Boys are full of wonder and potential, with endless possibilities waiting to be discovered.
In this collection of poems for boys, we’ll explore the journey of boys as they grow, discover, and explore the world around them.
We’ll delve into the treasure in their eyes, unlocking their imagination, courage, and spirit.
Through these boys poems, we’ll celebrate the beauty and power of boyhood and encourage boys to be true to themselves and embrace their dreams.
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Famous Poems for Boys
From Robert Frost to Langston Hughes, poets have been inspired by the joys and challenges of boyhood. This section will explore some of the most famous boys’ poems, celebrating their spirit and resilience.
1. My Son
Rugs and pillows
out of place,
Cars and tractors
here and there,
Blocks and boats
Gold and silver
have I none,
But worth a million
is my Son.
2. Little Boys Are Treasures
Little boys are treasures
Who are worth their weight in gold
And charm everyone around them
From the time they’re hours old.
They’re Mommy’s little darling,
They’re a special pal to Dad,
And they bring the very happiest days
A family’s ever had!
3. Parental Pride
by Richard Armour
My day-old son is plenty scrawny,
his mouth is wide with screams, or yawny;
His ears seem larger than he’s needing,
His nose is flat, his chin’s receding.
His skin is very, very red,
He has no hair upon his head,
and yet I’m proud as proud can be,
To hear you say he looks like me.
4. One Small Son
One small hand to hold in yours,
One small face to smile,
One wet kiss as he says “good-night”
One small child.
Catch the moment, put it in your heart
The years too soon will fly.
These are precious moments,
more than money can buy.
Two small arms to hold you tight,
Two small feet to run,
Two small eyes full of love for you,
One small son.
Catch the moment and put it in your heart
and never let it go.
Save it for the years to come,
when he, too will know.
One small hand to hold in his
One small face to smile.
One small kiss and she says “good-night”
One small child.
5. Your Name
by Edgar Guest
You got it from your father
‘Twas the best he had to give.
And right gladly he bestowed it
It’s yours, the while you live.
You may lose the watch he gave you
and another you may claim,
But remember, when you’re tempted,
to be careful of this name.
It was fair the day you got it,
and a worthy name to bear,
When he took it from his father,
there was no dishonor there.
Through the years he proudly wore it,
to his father he was true,
And that name was clean and spotless
when he passed it on to you.
Oh, there’s much that he has given
that he values not at all.
He has watched you break your playthings
in the days when you were small.
You have lost the knife he gave you,
and you’ve scattered many a game,
But you’ll never hurt your father
if you’re careful with his name.
It is yours to wear forever,
yours to wear the while you live.
Yours, perhaps some distant morning,
another boy to give.
And you’ll smile as did your father–
with a smile that all can share,
If a clean name and a good name
You are giving him to wear.
6. Raising Boys
by Roberta I. Teague
I scrub the wall of fingerprints,
Pick up the mounds of clothes.
I sweep the dirt that shoes track in–
Wish I could use a hose!
Meals are served from dawn to dark,
Dirty dishes crowd the sink.
Just when they’re washed and put away–
Everyone wants a drink!
The washer pulls the dirty grime
From pants worn thin and patched.
They look so very neat and clean–
Yuck, look what the pockets hatched!
Broken bones and bloody knees,
I should have been a nurse.
I take it all in shaky stride–
Just grateful it’s not worse!
Screams and shouts and arguments
Test the keeping of my cool.
They left the neighbor’s faucet on–
See their new front yard pool!
A soothing bath is ecstasy,
A reward at the end of my rope.
Raising boys isn’t really bad–
But first I must wash the soap!
A rose can say I Love You,
Orchids can enthrall;
But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist,
Oh my, that says it all!
7. A Boy’s World
by Rea Williams
The world was made for little boys
With infinite wonders and myriad joys
As he explores the source of brooks
Or recorded lore in interesting books.
As he trails fierce bears imaginary
Or listens quietly for the wild canary,
There are trees to climb–birds to hear,
Animals to greet with love–not fear.
He tramps the woods, fields and streams
Dreaming those wondrous boyhood dreams,
Of conquering worlds–as yet unknown
In that far off day when he is grown,
To manhood stature with noble goal
Imbued with nature’s gentle soul.
In the cool of evening or midday sun
Knowing that all of life is one–
Knowing with all its strife and noise
The world was made for little boys.
8. I Have a Boy
by Hugh M. Pierce
I’ve a wonderful Boy, and I say to him, “Son,
Be fair and be square in the race you must run.
Be brave if you lose and be meek if you win.
Be better and nobler than I’ve ever been.
Be honest and noble in all that you do,
And honor the name I have given to you.
I have a boy and I want him to know
We reap in life just about as we sow,
And we get what we earn, be it little or great,
Regardless of luck and regardless of fate.
I will teach him and show him the best that I can,
That it pays to be honest and upright, a man.
I will make him a pal and a partner of mine,
And show him the things in this world that are fine.
I will show him the things that are wicked and bad,
For I figure this knowledge should come from his dad.
I will walk with him, talk with him, play with him, too;
And to all of my promises strive to be true.
We will grow up together, I’ll too be a boy,
And share in his trouble and share in his joy.
We’ll work out our plans when we both will be men.
And oh, what a wonderful joy this will be,
No pleasure in life could be greater to me.
I Took His Hand and Followed
My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn’t make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I,
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky.
We waded in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood;
My kitchen wasn’t swept today
But life was gay and good.
We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How Mother Bunny hides her nest,
Where jack-in-the-pulpit grows.
We watched a robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill,
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn’t brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
But that I’ve helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
9. A Special Little Boy
If he can make you think that he’s an angel
while doing things he’s not supposed to do . . .
If he has lots of ways to try your patience
yet charms you with a hug that’s just for you . . .
If he enjoys the roughest games and new adventures
but needs the same old kiss to “make it well” . . .
If he drags his feet whenever it’s his bedtime
but runs to hear the story you will tell . . .
If he can fill your days with happiness and laughter
and always be a source of pride and joy,
Then he’ll be all you lucky parents ever hoped for . . .
He’ll be a really special little boy!
