Human Body Poems for Cards and Scrapbooks

A Tribute to Hands

“A TRIBUTE TO HANDS”

Big hands, little hands, hands that fit just right.
Warm hands, graceful hands, hands that squeeze too tight.
Grasping hands, shaking hands; an extension of your smile.

Clapping hands, creative hands, hands folded to pray.
Daddy hands, baby hands, hands that tickle in play.
Sharing hands, loving hands; an expression of your heart.

Working hands, healing hands, hands that wear a glove.
Skilled hands, talking hands, two holding hands in love.
Giving hands, helping hands; an impression of your soul.

Mommy hands, grandma hands, a gentle caring touch.
Father’s hand, a guiding hand, teaching me so much.
God created all these hands; a manifestation of His love.

Author: Kay Mills Submitted by: kaymills13

About Ears

by Vivian Gouled

We use our ears for hearing things
like drums and cuckoo clocks,
and chickadees,
and thunderstorms,
and bells and clangs and knocks.

We use our ears for hearing things
like honking on the street,
but ears of CORN aren't ears that hear...
They're ears just meant to EAT!

Bedtime Giggles

Author Unknown

Why is it when it's time for bed
The queerest thoughts run through my head.
Each funny bone inside me wiggles,
And makes me get the bedtime giggles.
And mother says, "there's no excuse
For acting like a silly goose."
I guess my mother's right at that,
I wonder what I'm laughing at!

Details

details.
reluctantly tearing the mind away
in order to address the mundane details details details of the hour
tendrils curve and curl around
clinging tenaciously to nape of neck
relinquishing a hold to slideslinkdowndowndownspine
nestling in the curve of the lower back
reaching around to warm skin
bifurcating down backs of legs
ankles heels arches toes
creeping up in deliberate inches
finding comfort in the soft embracing
thought
of
you

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li Submitted by: marvelis

Everybody Ought To Have A Body

by Carol Lynn Pearson

Everybody ought to have a body.
A body is the only way to go.
Oh, everybody ought to have a body,
Having a body really helps you to grow.

It can yell, it can cry,
But it can't stay dry.
It can holler and crawl around the floor.
It can stumble and fall,
It can bump into a wall.
Having a body is really a chore.

It can dance, it can sing,
It can race around a ring.
It can jump and thump until it's sick.
It can quiver and quake,
It can tumble and break.
Keeping a body is really a trick.

It can frown, it can stare,
It can pull somebody's hair.
It can pound around and weep and sob.
It can hit, it can bite,
It can even fight.
Teaching a body is really a job.

Fatty

Author Unknown

My wife has been insisting
That I'm somewhat overweight
But she's to blame for fixing
All those vittles that I ate.

I'm really not a fatty
And some might even say
That I'm just a little skinny
In a chubby sort of way.

I'm really not too heavy
From eating all that stuff
Looking at my doctor's chart
I'm just not tall enough.

Freckles

freckles area thing so sweet,
as they fall onto a young girls cheek,

fine brown sugar sprinkled on the nose,
with pretty freckles a young girl glows,

playing in the sea having fun,
young girls receive kisses from the sun,

Author: Niamh Galea Submitted by: niamg

Handprints

Author Unknown

Sometimes you get discouraged
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I'm growing.
I'll be grown up someday.
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.
So here's a final handprint
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.

Handprints

Author Unknown

Priceless Little Parts:
These little hands will grow to be,
big and strong and helpful, you see.
These teeny-tiny little toes,
will carry this body that grows and grows.
This precious, sweet and radiant smile,
will help me go the extra mile.
.....And seep inside, a soul and heart,
Destined to be special from the start.

Handprints

by Parachute Express

These hands can reach up high
These hands can reach down low
These hands can wave goodbye
These hands can say hello
These hands, they can help me
Keep the sun out of my eyes
And any time I look at them
They fill me with surprise
These hands can help me climb
Up to the highest hill
These hands can help me find
My way when light is dim
These hands they can help me
Keep the sun out of my eyes
And any time I look at them
They fill me with surprise
These hands...

