Entertaining rhymes for kids in English. The best poems in English for children - with correct pronunciation
home As is known foreign languages easiest to study in childhood . The poems we collected on English language for children will become a good helper
in this process. And don't worry if you're not friends with in foreign words
. You can read these poems with your baby without any problems.
Each poem in English is written with translation. However, the translation is not exact, as they say word for word, but approximate. This is done to ensure that the rhyme is maintained.
In parentheses it is written in Russian letters how to pronounce certain words correctly. Thanks to this, any adult, even if he himself does not know a foreign language, will be able to pronounce all the words more or less correctly without any problems.
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2015-11-21
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Hello my beloved readers. Do you know what was the first thing my daughter learned in English? It was bedtime poem.
Every night before she goes to bed, she says goodbye to all her toys, and then, when she gets into bed, she reads a rhyme where she says “good night” in rhyme to her parents and the toys she sleeps with. Incredibly, it gives her great pleasure!
So today I decided to help you with it, showing you the most interesting and useful way that I know. I have interesting rhymes for children in English for you.
- Ready to learn how to teach them most effectively? Look for poems with translation . These are those who study a language for several years in a row and do not need translation. They are already accustomed to thinking in foreign vocabulary. But for your kids initial stage
- you need to understand what they teach. Therefore, look for poems with translation to make the learning process much easier. Even if your little one doesn't have obvious pronunciation problems, you still need to listen to how to pronounce words correctly. Pay very close attention to how he speaks. There is no need for something wrong to be driven into his head, which he will then have to get rid of for a long time and persistently. But he tried so hard and taught exactly that way!
- Interest is paramount. I repeat this like a prayer every day: the child should be interested! Learn everything in game form. For example, if you are learning poems about animals, then find pictures of said animals and have your little one point them out while reading. Or depicts an animal. Anything - as long as it arouses his interest and sparkle in his eyes!
- Never force. This point is a continuation of the previous one, but still... never force or torture your children. If the child doesn’t like something, look for another method. He's being capricious for a reason. I can tell you from my own experience of working with children: if you find the right approach and teaching method (and for them) - everyone will like English.
Now let's move closer to the topic - our rhymes! By the way, I give the translation literal, not literary, so that the correspondence of the translated words in Russian and English is clearer. Voiceover of each verse below it.
So, with the help of such a great method, it is very easy for children to memorize numbers. See for yourself:
One two,
I love you.
Three four,
Touch the floor.
Five six,
Mix and mix.
Seven eight,
This is cool.
Nine ten,
Let's play again!
To make it much more interesting to learn this verse, come up with a movement for each word: let the child show the numbers on his fingers, on the phrase "I love you"- shows a heart, etc.
Poems about family will help you quickly master the vocabulary of relatives:
Good night mom,
Good night dad,
Kiss your little son.
Good night sister,
Good night brother,
Good night everybody!
It is very easy to teach the names of the seasons of the year this way. And if you combine vocabulary about autumn and words on the topic of color, you can kill 2 birds with one stone!
Autumn is yellow,
Winter is white
Spring is green,
Summer is bright! 
Autumn leaves are falling down
I'm falling down, falling down,
Autumn leaves are falling down
Yellow, red, orange and brown!
No sunlight, a lot of rain,
No warm days, snow again!
No bugs, no bees,
No leaves on the trees.
you must remember
It's November!
Time your training to coincide with appropriate holidays. For example, learn something about New Year shortly before the holiday. Tell me that in order to receive a gift from Santa Claus New Year's Eve, you will need to recite a poem. Believe me, you won’t even notice how quickly your “child” will run to learn the rhyme.
On the theme of the holidays, I have prepared poems for you about Christmas and New Year: 
One two Three,
It's a Christmas tree!
Three two one,
Christmas is fun!
Christmas,
Time for fun
Let's go outside and play right now!
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Well, let's take a break from thematic poems and try something different.
I see green, I see yellow!.
I see this funny boy.
I see white, I see black.
I see this and this and that!
I see pink. I see brown.
I get up and sit down.
I see red, I see blue.
I see you, you and you.
To learn body parts, play a game using the following verse. Let the child name the word and show what this word means on himself.
Touch your eyes
Touch your nose
Touch your mouth
Touch your toes
Touch your ears
Touch your hair
Touch your teeth
Sit on the chair...
Well, are you already eager to start working with your kids?
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From school, we are all instilled with a love for Russian poetry, while English poetry is almost overlooked. Meanwhile, poetry in English is in no way inferior to Russian poetry and perhaps even sounds more poetic.
In any case, whether you are just a lover of English poetry or are learning English from them, knowledge of the poetry of various peoples will benefit you.
By the way, learning English from poems is a pleasure, as they are quickly remembered. Here are the basic rules for learning English through poetry: 1.