10. Broken Things
Oh, a lot of things get broken when you’re rearing little boys,
There are broken doors and hinges, broken vases, broken toys.
There are many broken handles, broken dishes, broken knobs
And little troubles brew and break with little broken sobs.
There’s many a broken buckle, and lots of broken stitches,
And on some very trying days, there may be broken switches.
The chocolate cake gets broken around its frosted edge
By a little Indian (mis) chief now hiding in the hedge.
And oft the quiet’s shattered with a cowboy’s scream and shout,
And oft times little faces are with measles broken out!
And little skins get broken, or else bumped ’till black and blue
But, thanks to Mom’s caresses–little spirits never do.
Oh, many a nap is broken up with banging, din, and noise;
Yes, a lot of things get broken when you’re rearing little boys!
But Silence, Gloom and Quiet, (When they grow up and depart)
Seem to settle all unbroken on your lonely, broken heart.
11. Why God Made Little Boys
God made a world out of His dreams,
of magic mountains, oceans and streams,
Prairies and plains and wooded land.
Then paused and thought
I need someone to stand, on top of the mountains,
to conquer the seas, explore the plains
and climb the trees.
Someone to start out small and grow,
sturdy and strong like a tree and so
He created boys, full of spirit and fun
To explore and conquer, to romp and run
With dirty faces, and banged up chins
With courageous hearts and boyish grins.
And when He had completed the task He’d begun,
He surely said, “That’s a job well done.”
12. The Mother of Boys
by Miriam Sieber Lind
Praise to the High One for giving me joys
Peculiarly sweet, I’m the mother of boys!
Mud puddles, torn blue jeans, toads, whistles and worms.
The furred and feathered and whatever squirms.
Black knuckles, bats, arrows and thundering noise.
They’re all in a day for the mothers of boys.
But, ah, ’tis a dear joy to turn the blue eyes
To the manifold wonder of earth, sea and skies.
And, ah, ’tis a dear joy to watch a small hand seize
The hand of God in the knowledge of these.
Spare me, oh High One, to praise Thee more when
This mother of boys is the mother of men.
13. Blessed Are the Pure in Heart
by Gwen Belson Taylor
Blessed are the pure in heart.
So often we are told
Of saints whose names and daily deeds
Inscribed in books of gold
Are certain to be seeing God
In well-rewarding joy–
But when I see the pure in heart
I see a little boy.
He shins up trees and barks his knees,
Has lizards in a box;
He loves to read of dinosaurs,
Collects bright-colored rocks.
His grubby hands are gentle
On the coats of dogs and birds,
And he has a quiet wisdom in naivety of words.
I listen to his little prayers
At night with quiet joy–
And when I hear the pure in heart
I hear a little boy.
He hasn’t reached the age as yet
To question and to doubt;
He gravely takes his mother’s words,
And that’s what life’s about.
Each day is gold, a shining thing
Without a wrong alloy–
And when I hold the pure in heart
I hold a little boy.
14. A Little Boy
If you have a little boy
All your very own,
Then you have enough and more
To make a happy home.
Funny Poems for Boys
Boys love to laugh, and these interesting poems for boys will tickle their funny bones. From silly limericks to clever rhymes, these works celebrate the joy of humor and the power of laughter.
by Jane Yolen
Jack was quite nimble,
Jack was quite quick,
Jack gave the beanstalk
A mighty big kick.
Down came the giant—
Bottoms up in a crater,
Thus ending it all.
2. The Vulture
The Vulture eats between his meals,
And that’s the reason why
He very, very, rarely feels
As well as you and I.
His eye is dull, his head is bald,
His neck is growing thinner.
Oh! what a lesson for us all
To only eat at dinner!
3. Tom Tigercat
by J. Patrick Lewis
Tom Tigercat is noted
for his manners and his wit.
He wouldn’t think of lion,
No, he doesn’t cheetah bit.
Tom never pretended
to be something that he’s not.
I guess that’s why we like him
and why he likes ocelot.
by Marilyn Singer
Hugging you takes some practice.
So I’ll start out with a cactus.
5. Herbert Hilbert Hubert Snod
by Denise Rodgers
Herbert Hilbert Hubert Snod
was known for eating all things odd.
The thing that bothered me the most
has he spread toothpaste on his toast?
“It’s springtime fresh, so cool and minty.”
His smiling eyes were bright and squinty.
On baked potatoes, he would slather
one half can of shave cream lather.
I don’t know how his tum could cope
as he ingested cubes of soap.
At times his food choice made a scene;
at least he kept his innards clean.
by Katherine Hauth
from elbows, cheeks, and chin
why were you not
designed to thrive
on brine, on swine,
7. Room with a View
by Stephen Swinburne
I live in a room by the sea,
where the view is great and the food is free.
Some of the tenants come and go.
Some I eat, if they’re too slow.
One end of me is firmly locked.
The other end just gently rocks.
I live in a room by the sea.
It’s perfect for an anemone.
8. Little Boy Blue
by Darren Sardelli
Little Boy Blue, please cover your nose.
You sneezed on Miss Muffet and ruined her clothes.
You sprayed Mother Hubbard, and now she is sick.
You put out the fire on Jack’s candlestick.
Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty fell down.
You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came to town.
The blind mice are angry! The sheep are upset!
From now on, use a tissue so no one gets wet!
9. Daddy Fell into the Pond
by Alfred Noyes
Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then Daddy fell into the pond!
And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
When Daddy fell into the pond!
10. My Cat Is Fat
by James McDonald
I’ve a cat named Vesters,
And he eats all day.
He always lays around,
And never wants to play.
Not even with a squeaky toy,
Nor anything that moves.
When I have him exercise,
He always disapproves.
So we’ve put him on a diet,
But now he yells all day.
And even though he’s thinner,
He still won’t come and play.
11. The Upside-Down World
by Hamish Hendry
I know a place that holds the Sky
A place where little white clouds lie;
The edge is all green as Grass,
The middle is as smooth as Glass;
And there the round sun makes his Bed;
And there a tree stands on its Head;
Sometimes a Bird sits on that Tree;
Sometimes it sings a song to me;
And always in that shining place
I see a little smiling Face;
She nods and smiles; but all the same
The Girl down there won’t tell her name.
