Poems about THE SKY!
by Little Dazzy Donuts
Here’s a selection of poems about the sky taken from the weekly Kids’ Poetry Club podcast, including links to podcast episodes and YouTube videos.
All poems are written by children’s poet, Little Dazzy Donuts. Illustrations by Dot Cherch.
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“Phases Of The Moon”
(available in episode 99)
I have moments of brightness
when I shine like the sun.
Has the day really ended,
and the nighttime begun?
When I turn rays into beams
that help light your way.
Nothing’s dull, when I’m full,
and merge night into day.
But as I wax and I wane,
the slither you see,
is just a small part
of the whole that is me.
Don’t worry as I change
between new, full, and new.
It’s simply a phase
that I have to go through.
“On My Mind”
(available in episode 118)
I see a tortoise…
No, a puppy…
Gosh, now it’s a cat.
You’re a shape-shifting form,
but much more than that …
In the middle of Summer,
you drift in on the breeze
and sit right up above me
to grant a reprieve,
and I wallow for a moment
in your wonderful shade
before I water the garden
with the rain that you made.
And when Summer becomes Fall,
and your whites turn to grays,
you fill up the sky
for the whole of the day.
Still, your bright silver lining
is a pleasure to find.
I love it when you turn up
and just cloud my mind.
“Facing Up”
(available in episode 118 and on YouTube)
There’s so much happening
up over our heads.
So, my alarm’s set early.
I jump up out of bed,
dash out to the garden
to lie down on the grass,
while I wait for the whole
of the sky world to pass.
I watch insects buzz by,
and clouds drifting through.
I see eagles and sparrows
and chaffinches too.
There are geese in formation,
heading off in a V.
I could do this all day,
there’s just so much to see.
So, find a nice spot
in the open to lay,
and together we’ll both
face up to today.
“The Sky”
(available in episode 69 and on YouTube)
I jumped up high to reach the sky,
but found I couldn't reach that high.
Between us there was too much air,
even balanced on a chair.
I built a rocket from a box,
but couldn't get it to take off.
I climbed up on a trampoline,
and bounced around like a jumping bean.
Up above me planes fly high,
and birds soar around in the sky,
but no matter what I try,
I'm doomed to fail, I don't know why.
So, I stretch my hands above my head,
standing on tippy toes on a shed,
my fingers grasping for a cloud
but reaching none, I scream out loud,
"Having stretched and reached, I’ve come to see
that the sky is just too far from me...
and so if we are to meet, may I invite
the sky to come down here to my height."
“Goodnight Sun”
(available in episode 69)
When the sun goes down, where does it go?
Does it go to theater to see a great show?
Or does it take advantage of the quiet at night
for grocery shopping with no one in sight?
Or does it stay home and put up its feet,
after a long day of working, providing us heat?
After thinking this through, the only answer I see
is the sun goes to shine a long way from me.
“Twinkling Star”
(available in episode 69)
Twinkle, twinkle,
little star.
I can’t believe
just how far
you are from me,
for when it’s clear.
I see you like
you’re so near
to me that I can reach
out to hold
your world all shiny,
hot, and gold.
Until clouds drift in,
and you disappear.
A twinkling star
that’s far, not near.
“Moon and Sun”
(available in episode 3)
How could Moon and Sun be friends,
if one starts work when the other’s work ends?
Every evening, Sun would go down,
just as Moon shone over the town.
Then Moon would see us all through the night,
before fading away in the morning’s sunlight.
Until one day, when Sun went down,
but the sky was all black with no Moon around.
I watched for a while, but Moon never came,
just twinkling stars and the occasional plane.
I thought of Moon as I went off to bed,
and hoped she was playing with her friend, Sun, instead.
“Made For Ducks”
(available in episode 14)
The sun didn’t come out today,
and the sky was filled with clouds of gray
that held on loosely to their rain
before dumping it down again,
and again,
until rivers ran where there once were roads
and canoes were paddled where cars once drove.
Those wanting sun were out of luck
for today was mostly just made for ducks.