If you are a beginner, translate the poem from the beginning.
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Understand the meaning of the poem, this will make it easier for you to learn it.
3.
Translate the poem completely, while Special attention pay attention to words you are not familiar with.
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Learn a poem in Russian.
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Learn a poem in English.
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Retell the poem you learned several times to different people, first in English and then in Russian.
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Write down the memorized verse, in English, on paper, check for errors and do it again.
Follow the rules I have given and your English will become noticeably better.
And now poetry!
Poems in English with translation
| How Cruel Are The Parents | How blind and harsh |
| How Cruel Are The Parents How cruel are the parents Who riches only prize, And to the wealthy booby Poor Woman sacrifice! Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter Has but a choice of strife; To shun a tyrant Father's hate- Become A wretched wife. The ravening hawk pursuing, The trembling dove thus flies, To shun impelling ruin, Awhile her pinions tries; Till, of escape Drops beneath his feet. |
How blind and harsh Sometimes father and mother are, That they are ready for their daughter to the Rich Sell. And the daughter, persecuted by her father, exhausted by the struggle, must leave her father's Home And become a slave wife. So the falcon circles above the dove tirelessly. His The villain will not spare fragile prey. The poor thing is rushing about, bye, Despair Full, at the feet of the cruel shooter She won't rush. |
| Jockie Has Taken The Parting Kiss | Girl's song |
| Jockie has taken the parting kiss, Over the mountains he is gone, And with Him is all my bliss - Nothing but grief with me remain. Spare my love, you Winds that blow, Driven sleets and beating rain! Spare my love, you feathery Snow, Drifting over the frozen plain! When the shades of evening creep Over The day"s fair happy eye, Sound and safely may he sleep, Sweetly blythe his Awakening be! He will think on her he loves, Fondly he will repeat her name; For wherever he distant roves, Jockie's heart is still at home. |
He kissed me and left along the mountain slopes. I keep looking at the ledges of gray rocks I am from now on. Spare him on the way, split rain, crackling hail. Mountain Don't notice the trails On the peaks, snowfall! In the pale twilight of the night Whirl, blizzard, over him - Let him sleep peacefully and wake up Unharmed. Let him call me and look into the valley. The path leads him Forward, And love calls back. |
| Hostess, Count The Reckoning. | I'm paying you mistress |
| Then, hostess, count the reckoning, The reckoning, the reckoning! Then, Hostess, count the reckoning, And bring a drink of ale more! Gone is the Day, and dark is the night, But we will never stray for want of light, For ale and brandy is stars and moon, And blood red wine is the rising Sun. There is wealth and ease for gentlemen, And simple folk must fight And fend (for themselves); But here we are all in one accord For every Man that is drunk as a lord. My stoup (of ale) is a holy pool, That Heals the wounds of care and sorrow, And Pleasure is a wanton trout: If You drink it all, you will find him out! |
Night comes, light goes away. Shall we light a candle? No and no! Like a sun, It shines on us, Crimson-red wine. I pay you, mistress! I’m paying you, mistress, and you pour some more! The master's servant will support him, A The poor man is his foot. Each of us here is straight and firm: He who is drunk is himself Yourself and lord. The holy cup is my glass: I heal any flaw in it. A Pleasure - trout: I catch it after finishing my ale! |
Poems in English for children
Poems for children are distinguished by their simplicity, ease of perception and understanding. Children's poems are always easy to learn and reproduce by ear.| Little girl | Little girl |
| Little girl, little girl, Where have you been? I've been to see grandmother Over the green. What did she give you? Milk in a can. What did you say for it? Thank you, Grandam. |
- Little girl, Tell me where have you been? - I visited my old grandmother At the other end of the village. - What did you drink at grandma's? - I drank tea with jam. - What did you tell grandma? - “Thank you” and “goodbye.” |
| This Is The Key | Key |
| This is the key of the kingdom: In that kingdom there is a city. In that city there is a town. In that town there is a street. In that street there is a lane. In that lane there is a yard. In that yard there is a house. In that house there is a room. In that room there is a bed. On that bed there is a basket. In that basket there are some flowers. Flowers in a basket. Basket on the bed. Bed in the room. Room in the house. House in the yard. Yard in the lane. Lane in the street. Street in the town. Town in the city. City in the kingdom. Of the kingdom this is the key. |
Here is the key to the kingdom. In the kingdom there is a city, And in the city there is a street, And there is a yard outside. There is a tall house in the yard. This house has a bedroom. There is a cradle in the bedroom. In the cradle - lilies of the valley Full cart. Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley Full cart! Lilies of the valley - in a basket, The basket is in the cradle. The cradle is in the bedroom. And the bedroom is in the house. The house stands in the middle of a courtyard. The yard faces the street. And the street is in the city, The city is in the kingdom. This is the key to the kingdom, Key to the kingdom. |
| Spring is coming | Spring is coming |
Birdies build your nest; Weave together straw and feather, Doing each your best. Spring is coming, spring is coming, Spring is coming, spring is coming, |
Spring has come, spring has come, The birds are making nests, They drag feathers and straws, They sing songs. Spring has come, spring has come, Spring has come, spring has come, |
Poems in English about love with translation
Poems about love are always melodic, they caress the ear and soul. And thanks to soft English, the poems sound very sublime! Memorize a couple of poems about love and surprise your beloved or lover.Better yet, write a poem yourself in English and dedicate it to your love.
| Thou Hast Left Me Ever, Jamie | You left me, Jamie |
| Thou hast left me ever; Thou has left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me Ever: Aften hast thou vow"d that Death Only should us sever; Now thou"st Left thy lass for aye- I maun see thee never, Jamie, I"ll see thee never. Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken; Thou canst love another jo, While my heart is Breaking; Soon my weary een I"ll close, Never to waken, Jamie, Never May you wake up! |
You left me, Jamie, You left me, Forever left, Jamie, Forever Left it. You joked with me, dear, You were cunning with me - You swore to remember until Graves, And then he left, Jamie, And then he left! We can't be with you, Jamie, We can't be with you. Never in the world, Jamie, We will never be with you. Let The time of Eternal Peace will soon come. I will close my eyes, I will close them forever, Jamie, I'll close it forever. |
| It Was Not Her Lovely Blue Eyes | Sineglazka |
| It was not her lovely blue eyes was my ruin: Fair though she be, that was Never my undoing. It was the dear smile when nobody did pay attention to us. It was the bewitching, sweet, stolen glance of kindness! Sore do I fear that To hope is denied me, Sore do I fear that despair must stay with me; But Though cruel Fortune should fate us to sever, Queen shall she be in my bosom For ever. Chloris, I am thine with a passion sincerest, And you have Plighted me love of the dearest, And you are the angel that never can alter Sooner the sun in his motion would falter! |
Oh, brothers, my death is near! On a rainy day, at an unkind hour I ran into On two blades - On this pair of blue eyes! Not the gold of her curls, Not the cherry of her lips, Not the satin shoulders are to blame for my death, Only this pair of blue eyes. Throw Say a word, look him in the face and twirl for show - It’s not the first time for her, but for me at least Howl Now without these blue eyes. Perhaps she will take pity, But no - it has come My hour of death, And only one is to blame for this, Still the same pair of blue eyes! |
| The Parting Kiss | Kiss |
| Humid seal of soft affections, Tenderest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie Of young connections, Love"s first snowdrop, virgin kiss! Speaking silence, Dumb confession, Passion's birth, and infant's play, Dove-like fondness, Chaste concession, Glowing dawn of future day! Sorrowing joy, Adieu's last Action, (Lingering lips must now disjoin), What words can ever speak Affection So thrilling and sincere as thine! |
Wet seal of confessions, Promise of secret negativity - Kiss, early snowdrop, Fresh, clean, like snow. Silent concession, Passion is a child's play, Friendship Dove with dove, The first time of happiness. Joy in sad parting And Question: when again?.. Where are the words to find a name for these feelings? |
Poems for schoolchildren in English with translation (not long)
English poems for schoolchildren are a little longer and a little more complex than poems for preschool children.| My little pup | My puppy |
| My little pup Can jump up high He can also Chase his tail He loves to fetch The ball I throwAnd he plays With me all day. |
My little puppy Can jump high And he can also Catching up with your tail. He loves to fetch the ball Which I throw. And he plays With me all day long. |
| little boys and little girls | Boys and girls |
| What are little boys made of, made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails And puppy-dogs’ tails, That's what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of, made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And all things nice, That's what little girls are made of. |
What are boys made of? From thorns, shells and green frogs - This is what boys are made of. What are girls made of? From sweets, and cakes, and all kinds of sweets - This is what girls are made of. |
| ABC | Alphabet |
| A was an apple pie. B bit it C cut it, D dealt it, E eat it, F fought for it, Got it, Had it, I inspect it, J jumped for it, K kept it, Longed for it, M mourned for it, N nodded at it, O opened it, Peeped in it Q quartered it, R ran for it, S stole it, T took it, U upset it, V viewed it, W wanted it, X, Y, Z and ampersand All wished for a piece in hand. |
A is a watermelon. B - fought for him, B - saw him, G - went out without him, D - fought for him, E - ate it, F - wanted him, Z - knew its taste, And - studied him, K - bit him, L - loved him M - smeared himself with it, N - cried because of him, Oh - love him P - tried it, R - cut it, S - suffered without him, T - demanded him, U - pointed at him, F - fan of him, X - wanted him, Ts - kissed him, Ch - freaked out because of him, Sh - walked behind him, Sh - touched him, E - examined him, Yu fussed because of him, I was being sarcastic because of him. |
The reasons for learning poetry in English are the same as for using songs: any authentic material allows you to hear what “real English” sounds like, not adapted for foreigners.
