Poems to Children for Free

Here is some child poetry that you are free to use for any personal or non-commercial purpose. For a more detailed explanation of terms of use, click on Home. For other kinds of poetry, click on Contents. All poems: copyright by Nicholas Gordon. If you would like to read or buy my poetry or fiction in book form, click on Bookstore. As in any bookstore, you can either buy or just browse. If you would like to read my fiction, click on Fiction.  Please direct all email correspondence to the webmaster at poemsforfree.com. Please direct all correspondence by mail to Nicholas Gordon, P.O. Box 3043, Fort Lee, NJ 07024. You can read my poetry on your cell phone at http://poemsforfree.mobi .

Music: The Grenadier and the Lady Sequenced by Barry Taylor

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Children Who Die Are Not Really Gone Dear Son, I Cannot Speak Deep Beneath Angela's Smile Eggs Make Ducks Evelyn, the Milk-White Girl Evil Has No Easy Explanation Families Are Created Out of Love Giuli, Giuli Gold Is Not the Only Buried Treasure Goodnight, My Loved One I Am Four I Cannot Tell You How Much I Have Loved You I Do Not Wish to Take Your Mother's Place I End My Letters, "Thoughts, Prayers, and Heart" I Feel as Though My Heart Must Stop with Pain I Had a Rough Time with Three Kids by Myself I Love You Just as Though You Were My Own I Think About You Most of Every Day I Wish for You One Thing, and That Is Love It Took Some Time to Get the Hang of Breathing Life Is Beautiful, My Child Life Is Changing for Us Now Love Comes Through the Eyes That See Mothers and Daughters Ought to Be Friends My Heart Is like a Symphony Now that You Are Twenty-One Once I'm in My Bubble Bath Paula Is a Fine White Cat Perhaps You Think You Never Will Recover So Far Away, yet We Are Near The Pain Will Never Go Away The Road Ahead Is like the Road Behind There Are No Words to Say How Much I Love You There Are Times the Sea Is Sullen Rage There Are Times when Life Yields Little Pleasure Tina Says She's OK To My Grandchild, with Overwhelming Love To the Graduate, No More a Child Tough and Lovely We Are a Family Now What Does Santa Bring for Daddies  You Are the Rose About to Bloom You Think, Perhaps, that You Will Live Forever