Short Poems for Boys
Sometimes, less is more. These short poetries about boys, capture the essence of boyhood in just a few lines. They are perfect for sharing with a boy who is always on the go.
by Laura Elizabeth Richard
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant—
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone—
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I’ve got it right.)
Howe’er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee—
(I fear I’d better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
2. The Crocodile
by Lewis Carroll
How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
3. The Purple Cow
by Gelett Burgess
I never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one!
4. The Forest
by Annette Wynne
The forest is the town of trees
Where they live quite at their ease,
With their neighbors at their side
Just as we in cities wide.
5. Hey Diddle Diddle
Hey diddle diddle,
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.
6. I’m a Little Teapot
by George Harold Sanders
I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle (one hand on hip)
Here is my spout (other arm out straight)
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout
“Tip me over
and pour me out!” (lean over toward spout)
I’m a clever teapot,
Yes, it’s true
Here let me show you
What I can do
I can change my handle
And my spout (switch arm positions)
Just tip me over and pour me out! (lean over toward spout)
how I feared,” Two Owls and a hen, For Larks and a wren, Have all built their nests in my beardRD.COM
There Was an Old Man with a Beard
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said “It is just how I feared—
Two Owls and a hen,
For Larks and a wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!”
7. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
by Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
8. The Days of the Months
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone.
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap-year—that’s the time
When February’s days are twenty-nine.
9. Star Light, Star Bright
Star light, start bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
Long Poems for Boys
These long poetries about boys will not disappoint poetry lovers. From epic adventures to poignant reflections, these works offer a rich and rewarding reading experience.
1. What is a Boy?
by Alan Beck
Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood,
we find a delightful creature of a boy.
Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors.
But all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of
every minute of every day and to protest with noise
(their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and
the adult males pack them off to bed at night!
Boys are found everywhere: on top of, underneath, inside of,
climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters
and brothers tolerate them and adults ignore them. A boy is
truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger,
wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the hope of the
future with a frog in its pocket. When you are busy, a boy
is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jungle of noise.
When you want him to make an impression, his brain turns
into jelly or else he becomes a jungle creature, bound on
destroying the world, and himself with it. A boy is a
composite. He has the appetite of a horse, the digestion
of a sword-swallower, the imagination of Paul Bunyan, the
energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a
cat, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap,
the enthusiasm of a fire cracker, and when he make something,
he has five thumbs on each hand. He likes ice cream,
movies, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street,
woods, water in its natural habitat, large animals, trains,
Saturday mornings, and fire engines. He is not much for
Sunday school, composing, music lessons, neckties, barbers,
girls, overcoats, adults or bedtime.
Nobody else is so early to rise or so late to supper.
Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs, and
breezes. Nobody else can cram into one pocket a rusty
knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of string, two gumdrops, a
five-cent slingshot, a chunk of unknown substance, and one
supersonic code ring with a secret compartment. A boy is
a magical creature–you can lock him out of your workshop,
but you can’t lock him out of your heart! You can get him
out of your study, but you can’t lock him out of your mind!
Might as well give up! He is your captor, your jailer,
your boss, and your master. But when your dreams tumble
down and the world is a mess, he can put together the broken
pieces in just a twinkle with a few magic words . . . I LOVE YOU!
2. The Young Artist
by Hannah Flagg Gould
Ay! Young dreamer, this is the hour
For the tablet to glow by the pencil’s power!
When the soul is pure, and warm, and new,
And believes that the world, like itself, is true—
When the sky is cloudless, the eye is bright,
And gives to its objects its own clear light;
Now is the time, while the heart is single,
For the painter’s touch—for the hues to mingle!
Now the portions of light and shade
Will on the delicate sketch be laid
To stand indelibly, all between
Life’s gay morn and its closing scene!
Honors may bloom on thy future way;
And the rays of glory around thee play.
But fame’s best laurels never will be
So dear as thy sister’s wreath to thee!
For, they will not set on a cloudless brow,
And a silken curl, as we see them now!
Fame will her envied crown prepare
For the whitening locks and the brow of care.
Its clustering leaves will not be lit
By the smile of a child, who has braided it!
As thy native castle, sublimely grand,
A beautiful structure, thou mays’t stand
High and unmoved by the tempest’s strife,
The bolt and the blast of the storms of life.
But should it be thus, there must come a day
When thy house will shake, and its strength decay;
When the light that will gild its crumbling towers
Must be left by the sun of thy childish hours!
Then, may their memory, like the vine,
Mantling over the ruin, twine,
And, spreading a living vesture, climb
To cover the rust and the tooth of time,
And curtain with verdure the mouldering walls,
Which shall not fade till the fabric falls!
Sister, gather the buds of Spring,
All dewy and bright, as they’re opening!
Treasure them up from the frost and blight,
For a lowering day and a starless night;
And they will be fresh in thy bosom still,
When all without may be dark and chill.
Another will seek to be crowned by thee
Lord of thy heart and thy destiny!
Thou may’st bestow, in thy riper years,
Laurels to water with daily tears.
Then will memory love to come
Through mist and shade, to thine early home,
Within the halo that brightly beams
Around the scene of thine infant dreams.
Again thou wilt playfully sit, and look
On the artless sketch of thy brother’s book,
And own no moment of earthly bliss
So pure, so holy, and sweet as this!
Children, Time is a fleeting day,
The brighter its scenes, the sooner away!
Look to the mansion, and seek the crown
That shall not decay when the sun goes down!
3. You Are…
by Nikki Blair
Someone once called you
Snips, Snails, Puppy-Dog Tails–
but I know you
and you are
sometimes even sweet-sibling-hugging
coated with the dust and dirt of
high-top tennis shoes and falling-down socks
blistered palms from too much free-throw practice
chlorine-damp hair from a splashy cannonball dive into the pool
eating your veggies
only with the promise that they’ll make you big and strong
giggling in your pj’s at Saturday morning cartoons
letting the dog lick your face and
scrubbed and tubbed
hair combed (until
it rumples on your pillow
when you settle in to sleep)
and there in your dreams
a cowboy, a fireman,
a dump-truck driver,
but in my dreams
(my daydreams and my night dreams)
a grown, gentle man with
a lighted smile, shining eyes–
kissing your beautiful new bride–
singing soft lullabies to your babies in their beds,
and smoothing their bath-damp hair
for I know you and
that’s what my little boy is made of.