Hearts of sadness

Although it may seem impossible, small like
the size of your clenched fist, fragile like glass
and easy to shatter, easy to crack like old concrete, easy to
break like an egg, it hurts and sobs, it cries in the night and
under your pillow, it cries from loneliness, being left out,wanting
to be loved, feel loved, wanting to be wanted! Wanting to be found,
to be accepted It cries when love turns away from you, its child
hood memories flash in an instant, the deepest hurts and
wounded scars for life, the deepest words and
actions can not turn back time nor can
a heart beat in time. It strides
along for the future And
gives up stressing
a single word,
a single
beat.
Its heart of sadness,
I know all
the time

Submitted by Manasseh

Author: Manasseh Bailey Submitted by: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

Hi Diddle Diddle

Author Unknown

Hi Diddle Diddle
I'm watching my middle
And hoping to whittle it soon.
But eating's such fun,
It may not get done
Till my dish runs away
With my spoon.

If you want to stay young forever

Sing like you have got the most beautiful voice

Even if life have been so rude, make some noise



Take life lightly like it have never been tough

Say I will fight it like you have never said enough



I know life have been unfair but finally you are happy

So laugh once again,

With a new strength, laugh like you have never cried



I know you can do that,

By the same time you are afraid

So jump as high as you can

And jump like you have never fallen



I know you lost the hope

And you no more believe yourself

This is just a game

So dare to play like you have never lost



I know love hurts

Sometime it hurts like you have been stabbed

But this is how life is

So love again, love like you have never been hurt



As this world is just a temporary journey

So do the impossible

Live like there is no tomorrow

If you want to stay young forever!



Copyright © Zainab 2008

Author: Zainab Submitted by: zai_21

Laughing Song

by William Blake

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouth sing "Ha, Ha, He!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,
Come live and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, Ha, He!"

My Handprints

Author Unknown

My little hands play patty-cake
They peek-a-boo and wave. . .
They catch me when I learn to walk
And splash me when I bathe.
My little hands reach up to you
For hugs before I sleep. . .
And fold together when I pray
The Lord my soul to keep.
My little hands are tiny now
But yours will serve to guide me. . .
And when I´m grown I´ll still reach out
And know that you´re beside me.

My Shadow

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me.
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller
Like an India-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little
That there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to Nursie
As that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me
And was fast asleep in bed.

Spring Is Here

by Jill Davis

No one had to tell me that springtime came today:
Not the flowers, or buzzing bees or puppies full of play.

No one had to show me that spring came in the night:
Not wind, nor birds returning North on their annual flight.

I can tell it's springtime before the old folks do;
I wake up on spring's first day with allergies—Achoo!!!

The hippopotomus

How far from human beauty
Is the hairless hippopotamus.
With a square enormous head
And such a heavy bottomus.

Author: unknown Submitted by: tpotsherry

The Laugh Of A Child

by Isabel Athelwood

I love it - I love it- the laugh of a child,
Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild;
Ringing out on the air with its innocent gush,
Like the thrill of a bird in the twilight's soft hush;
Floating up on the breeze like the tones of a bell,
Or the music that dwells in the heart of the shell:
Oh, the laugh of a child, so wild and free,
Is the merriest sound in the world for me!

The Noise That Time Makes

by Merrill Moore

The noise that time makes in passing by
Is very slight but even you can hear it,
Having not necessarily to be near it,
Needing only the slightest will to try:

Hold the receiver of a telephone
To you ear when no one is talking on the line
And what may at first sound to you like a whine
Of wind over distant wires is Time's own
Garments brushing against a windy cloud.

That same noise again but not so well
May be heard by taking a small cockle-shell
From the sand and holding it against your head;
Then you can hear Time's footsteps as they pass
Over the earth brushing the eternal grass.

The Owl

Anonymous

There was an old owl
Who lived in an oak;
The more he heard,
The less he spoke.
The less he spoke,
The more he heard.
Why aren't we like
That wise old bird?

This Little Pig Went To Market (Nursery Rhyme)

This little pig went to the market.
This little pig stayed home.
This little pig had roast beef.
This little pig had none.
This little pig cried "Wee, wee, wee, wee!"
All the way home.

Author: Unknown Submitted by: Jill

Where Is Thumbkin? (Nursery Rhyme)

Where is Thumbkin?
Where is Thumbkin?
Here I am, here I am.
How are you today?
Very well, thank you.
Go away, go away.

Where is Pointer?
Where is Pointer?
Here I am, here I am.
How are you today?
Very well, thank you.
Go away, go away.

Where is Ring Man?
Where is Ring Man?
Here I am, here I am.
How are you today?
Very well, thank you.
Go away, go away.

Where is Small Man?
Where is Small Man?
Here I am, here I am.
How are you today?
Very well, thank you.
Go away, go away.

Author: Unknown Submitted by: Jill