Top 20 Fun and Fancy Spring Poems for Kids
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Spring is the season of new beginnings. Its the time when we can welcome fresh beginnings, channel our energy into creating some great memories, meet new people, and let our hearts open for lovely experiences.
And words are always said better in poems. In fact, when you are running short of words, then consider expressing your feelings in the form of poetries. Trust us, its the best way to portray your emotions out there.
In this article, we have shortlisted some of the best spring poems to fill you up with joy and happiness.
Let’s read further to find out some magical spring poems!
1. Spring
What’s spring
in spring?
Buds spring!
Leaves spring!
Flowers spring!
Trees spring!
Plants spring!
Grass spring!
Robins sing
in spring!
— Ghazal
2. Spring is Here
Spring is here.
Spring is here.
Hear the birds.
Hear the birds.
They are busy finding.
They are busy finding.
Big fat worms.
Big fat worms.
— Anonymous
3. Goodbye, Winter!
Goodbye, Winter!
Spring is in the air.
Flowers are in bloom.
You see colors everywhere.
Birds build their nest.
In branches way up high.
But out my window, that loud bird.
Woke me up again … sigh!
— Becky Spence
5. Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
— A.A Milne
6. Spring
Spring is budding green joy
Fresh breeze and sunshine
Birds singing
Water running
Children sloshing through puddles
On the sidewalk
Spring breathes anticipation
Green shoots sprouting from the earth
Unfurling into flowers
The sweet scent of hyacinths
A baby bird learning how to fly
Spring sweeps the dust out of our corners
As we wake up
As we look and listen
To the promise of a morning sunrise
To joy unfolding
To a glowing new life
— Carole Mullen
7. The Secret
We have a secret, just we three,
The Robin and I and the sweet cherry tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just we three.
But of course, the robin knows it best
Because she built the—I shan’t tell the rest;
And laid the four little—something in it—
I’m afraid I shall tell it any minute.
But if the tree and robin don’t peep,
I’ll try my best to find the secret to keep;
But I know when the baby birds fly about
Then the secret will all be out.
— Anonymous
8. Spring is Here
Spring is here
Spring is fun
Spring with kids playing around
Spring is hot
Sometimes rainy
Spring break! With kids so happy
Spring is good
Spring maybe have bad luck
Sometimes people go indoors
Because it is…
So hot! People love spring
So do I!
Spring is here
Spring is very fun
Spring is almost done, so
Say bye-bye!
So now you will see next year
That it will be back to
Spring!!
— Zoe
9. March Wind
The wind is pushing
Against the trees,
He’ll take off your hat
Without asking you “please,”
He rattles the windows
And puffs at a cloud,
Then scoots down the chimney
And laughs aloud.
— Anonymous
10. My Spring Garden
Here is my little garden,
Some seeds I’m going to sow.
Here is my rake to rake the ground,
Here is my handy hoe.
Here is the big round yellow sun;
The sun warms everything.
Here are the rain clouds in the sky;
The birds will start to sing.
Little plants will wake up soon,
And lift their sleepy heads;
Little plants will grow and grow
In their little warm earth beds.
— Anonymous
11. Young Lambs
The spring is coming by many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down.
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two—till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clump in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead – and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
— John Clare
12. A Child of Spring
I know a little maiden,
She is very fair and sweet,
As she trips among the grasses
That kiss her dainty feet;
Her arms are full of flowers,
The snow-drops, pure and white,
Timid blue-eyed violets,
And daffodillies are bright.
She loves dear Mother Nature,
And wanders by her side;
She beckons to the birdlings.
That flock from far and wide.
She wakes the baby brooklets,
Soft breezes hear her call;
She tells the little children.
The sweetest tales of all.
Her brow is sometimes clouded,
And she sighs with gentle grace,
Till the sunbeams, daring lovers,
Kiss the teardrops from her face.
Well, we know this dainty maiden,
April is her name;
And we welcome her with gladness,
As the springtime comes again.
— Ellen Robena Field
13. Dandelion Curls
Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here
Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer
Tiny tangled curls of green
Gayly bobbing in between?
Pretty token of the spring!
Hark! We hear the bluebirds sing.
When we thus see little girls
Decked in dandelion curls.
— Evaleen Stein
14. The Voice of Spring
I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! The honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high.
In the blue and sunny sky,
And the gnats are on the wing.
Wheeling round in an airy ring.
Listen! New-born lambs are bleating,
And the cawing rooks are meeting.
In the elms—a noisy crowd.
All the birds are singing loudly,
And the first white butterfly.
In the sunshine dances by.
Look around you; look around!
Flowers in all the fields abound,
Every running stream is bright,
All the orchard trees are white,
And each small and waving shoot.
Promises sweet autumn fruit.
— Mary Howitt
15. The Dandelions
Upon a showery night and still,
Without a sound of warning,
A trooper band surprised the hill,
And held it in the morning.
We were not waked by bugle notes
No cheer, our dreams invaded,
And yet, at dawn, their yellow coats
On the green slopes paraded.
We careless folk the deed forgot;
Till one day, idly walking,
We marked the self-same spot
A crowd of veterans talking.
They shook their trembling heads and gray,
With pride and noiseless laughter,
When well-a-day! They blew away,
And ne’er were heard of after.
— Helen Gray Cone
16. Song: Spring
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue.
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
‘Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!’ O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daw,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
‘Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!’ O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
17. Dear Grif
Dear Grif,
Here is a whiff
Of beautiful spring flowers;
The big red rose
It is for your nose,
As toward the sky, it towers.
Oh, do not frown
Upon this crown
Of green, pink, and blue geranium
But think of me
When this you see,
And put it on your cranium.”
18. The Wind
I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around, I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass–
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push; I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all–
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind that sings so loud a song!
– Robert Louis Stevenson
19. Very Early Spring
The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up in the sky–
So many white clouds–and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches, he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
– Katherine Mansfield
20. Showery Time
The April raindrops tinkle.
In cuckoo-cups of gold,
And warm south winds unwrinkle
The buds the peach boughs hold.
In countless fluted creases
The little elm leaves show,
While white as carded fleeces
The dogwood blossoms blow.
A rosy robe is wrapping
The early red-bud trees;
But still, the haws are napping,
Nor heed the honeybees.
And still in lazy sleeping
The apple buds are bound,
But tulip tips are peeping
From out the garden ground.
And yonder, gayly swinging
Upon the turning vane,
A robin redbreast singing
Makes merry at the rain!
– Evaleen Stein
Summing Up!
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. It evokes fresh and festive energy in the hearts of everyone. It swipes you off your feet and inspires you to sing your favorite melody at the top of your voice. This can lead to a quick session where you would like to recite spring poems for your little ones on a good fine afternoon. So here we come up to rescue you and provide you with some of the best spring poems that you can recite to your toddlers.
We hope that this article helped you in finding beautiful and relatable poems that are perfect for your kids in evoking soft emotions and love for nature in your child’s heart.
Comment down below and let us know which spring poem is the show’s topper for you.
Frequently Asked Questions
What is the Main Element of Poetry?
One of the best ways to teach poetry is to explore the structure of the poem. These structures are also known as the elements of poetry. The basic elements of poetry include meter, rhyme, scheme, verse, and stanza. In order to dive deeper into poetry, students will first need to understand these structural elements.
What Makes the Best Poetry?
Strong, accurate, interesting words, well-placed, make the reader feel the writer’s emotions and intentions. Choosing the right words for meaning, connotations, their sounds, and even the look of them makes a poem memorable.