4. The Little Gentleman
Take your meals, my little man,
Always like a gentleman;
Wash your face and hands with care,
Change your shoes, and brush your hair;
Then so fresh, and clean, and neat,
Come and take your proper seat:
Do not loiter and be late,
Making other people wait;
Do not rudely point or touch:
Do not eat and drink too much:
Finish what you have, before
You even ask, or send for more:
Never crumble or destroy
Food that others might enjoy;
They who idly crumbs will waste
Often want a loaf to taste!
Never spill your milk or tea,
Never rude or noisy be;
Never choose the daintiest food,
Be content with what is good:
Seek in all things that you can
To be a little gentleman.
by Roy Neal
Mix a little shake of laughter in the doings of the day,
Scatter golden bits of sunshine as you plod along the way,
Stop to cheer a fellow human that’s a bit worse off than you—
Help him climb the pesky ladder that you find so hard to do;
Show by every daily motive, every thought and every deed—
You are one that folks can turn to when they find themselves in need;
Just forget the rugged places—make believe they’re slick and smooth;
When you spot the troubled faces, pull a grin and try to soothe;
Life’s a game—a mighty short one—play it gamely while you can—
Let the score book show the record that you measured up a MAN!
Pretty pomes and marble towers won’t avail you very much,
When you’ve passed—unless you’ve helped to lighten heavy loads and such;
Better far to have your neighbors say you were a cheerful chap,
Always kind and always helpful—if you’re that, you’ll leave a gap;
You may scatter filthy lucre to your merry heart’s content,
And forgotten be much sooner than some good-souled homeless gent;
Chances are that in the making of your sordid pile of cash,
In your handclasps you were faking, though you did show pep and dash;
Never mind about the fortune you made up your mind to pile—
But just live the GOLDEN RULE, lad, and your life will be worthwhile.
by J. W. Foley
If we should be shipwrecked together
And only had water for one,
And it was the hottest of weather
Right out in the boiling sun,
He’d tell me—no matter how bad he
Might want it—to take a drink first;
And then he would smile—oh, so glad he
Had saved me!—and perish from thirst!
Or, if we were lost on the prairie
And only had food for a day,
He’d come and would give me the share he
Had wrapped up and hidden away;
And after I ate it with sadness
He’d smile with his very last breath,
And lay himself down full of gladness
To save me—and starve right to death.
And if I was wounded in battle
And out where great danger might be,
He’d come through the roar and the rattle
Of guns and of bullets to me,
He’d carry me out, full of glory,
No matter what trouble he had,
And then he would fall down, all gory
With wounds, and would die—but be glad!
We’re chums—that’s the reason he’d do it;
And that’s what a chum ought to be.
And if it was fire he’d go through it,
If I should call him to me.
You see other fellows may know you,
And friends that you have go and come;
But a boy has one boy he can go to,
For help all the time—that’s his chum.
7. Be True, Boys
by Henry Downton
Whatever you are, be brave, boys!
The liar’s a coward and slave, boys!
Though clever at ruses
And sharp at excuses,
He’s a sneaking and pitiful knave, boys!
Whatever you are, be frank, boys!
’Tis better than money and rank, boys!
Still cleave to the right,
Be lovers of light;
Be open, aboveboard, and frank, boys!
Whatever you are, be kind, boys!
Be gentle in manners and mind, boys!
The man gentle in mien,
Words, and temper, I ween,
Is the gentleman truly refined, boys!
But, whatever you are, be true, boys!
Be visible through and through, boys;
Leave to others the shamming,
The “greening” and “cramming”
In fun and in earnest, be true, boys!
8. The Worm
by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
Dickie found a broken spade
And said he’d dig himself a well;
And then Charles took a piece of tin,
And I was digging with a shell.
Then Will said he would dig one too.
We shaped them out and made them wide,
And I dug up a piece of clod
That had a little worm inside.
We watched him pucker up himself
And stretch himself to walk away.
He tried to go inside the dirt,
But Dickie made him wait and stay.
His shining skin was soft and wet.
I poked him once to see him squirm.
And then Will said, “I wonder if
He knows that he’s a worm.”
And then we sat back on our feet
And wondered for a little bit.
And we forgot to dig our wells
Awhile, and tried to answer it.
And while we tried to find it out,
He puckered in a little wad,
And then he stretched himself again
And went back home inside the clod.
9. Trains in the Grass
by Annette Wynne
It’s fun to watch the trains go by
Across the world as in the grass you lie
So carelessly, and think far thoughts of cities gray,
And watch the smoke curls die away
Across the brook or in the trees;
It’s fun to lie quite at your ease
And dream that you are riding far
Inside the hurrying, clanging car.
How fast the train goes everywhere,
It seems to fly straight through the air,
And never touch the ground at all;
You see small boys—you try to call
To them as in the grass they lie;
So fast you fly
Before they answer you are by;
But there’s another boy not far;
You call out from your flying car
To him, and yet he never hears;
Just then a great big bridge appears
And you forget him, and look out
At all the moving things about;
You wonder if the people, too,
Look in, and wonder who are you,
And where you come from, is it far,
What kind of folks your people are.
All at once a bee goes by,
A May bug, then a butterfly,
A poppy shakes a dusty head
And you are in the grass instead;
And then you know that, after all,
You are the boy you tried to call,
You are the boy the people pass
Inside the train, that looking through the glass
They see outstretched in meadow grass;
And there you lie the summer day,
And see the smoke curls die away.
Poems for Boys That Rhyme
Rhyming poems are fun to read and easy to remember. In this section, we’ll explore rhyming poems of boys, sure to be loved by readers.
1. A Good Name
Children, choose it,
Don’t refuse it,
’Tis a precious diadem;
Highly prize it,
Don’t despise it,
You will need it when you’re men.
Love and cherish,
Keep and nourish,
’Tis more precious far than gold;
Watch and guard it,
Don’t discard it,
You will need it when you’re old.
by Annette Wynne
Bits of tin and colored glass,
Nails and knives and strings,
Keep them in a treasure-box,
For these are treasure-things;
Wrap them up most neatly,
Keep them hidden so,
For what are really treasure-things
Parents never know.
3. A Boy and His Dog
by Edgar A. Guest
A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care;
Faithful he’ll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.
No other can lure him away from his side;
He’s proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery’s breath
Is lost on the dog, for he’s faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals—
Oh, it’s great to be young with a dog at your heels!
4. My Son
When you were born the stars shone bright,
A tiny perfect, wondrous sight.
The babe became a growing boy,
Meeting life with cries of joy,
from awkward steps to reading books,
Games with balls and baiting hooks.
As years went by, a man appeared,
Loved and nurtured through the years.
With honest eyes he views the day,
A caring heart is there to stay.
A silent strength, an active mind,
A better man is hard to find.
I view him with both love and pride,
for you, my son, in him reside.
5. Good Company
“I’ll Try!” is a soldier;
“I will” is a king;
Be sure they are near
When the school-bells ring.
When school-days are over,
And boys are men,
“I’ll Try!” and “I Will!”
Are good things then.
6. The Hustling Pumpkin Vine
by Ed. Blair
Say boy, don’t go a mopin’ ’round ‘n’ talkin’ in a whine,
But go out in the field and view the hustling pumpkin vine.
It has the kind o’ stuff in it that’s needed, boy, in you,
A kind o’ get there quality thet most folks say will do.
The weeds may grow around it but the pumpkin vine don’t stop,
It shows it’s there fer business an’ it climbs right out on top.
An’ if it strikes a big stone fence or ditch that may be wide,
It jes’ lines out ‘n strings the pumpkins on the other side.
So boy, don’t let the weeds or ditches drive you from your way,
But go ahead and get on top—do something every day.
An’ if things look discouraging, don’t ever mope or whine,
But go and learn a lesson from the hustling pumpkin vine.
7. Books Are Soldiers
by Annette Wynne
Books are soldiers gaily dressed, standing grave and tall,
Like a halting regiment close against the wall;
They have marched through many lands, over meadows green,
Cities great and monuments and rivers they have seen;
All year long they wait to tell you wondrous things they know
If you’ll only listen;—Soldiers in a row,
Tell me what you have to tell,
Of the things you know so well;
Tell me, soldiers, gaily dressed, standing grave and tall,
Like a halting regiment, close against the wall.
Poems for Boys about Best Friends
Friendship is a vital part of boyhood, and these poems celebrate the bonds of loyalty and camaraderie that form between boys and their best friends.
1. The Feeling of Friendship
by Marie Bellinger
I wanna be there for you, just like you’re there for me.
But sometimes all I wanna do is make you see that I love you with all my heart.
I can’t imagine us apart.
You give me so much energy it’s crazy
Because when I’m not with you my body is weak and lazy.
I love your smile; it drives me wild.
When you’re by my side, all I want you to do is stay a while.
You understand who I am and no one does that,
So that makes you my #1 fan.
The touch of your hand sends me to a beautiful wonderland.
I can always trust you, and that’s what real friends do.
If you had to change something I wouldn’t change a thing,
Because all you do is make my heart sing.
I want you to be my best friend,
So what does you think…should we begin to make this trend?
2. When the Rain Falls Hard
by Friel Grace
When the rain falls hard,
I will be there.
When the wind beats you down,
I will pull you up.
When the going gets tough,
I will push you through.
When you need a second chance,
I will give you mine.
When you fall,
I will laugh it off with you.
When you need a friend,
I will give you a sister.
When you want a hug,
I will hold you as long as you need.
When the rain comes crashing down
and the sun refuses to shine,
when the lightning hits
and the thunder flashes,
when the wind blows
and the leaves fall,
when the world seems to crash
and there is nothing left,
everything is gone,
I will be there.
Just so you know,
we can walk through this rain
3. My Best Friend!
by Jana C. Souder
I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
I can’t change your past with all its heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.
I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can’t tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
4. Poem About a Friend…
by Marilyn H. White
Accepts you as you are
Believes in you
Calls just to say hi
Doesn’t give up on you
Envisions the whole of you, even the unfinished parts
Forgives your mistakes
Invites you over
Just to be with you
Keeps you close at heart
Loves you for who you are
Makes a difference in your life
Picks you up
Quiets your fears
Raises your spirits
Says nice things about you
Tells you the truth when you need to hear it
Walks beside you
Explains things you don’t understand
Yells when you won’t listen and
Zaps you back to reality
5. Best Buddies Forever
by Jacqueline A. Smith
God sent me you at a moment in my life
When He knew I needed a companion
Only He knew who was best for me
And knew every place I had been
Only God could give such a precious thing
As the gift of a companion like you
I pray every day as our companionship grows
That you’ll let me be there for you
I’ll ask the Lord to soothe you
On days you’re feeling blue
And when those tears are in your eyes
He’ll wipe away those too
I’m sure that it was the hand of God
Who placed us two together
I’ll pray to Him every day
That we remain best buddies forever
6. Our Friendship
by Rogelio Morados
I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.
Our friendship is something that will never end.
When I was in darkness that needed some light,
You came to me and hugged me tight.
You took my hands and dried my tears.
You woke me up to end my fears.
You took my hand and made me see
That God has a special plan for me.
You helped me laugh
When I was sad.
You made me tough
When I felt bad.
Our friendship made me see the light.
Our friendship showed to me what was right.
I hope our friendship will never bend.
I hope our friendship will never end.
7. A Friend
by Jodi L. Landes
A friend is someone who will always be there.
A friend is someone who will always care
When you’re feeling happy or sad,
Sometimes even when you’re mad.
A friend will lend a shoulder or loan their ear,
Because to a friend, you are very dear.
A friend will be there in all your days.
A friend is someone who doesn’t stray.
In laughs and tears,
A friend shares in your life throughout the years.
When things don’t seem like they’re going right,
A friend will be there to reassure in the darkest night.
When you feel like you’re falling apart,
A friend will come to you and help heal your heart.
A friend is someone who will lend a hand
While you lie in confusion or just don’t understand.
A friend shows you the way right from the start.
A friend is someone from whom you never want to part.
So, thank you for all that you do.
It’s a blessing to have a friend like you.
8. Forever Friends
by Jacklyn N. Hayes
Words could never tell you
How important you’ll always be.
Just little things that you do
That are especially meant for me.
You always seem to remember
All the things to do.
That makes friends last forever
And share a bond so true.
I’m so glad God gave to me
Someone just like you.
He knew that you would be
One of the chosen few!
9. Best Kinds
by Alex More By Alex
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
The best kinds of people smile and embrace.
They support you with strength and grace.
The best kinds of people love and cherish.
They lift you up when you’re near to perish.
The best kinds of people share your joy,
To laugh with you, to joke and enjoy.
The best kinds of people stand up tall,
No matter how hard they fall.
The best kinds of people are honest and true.
The best kind of person, my dear, is you.
Poems for Boys about Growing up
Growing up can be tough, but these boy poems about growing up offer words of encouragement and inspiration for boys as they navigate the ups and downs of adolescence.
by Ruby Archer
Though Life will rob me of my childhood days,
And hedge a way for free, unbidden feet,
It cannot steal my childhood thoughts and lays,
Nor break the spell that lets me hear the beat
Of Nature’s heart, and catch her whisper sweet.
2. The Scholar
by Annette Wynne
When I was ignorant and small
I used to have great fun all day,
But now that I am wise and tall
I must pretend I never play;
And so whenever people look
I keep my eyes tight on my book.
by Adelaide Crapsey
They cannot touch,
Old Age and death…the strange
And ignominious end of old
4. When the First Teeth Go
by Amos Russel Wells
It is infancy’s old age
When the first teeth go;
It’s the turning of the page
When the first teeth go;
It’s farewell to merry youth
With its innocence and truth,
With its tenderness and ruth,
When the first teeth go.
There are novelties of pain
When the first teeth go;
Quick to lose and slow to gain,
When the first teeth go;
Ugly vacancies appear,
New and lisping tones we bear
‘Tis a most erratic year
When the first teeth go.
Ah, the sober thoughts we think
When their first teeth go,
And the rising tears we wink
When their first teeth go!
For the coming teeth must chew
Many meals of bitter rue,
And their sorrows come in view
As their first teeth go.
Yes, but grand teeth come instead,
When the first teeth go,
Strong for meat and white for bread,
When the first teeth go;
Though the crust is hard and dry,
Health and power in it lie,
And there’s better by and by;
Let the first teeth go!
5. Childish Griefs
by Emily Dickinson
Softened by Time’s consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood’s citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood’s realm,
So easy to repair.
6. A Fool’s Wish
I wish I could be the kind of fool I was in the days of yore,
When people could send me on idiotic errands to the store.
When I found the purse tied to a string, and discovered the sugar was salt,
And tried to pick up the county line for jolly Uncle Walt.
For now I’m a fool of a different sort, a less desirable kind,
The fashion of fool that dabbles in stocks and leaves his earnings behind;
The fool that toils for a hunk of gold and misses the only wealth;
The fool that sells for the bubble of fame his happiness and health.
Yes, now you behold in me the fool, the melancholy fool
Who has to go back, with his temples gray, to the very primary school.
And learn the fundamentals of life, the simple, essential things.
The body that lives and the mind that and the soul that trusts and sings.
And would I could be the kind of fool I was in the olden days,
The fool that would fall for an open trick and be fooled in those innocent ways.
I would give the whole of my bank account and the worldly success I am,
If I could go to the kitchen door to look for the gooseberry jamb!
7. The Return
by John Burroughs
He sought the old scenes with eager feet —
The scenes he had known as a boy;
“Oh, for a draught of those fountains sweet,
And a taste of that vanished joy!”
He roamed the fields, he wooed the streams,
His schoolboy paths essayed to trace;
The orchard ways recalled his dreams,
The hills were like his mother’s face.
O sad, sad hills! O cold, cold hearth!
In sorrow he learned this truth —
One may return to the place of his birth,
He cannot go back to his youth.
8. The Season of Youth
by William Knox
Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
Ere thy brow shall be traced by the ploughshare of time,
Ere the twilight of age shall encompass thy way,
And thou droop’st, like the flowers, to thy rest in the clay.
Let the banquet be spread, let the wine-cup go round,
Let the joy-dance be wove, let the timbrels resound,
While the spring-tide of life in thy bosom is high,
And thy spirit is light as a lark in the sky.
Let the wife of thy love, like the sun of thy day,
Throw a radiance of joy o’er thy pilgrimage way —
Ere the shadows of grief come, like night, from the west,
And thou weep’st o’er the flower that expired on thy breast.
Rejoice, mortal man, in the noon of thy prime!
But muse on the power and the progress of time;
For thy life shall depart with the joy it hath given,
And a judgment of justice awaits thee in heaven.
9. The Flight of Youth
by Richard Henry Stoddard
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign:
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain:
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.
by Edgar A. Guest
If I had youth I’d bid the world to try me;
I’d answer every challenge to my will.
Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,
I’d try to make them subject to my skill.
I’d keep my dreams and follow where they led me;
I’d glory in the hazards which abound.
I’d eat the simple fare privations fed me,
And gladly make my couch upon the ground.
If I had youth I’d ask no odds of distance,
Nor wish to tread the known and level ways.
I’d want to meet and master strong resistance,
And in a worth-while struggle spend my days.
I’d seek the task which calls for full endeavor;
I’d feel the thrill of battle in my veins.
I’d bear my burden gallantly, and never
Desert the hills to walk on common plains.
If I had youth no thought of failure lurking
Beyond to-morrow’s dawn should fright my soul.
Let failure strike—it still should find me working
With faith that I should some day reach my goal.
I’d dice with danger—aye!—and glory in it;
I’d make high stakes the purpose of my throw.
I’d risk for much, and should I fail to win it,
I would not even whimper at the blow.
If I had youth no chains of fear should bind me;
I’d brave the heights which older men must shun.
I’d leave the well-worn lanes of life behind me,
And seek to do what men have never done.
Rich prizes wait for those who do not waver;
The world needs men to battle for the truth.
It calls each hour for stronger hearts and braver.
This is the age for those who still have youth!
11. Sky and Tree and Hill and All
by Annette Wynne
Sky and tree and hill and all,
I could touch you were I tall;
But I shall not even try,
Great big tree and hill and sky;
I shall stay down here, and see
All the little things like me,
And let all the big things be,
Till I grow up wise and tall,
Sky and tree and hill and all.
Poems for Boys to Become a Man
As boys grow into men, they face new challenges and responsibilities. In this section, we’ll explore poems about boy becoming a man that offer guidance and wisdom for boys as they become the men they were meant to be.
1. The Boy Becomes a Man
by Bashiru Charles Bakin
The momentous moment is here
It’s welcomed with joy and merriment
But also with trepidation and anxiety for the boys to be initiated
Reacting to the call of the drums, the villagers gather
They will become men by mid-day
The Griot climbs onto the roof so he is seen and heard by everyone
Mediator between man and his destiny, between the villagers and their past
Craftsman of the spoken word
One who remembers and reminds
Keeper of a cultural heritage that would otherwise be lost in the passage of time
As far back as Abraham
It epitomizes proof of the covenant between God and man
Abraham was 99 when he was circumcised and Ishmael 13
Among many cultures in Africa
It is the initiation into manhood
Each boy digs a cavity in the ground
Soon mother earth will be offered blood
En masse they appear, minds ready for the event
Enduring great pain is becoming a man
Rhythmic movements of the body express love and hate, joy and sorrow, abundance and famine
Godfathers escort them to the shade of the tall trees
Skillfully, the knife slides off the foreskin
The extant indication of womanhood in the boy
Before when a man saw my spongy rod, he ridiculed and called me a girl
Burying the severed foreskin, all links to femininity is decimated
Today, they die as boys and are reborn as men
Today, they leave the last remnant of their youth
Today, they die symbolically and return to a different and richer life
Today, they assume the responsibilities that society will bestow upon them
Today, the boys become men
Gunshots convey the news to the surrounding countryside
And serve to ward off evil spirits
Cavities will be filled now
Ground will be fertilized by the blood of the circumcised
2. Boy to Man
by Mafi Grey
The journey to becoming a man is where
he decides to make his own path.
A boy can’t walk the same path as a man,
because he didn’t prove himself strong, brave, or smart
enough to take a leap of faith to find the way out.
We are very capable of using the tools that we are given at birth to find are way.
In a lot of cultures a boy becomes a man at a young age.
Some even follow a code or some kind of tradition
they make a boy do to prove himself of being a man.
Man or boy we will always fall short to a test,
but will always do enough to pass.
We will always be warriors at heart no matter what life we lived.
Man or boy you will hear our calls.
3. Becoming a Man
Look at you now and how much you have grown,
I can’t believe how quickly the winds have blown.
Gone are the days when I held your tiny hand,
for now I look up and I see a young man.
4. Among School Children
by William Butler Yeats
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and history,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way—the children’s eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.
I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire, a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy—
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato’s parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.
And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age—
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage—
And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
She stands before me as a living child.
Her present image floats into the mind—
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaean kind
Had pretty plumage once—enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.
What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?
Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
Upon a ghostly paradigm of things;
Solider Aristotle played the taws
Upon the bottom of a king of kings;
World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
What a star sang and careless Muses heard:
Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.
Both nuns and mothers worship images,
But those the candles light are not as those
That animate a mother’s reveries,
But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
And yet they too break hearts—O Presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolise—
O self-born mockers of man’s enterprise;
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
5. A Boy into a Man
A mind that’s always moving
Everyday have to be improving
Eyes that see within the heart
Creativity and love from the start
Tried to fit in with all of the rest
Walking In the shadows unknowingly blessed
Fell into darkness unable to see the light
Ripped from the grave and given new sight
A boy who was forced into a man
He fought day by day and did all he can
A slave to a name and couldn’t escape
Bottled inside with no one to relate
Broken chains and a little girl
Didn’t know she would change his world
No longer did the sky seem so high
Sky being in his arms made him fly
Strength and courage is all he knew
Kindness and mercy he always had too
He was almost too good to be true
What would a life be without you
A hard life that you had to break through
A changed man and loving husband too
a leader and a king
Makes my heart sing
He was different for so many reasons
He was never afraid of any new seasons
For him I am forever thankful
This man is my angel
6. The Boy Who Never Told a Lie
Once there was a little boy,
With curly hair and pleasant eye—
A boy who always told the truth,
And never, never told a lie.
And when he trotted off to school,
The children all about would cry,
“There goes the curly-headed boy—
The boy that never tells a lie.”
And everybody loved him so,
Because he always told the truth,
That every day, as he grew up,
‘Twas said, “There goes the honest youth.”
And when the people that stood near
Would turn to ask the reason why,
The answer would be always this:
“Because he never tells a lie.”
Poems for a Boy Crush
Crushes are a normal part of growing up, and these poems capture the excitement and wonder of a first crush.
1. My Crush
by Ice Johnson
Sitting alone in this lonely hallway
As you can see there’s nothing left
Since I’m the only one here
I can finally tell myself
I miss you and love you
But everyone laughs I don’t understand why I must move on
All this frustration wont go away
All this anger wont make it better
I want to hit the walls and make the glass shatter
Maybe you’ll run and rescue me this time
Now don’t get carried away our I’ll fall into heavy waves
Look I miss you to death
I need time to gather myself
I lay at night
The ceiling stands white
Everyone already dreaming
I refuse to close my eyes till you come into my life.
My crush, my crush.
2. Whenever I See You
When I see you
In my face, I go red
When you look at me
I can’t even take a step ahead
When I hear your voice
I begin to soar and fly
When you hug me
I see only fuzzy with my eyes
You seem to really have
Some power over me
Or maybe it’s just that
I think you’re a hottie
3. My Secret Crush
by Sania Harris
I think about you everyday
I plan out what to say
You have no idea, you have no clue
Just how much I think about you
I try not to stare, I try not to hide
I try not to show that I have always lied
If I had told you before
Perhaps you might not be the same
I want to tell you how I feel
But the voices inside makes me hush
So I keep it down inside my heart
Hoping that nothing falls apart
Where ever you go, my heart will follow
But sadly, ever, only I will know
I hope my heart will never be broken
All because of my love unspoken
4. Shall I Tell You
My head is spinning,
My heart is racing
Should I tell you, do I say?
Whenever I see you, my thoughts begin to stray
You’re more to me than you know
I just hope that my love for you will show.
5. Dear Crush
I am slightly overwhelmed
A bit nervous and jittery
I am acting very cautious
I’m filled with anxiety
My heart has compelled me
To do something I’m about to
Which is to confess that
I have a crush on you
6. Every Time You Come Closer
Every time we are near each other
I feel a hummingbird in my chest
I know we are very good friends
And I don’t want to ruin anything
This my heart out on a silver platter
I have a crush on you
7. I Like You
I’m not sure if you’ve heard or noticed lately
This may not be new news
But I sort of like you
I like it when you laugh, and you scrunch up your nose
I like when you sleep, how you wiggle your toes
I like your eyes, they seem always to sparkle
I like your lips too
I like listening to you talk
I just like being around you
You’re warm and kind
And you make my heart smile
I hope that you’ll stick around for a really long while
8. My Library Boy
by Michaela Tatualla
I’m waiting for you, day by day.
In the library, I swear I’ll stay,
Waiting for your unforgettable smile,
To see you, even just for a while.
Following you where you go,
Although I’m tired and being slow.
You’re the only one who can give me joy,
You’re my greatest dream, My Library Boy!
9. Looking Into Your Eyes
I look into your eyes, I see a dream from before.
A dream of a boy with eyes of cornflower blue and hair as yellow as the sun.
Your smile lights up my world, your laugh is the music of my heart.
You make me laugh like a funny home video.
But my dream turns to nightmare, one of guilt and shame
As I suddenly remember the deafening truth from before. Just to let you know before you go,
I like you. I like you a lot.
10. Morning to Evening
I think about you in the morning
Hoping that you, find me charming
I think about you in the afternoon
Hoping that I, can meet you soon
I think about you in the evening
Hoping that I, can see you smiling
I think about you in the middle of the night
Hoping that you, understand my plight
I just can’t stop thinking about you
I just hope one day, you end up liking me too
Poems for Boys from Mom
A mother’s love is a powerful force in a boy’s life, and these poems for my little boy capture the depth of that love and the special bond between a mother and her son.
1. A Mother Knows Her Son
by Michele Meleen
My dear, sweet boy
I’ve seen it all
from your first kicks
to your first kiss.
You might think right now
you know it all,
but I’ve seen more of you
than you ever knew.
A Mother knows her son
better than anyone ever could
because I gave you life
and help you shine your light.
2. We Go Together Like Mother and Son
by Michele Meleen
Peanut butter and jelly,
moon and star,
these iconic pairings
can’t compare to what we are.
We go together like mother and son
a match made in heaven.
We’re stuck together
whether you’re seven or eleven!
When two things fit
like the Earth and the sun,
they can only be
mother and son.
3. Son, I Owe All My Gray Hairs to You
by Kelly Roper
I had brown hair when you were born,
But that didn’t last very long.
I owe my gray hairs to you, my boy,
And I’ll remind you how I got each one.
Those gray hairs at my temples
All came from the time you went fishing
In your Daddy’ expensive saltwater tank,
And some of those fish are still missing.
Those gray hairs along my hairline
Are not highlights I got from my beautician.
They appeared when you tore through the neighbor’s garden
Like you were on a search and destroy mission.
That smattering of gray you see
Growing right out of my crown
Is a souvenir I got from that wedding
Where you hurled on the bride’s fancy gown.
They say gray hair is a mom’s badge of honor,
And that may very well be true,
But I wouldn’t trade them for all the world,
If it meant one less second with you.
4. Haiku for My Newborn Son
by Kelly Roper
Soft sounds from your lips,
The scent of your skin so sweet,
Love you, precious boy.
5. I Love You Son
by Michele Meleen
I love you son
Like no one else
Only you and I
Verified love personified
Moment I’m with
You, I feel that love
Sensing you feel it too
Only a mother’s love
Nourishes your soul
6. I’d Choose You Again, Son
by Kelly Roper
I may not be your mother by birth,
But you’re my true son in my heart.
I chose to create this bond with you,
And no one can tear it apart.
I couldn’t love you more even if
I had carried you in my own womb.
My heart’s bursting at the seams with love,
And there simply isn’t any more room.
I bless the woman who gave you life
And let you come to our family.
If I had to do it all over,
I’d choose you again as the son for me.
7. Wishes for My Son
by Michele Meleen
If wishes were like seeds
on a dandelion in the yard,
I blow mine out on a breeze
for Mother Nature to safeguard.
I’d wish for my son
to be happy and free
like the bright burning sun
or a bird in a tree.
I’d wish for my son
to feel safe and loved
like man when life had begun
and the angels up above.
8. Prayers for My Son
by Michele Meleen
who art from Heaven
I gave you a strong name.
Your kingdom will come
as your work here is done
my own little piece of heaven.
I pray you give me each day
as a gift of love
and forgive me whenever I’m wrong.
9. I’m Proud of You Son
by Michele Meleen
I’m proud of you son
A mother’s dream come so true
How I define love
10. For My Son on Mother’s Day
by Kelly Roper
You’re the reason I’m a mother,
And it’s a job I truly love.
And every morning when I wake,
I thank the good Lord above,
For giving me such a wonderful son
Who fills my heart with joy.
This might be my day, but I want you to know
I’m so glad that you’re my boy.
Boys have a unique and powerful energy that is both inspiring and challenging.
Through the collection of poems for boys and about the treasure in their eyes, we’ve explored the different facets of boyhood and celebrated the beauty and power of their spirit.
From famous poems to funny limericks, from short and sweet verses to long and epic adventures, these works offer a rich and rewarding reading experience for boys and anyone who appreciates the wonder of boyhood.
Whether you’re a mother, a friend, or just someone who loves poetry, these boy poems capture the magic of the world through the eyes of a boy and invite us to connect with that magic in new and exciting ways.