Why learn poems in English
Memory and pronunciation training are not all the benefits of English poetry as an element of learning. Working with poetry provides many opportunities to personalize classes: you can write an essay based on a poem you like, discuss poetry in English with friends or classmates, practice artistic style letters and get to know the culture of English-speaking countries better. Poems will help break up boring classes and add a touch of aesthetics to the learning process.
How to learn poems
- Choose a poem. The first thing you should focus on is your level of language proficiency. If you are just at the beginning of learning English, long classical poems will not be suitable for you, as they contain many outdated words and complex speech patterns. Therefore, choose short poems with short lines. However, it is important to maintain a balance here, because very simple nursery rhymes will not be interesting to learn and read. Stick to poems that you can get the gist of or that have a Russian translation.
- Write or print the chosen poem on a piece of paper and cut it line by line to make a kind of puzzle. Mix all the lines and try to make them into correct sequence. This will help you learn the poem and remember new vocabulary at the same time.
- Read English poems out loud to develop correct pronunciation and learn to speak without unnecessary pauses.
- Record on a voice recorder how you read the poem with expression. Listen to your own voice, try to find errors in pronunciation and correct them. Repeat this until you can read the poem perfectly.
- Write your own poem. Select simple topic and try to compose at least a couple of rhymed quatrains. Don’t chase deep meaning, your task is to learn how to choose a rhyme for English words. To make it more interesting, write a humorous epigram to your friend.
- Choose a poem with dialogue and perform it in a short performance with friends or family. Let everyone learn a small role and try to act it out like in the theater. Excerpts from Shakespeare's classic plays are suitable for this purpose.
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5 short poems for children
5 short poems for beginners
| A Farewell |
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| My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray; Yet, here we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast forever One grand, sweet song. Charles Kingsley |
| Parting |
| My wonderful child, I have no song to give you; There is no joke to dispel the dullness and boredom of the sky; But before we part, there's one lesson I can leave with you. On every day. Be kind, dear, and let the other one be smart; Do noble deeds, don't dream about them: And thus make life, death, and everything after, One big, beautiful song. Charles Kingsley |
5 short poems for intermediate level
5 difficult poems
| Damœtas |
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| In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense of shame and virtue wean’d, In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Vers’d in hypocrisy, while yet a child; Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool; Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school; Damœtas ran through all the maze of sin, And found the goal, when others just begin: Ev’n still conflicting passions shake his soul, And bid him drain the dregs of Pleasure’s bowl; But, pall’d with vice, he breaks his former chain, And what was once his bliss appears his bane. Lord Byron |
| Damet |
| Powerless, like a child, and a boy in years, Soul devoted to murderous passions, Not knowing shame, not believing in virtue, A demon of deceit and a sympathetic witness to lies, A skilled hypocrite from the earliest days, Changeable like a whirlwind in the wildness of the fields, Deceiver of modest maidens, unwary friends, From school years, an expert in false light conditions, - Damet experienced the path of vice to the end And before the rest he reached his crown. But passions, still tormenting the heart, imperiously They tell him to partake of the scum of the passionate cup; Permeated with lust, he breaks chain after chain And in the cup of the former bliss he drinks his destruction. Lord Byron |
| The heart of a song |
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| Dear love, let this my song fly to you: Perchance forget it came from me. It shall not vex you, shall not woo you; But in your breast lie quietly. Only beware, when once it tarries I cannot coax it from you, then. This little song my whole heart carries, And ne’er will bear it back again. For if its silent passion grieve you, My heart would then grow too heavy;- And it can never, never leave you, If the joy of yours must with it go! George Parsons Lathrop |
| Heart of the Song |
| My love! Let this song fly to you You will probably forget that she is my creation... I don’t ask for love and kind words in return, I only know: your heart will become a little warmer. My love will not remain in you forever, It will evaporate and turn into a gray haze on a rainy day... With this song I wanted to tell about the soul, I don’t expect your reciprocity at all, my dear... Tell me, please, to throw off a heavy stone from my soul, Tell me, I pray, I don’t offend you with submissive quiet passion? You are happy - and a fierce flame blazes in your heart! It will be with you both on a hot day and on a stormy day... George Parsons Lasrop |
| Nurse's Song |
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| When voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. ‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, ‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, ‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, William Blake |
| Evensong |
| Echoes of the game fly from the mountain, The darkening meadow is heard. After a hard day I have no worries. It’s quiet in the heart and quiet around. - Children, children, go home! The day goes out behind the mountain, - No, oh no, not now! The bright day has not faded. - Okay, let's wait, but with the last ray William Blake |