Poetry for children

Children's poetry

Our children are our loved ones and the pleasures of our livers. We have no life without them. They are the ones who color the world with their innocent laughter and bright looks that do not want anything from the world but play, love and tenderness. Our children are the children of today, the youth of tomorrow and the fathers of the future. We were created for this reason only... which is to give them a good upbringing, which will make them a rising generation that flourishes in the horizons of our society, and brings back the fun of parents with childhood at their first experience, which we did not consider with any consideration to be future parents, so at this time we only have to smile at them with a warm smile. And we teach them the most beautiful words of songs that children repeat generation after generation as a precious family heirloom that cannot be lost.

Some of these poems sung to children are:

A Song of Colors My blue pen draws a boat and a sky with a sun shining My red pen took the scene The color of all the red roses My yellow pen looked and thought Where is the place of the yellow

أغنية الربيع إنَّني فَصْلُ الربيعْ إنَّني فصلٌ بَديعْ فأنا حُلْمُ الجميعْ وأنا عُرْسُ الجميعْ إنني فصل الربيع فِيَّ أَسرابُ الطيورْ تَصنعُ الأَعشاشَ صُبْحا وتُغنِّي في سُرورْ تَملأُ الرَّوضَةَ صَدْحا بَيَدي أَكسو البَساتينَ رِداءً أَخضرا بِيَدي أَحملُ للرَّوض النَّسيمَ العَطِرا يا لَرِحلاتي البَديعهْ بينَ أَحضانِ الطبيعهْ تُبهجُ الطفلَ.. فَيَشدو For meek birds, I am the feast of butterflies, and flower weddings wherever I walk.. the fragrance awakens.. and turns around, I am everyone's dream, and I am a wonderful season, you are the season of spring

أغنية الصيف نَّني الصيفُ الجميلْ كلُّ ما فِيَّ ظَليلْ فأنا عُرْسُ الضحى والروض.. أَفراحُ الأَصيلْ فِيَّ أَنسامُ المساءْ تَملأُ الدنيا سُرورْ فِيَّ أزهارُ الضياءْ تَغمرُ الكونَ حُبورْ فِيَّ تَلقى الأَنْجُما كالَّلآلي الحالمَه فاذكُروني دائماً في الليالي الباسمَهْ في عَشِيَّات المَصائفْ في الدَّوالي الضَّاحكاتْ في “الحَكايا” والطَّرائفْ In the shepherds’ “wails” in the morning of the sea.. and the blue… and the beautiful beach, and young children filled the beach in the afternoon in the chants of “the vanguards in the water-courses and fields. I am the feast of the farms, and I am the sweetest of seasons.