Poetry for Children. The Sun and the Moon

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If you are fond of poetry for children and teach your kids to love nature using it, so this small collection of lovely poems is for you.

Poetry for Children. The Sun and the Moon

Sun and Moon

by Charlotte Druitt Cole

The moon shines clear as silver,

The sun shines bright like gold,

And both are very lovely,

And very, very old.

God hung them up as lanterns,

For all beneath the sky;

And nobody can blow them out,

For they are up too high.

The Sun and the Moon

The sun is shining in the sky
But the moon gives a sigh

He can’t light up the day
For the sun is in the way

But at night the moon shines bright
And the sun is out of sight

He was sleeping in his bed
And wasn’t angry to be said

That the moon is shining bright
In the black and gloomy night

The Moon by Lillian M. Fisher

The moon has no light
of its own.
It's cold and dark
and dead as stone,
But it catches light
from the burning sun
And shows itself
When each day is done.

The Sun Has Burst The Sky

Poem by Jenny Joseph

The sun has burst the sky
Because I love you
And the river its banks.

The sea laps the great rocks
Because I love you
And takes no heed of the moon dragging it away
And saying coldly 'Constancy is not for you'.
The blackbird fills the air
Because I love you
With spring and lawns and shadows falling on lawns.

The people walk in the street and laugh
I love you
And far down the river ships sound their hooters
Crazy with joy because I love you.

Nor The Sun Its Selling Power

Poem by Brian Patten

They say her words were like balloons
with strings I could not hold,
that her love was something in a shop
cheap and far too quickly sold;

but the tree does not price its apples
nor the sun its selling power
the rain does not gossip
or speak of where it goes.

First Moon Landing by J. Patrick Lewis

Two highfliers,
Buzz and Neil,
Said they couldn't
Wait to feel
Just what kind of
Moon it was — -
«Take a look around,»
Said Buzz.

Open the hatch
And out the door,
Down the ladder
To the moonlit floor.
After he had
Sunk his heel
Into the dusty
Ocean, Neil
Knew what a lovely
Moon it was — -
«One small step...
Said Neil to Buzz.

Song by Ashley Bryan

Sing to the sun
It will listen
And warm your words
Your joy will rise
Like the sun
And glow
Within you
Sing to the moon
It will hear
And soothe your cares
Your fears will set
Like the moon
And fade
Within you

The Sun Has Set

Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
In some warm nook a couch to find.

In all the lonely landscape round
I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that far away
Come sighing o'er the healthy sea

The Summer Sun Shone Round Me

Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.

The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.

The deep grass moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
»The winter comes apace."

Let The Sun Shine — Triolet

Poem by Ernestine Northover

Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Warming us deeply in our soul,
We are happy it's here to stay
Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Giving our earth a lovely ray,
Having found its own final knoll,
Let the sun shine brightly each day,
Warming us deeply in our soul.

We Can But Follow To The Sun

Poem by Emily Dickinson

We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—
'Tis mostly—following—

We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door—
And then the Panels are reversed—
And we behold—no more.

Poetry for Children. The Sun and the Moon

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I'm fond of reading stories and poems about nature, so I'd like to add the following ones. Perhaps, you'll enjoy reading them too:

Lunar Paraphrase
Wallace Stevens — 1879-1955

The moon is the mother of pathos and pity.

When, at the wearier end of November,
Her old light moves along the branches,
Feebly, slowly, depending upon them;
When the body of Jesus hangs in a pallor,
Humanly near, and the figure of Mary,
Touched on by hoar-frost, shrinks in a shelter
Made by the leaves, that have rotted and fallen;
When over the houses, a golden illusion
Brings back an earlier season of quiet
And quieting dreams in the sleepers in darkness—

The moon is the mother of pathos and pity.

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The Moon
Robert Louis Stevenson — 1850-1894

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

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Rare Stanza — Sun And Moon — Poem by Amrar Annaa

Here both we need
For light and shine.
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The Setting And Rising Sun And Moon
Elisia Cardona

In the shinning light of the rising sun
In the gazing light of the setting moon

We shall stand before our dying day
To empower the life that was given

To which you had forgotten
To when you cared about me

To when you saw the rising of the sun
And the setting of the moon

To when you’ll die for all your lies

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The Sun, The Moon And Truth Cannot Be Hidden
Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

The sun shines and brightens our days
seeping waters up to the sky and
and pouring them back to earth as rain.
The sun is real to our own eyes.

The moon shines during nights
as full moon, half moon,
new moon or no moon;
it rotates on earth's axis
bringing to us our months in milleniums.
The moon is real before our eyes.

The sun and the moon are faces of
truth during days and nights in our lives:
never alternative truths, never half truths,
never fake truths of our digital genius.

Truth is there in time and beyond time
revealed by lights from sun and moon
reflecting concience of the human mind.

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Sister Sun — Brother Moon
Peter S. Quinn

Sister sun
Brother moon,
It's the summer
Of early June.

Winged across
Spears of thought,
Rainbow flush
Brought to us.

It's for you too
Light our mind,
Of colors true
Our eyes may find.

Sea of touch
That comes around,
That means so much
As lost is found.

Sister sun
Brother moon,
All these showings
Are in tune.

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Sun And Moon — A Celestial Love Story
Bipasha Dutt

From the womb of the night
Comes out a sun, glowing bright

The sky is his cradle,
A place to grow and dwell.

And white clouds are his playmates
Yet a longing, for someone he waits

The lone lover continues to blaze in sorrow;
Long enough, not knowing what will follow.

Then the demure moon finally arrives
And brazen sun softly sparkles and shines

Sun and moon in their own galaxy of love
Teaching us truth of life from high above

Love is timeless, everlasting and eternal
An essence of existence that is universal

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Dusk in Autumn
Sara Teasdale — 1884-1933

The moon is like a scimitar,
A little silver scimitar,
A-drifting down the sky.
And near beside it is a star,
A timid twinkling golden star,
That watches likes an eye.
And thro’ the nursery window-pane
The witches have a fire again,
Just like the ones we make,—
And now I know they’re having tea,
I wish they’d give a cup to me,
With witches’ currant cake.
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I'd like you to join me in reading and enjoying these wonderful poems.

‘The Sun Rising’.
by John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices,
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time …

O Sun of Real Peace
by Walt Whitman

O sun of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, darting and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger’d with weight of light! with pouring glories!
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!
O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the war is over!

‘I’ll tell you how the Sun rose’
by Emily Dickinson
I’ll tell you how the Sun rose –
A Ribbon at a time –
The Steeples swam in Amethyst –
The news, like Squirrels, ran –
The Hills untied their Bonnets –
The Bobolinks – begun –
Then I said softly to myself –
‘That must have been the Sun!’

‘There’s Nothing Like the Sun’.
by Edward Thomas
There’s nothing like the sun as the year dies,
Kind as it can be, this world being made so,
To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies,
To all things that it touches except snow
Whether on mountains side or street of town.
The south wall warms me: November has begun,
Yet never shone the sun as fair as now
While the sweet last-left damsons from the bough
With spangles of the morning’s storm drop down
Because the starling shakes it, whistling what
Once swallows sang …
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