, and pipe.
The sticks that you picked
are exactly my type.
“Now bring me some carrots.
You picked all my clothes,
but really, I don’t want you
picking my nose.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
Well, hello again, poetry lovers! It’s time for another roundup of news from the wonderful world of children’s poetry. Here’s what’s been happening around the kidlit poetry blogosphere this week.
Soot SuitI love writing poems about the holiday season, so I wanted to start December off with a new funny poem about Santa Claus. To get myself in the right festive mood, I reread Clement Clarke Moore’s classic poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” better known as “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” As I was reading, a couple of lines jumped out at me:
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
I couldn’t help noticing something amusing about the word “soot.” It looks like it ought to rhyme with “suit,” but it doesn’t. “Soot” actually rhymes with “put” and “foot,” not with “suit” or “boot.” Still, that contrast made me laugh, and I thought there had to be a poem hiding inside that idea somewhere.
So I first decided to call it “Soot Suit,” and then sat down to see what I could come up with. And this is the result, my newest holiday poem.
Soot Suit
When Santa came to visit us
on Christmas Eve this year,
his eyes were bright and merry
and his face was full of cheer.
He carried toys and presents
in a sack upon his back.
But Santa wasn’t dressed in red.
Instead, his suit was black.
Without his bright red coat and hat
he looked a little weird.
He also had some smudges
on his cheeks and on his beard.
We asked if he was trying out
a new and different style.
He looked down at his blackened suit
then answered with a smile.
He said, “My suit’s not really black,
as maybe you could tell.
It only looks that way because
your chimney soots me well.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
ThanksgivingOne question students often ask me is what my favorite “kind” of poem is. That is, they want to know if I like haiku or limericks or diamantes or some other type of poem best. The word poets use to describe these different kinds of poems is “form.” A form is kind of poem defined by a set of rules, which might include a certain rhyme scheme, number of lines, syllable count and so on.
The truth of the matter is that I don’t normally write in poetic forms, but if I had to pick a favorite, it would either be a funny form like limericks or clerihews, or it would be the acrostic, where the first letters of each line spell out a word or phrase.
With Thanksgiving Day (in the United States) coming soon, this week I was putting together a program on how to write “thankful” poems. One example I gave was a simple acrostic on the word “thanks.” I enjoyed that simple example enough that I decided to create a longer acrostic using the word “Thanksgiving,” listing things that you or I might be thankful for on Thanksgiving Day.
I hope you enjoy it!
Thanksgiving
These are things I’m thankful for:
Hugs from people I adore.
Apple cider. Pumpkin pie.
Next-door neighbors dropping by.
Kicking balls around the yard.
Singing, laughing, playing cards.
Glasses clinking for a toast.
Ice cream sundaes. Yummy roast.
Visitors from out of town.
Inside, children running ’round.
Napping after food and play.
Giving thanks, Thanksgiving Day.
— Kenn Nesbitt
It’s that time again! Time for this week’s Children’s Poetry Blog Post Roundup! Pull up a chair and get ready for the latest news and updates from the world of children’s poetry. Here’s what’s been happening in the past week:
