“Why do boys need pockets”: poems about boys

Stumbling and falling as he ran along the path. a small cut, but he remained silent. Though I don’t feel like crying, I could. We are men, my dad said to me. And I concur with him! Nevertheless, I’ll exercise more caution going forward. Take care where you step!

Why daddy got tired?

I built a snowman with my grandfather on Sunday. Grandpa was a little tired, so he dozed off before dinner.

I made the decision to help make a pie and visit my grandmother. Grandma says she’s tired and is sleeping on a chair.

I visited my mother in the kitchen, where I washed the dishes while perched on a chair. They tore out the cups on their own. And from where did the energy originate?

Like a mouse, I sat quietly in the office with dad. – Kids require a lot of energy. Go, sweetie, I’m tired.

Why is dad worn out? I didn’t skip or leap. For an hour, I sat in a chair and asked nothing but questions.

Different boys

This boy enjoys taking baths. This boy enjoys napping. This one enjoys painting porches. To search for caterpillars is this one.

This one enjoys eating porridge. This one, to assist mother, This one, which is to hear music, To play with the cat, this one.

This one applies paint, This one battles with nettles and runs in the morning. With a happy shout of "hurray!"

This one excavates the garden by hand and smashes the ball against the wall. And yet another confidently strolls alongside their father while hiking.

These boys are not the same! They are the only ones with bumps, cuts, and bruises as well as happy, ringing laughter!

Bogatyrs

There were lumps on the forehead and lanterns under each eye. We are heroes if we identify as boys.

Rough edges. Breaks off. The only thing we fear is iodine! (Here, the commander is crying freely without feeling ashamed.)

Let the leg be wrapped in bandages and the head be green. However, the ability to vanquish the adversary still exists.

Relentless, we’re going to fight again in the morning while on patrol! The wounds from those fights are still visible.

For the baby for the future

Mom emerged to answer the phone. You felt a bit afraid. From the crib to the window, this world is enormous! Like in an advertisement, time flies! Here, walking erratically Without your mother, are you able to walk? From the crib to the window. You’ll outgrow children’s music and see the world without a stroller. You’ll see how little it is when you look from Kamchatka to Alaska.

These strange boys

The same boys Unusual individuals after all Ivanov grabs a worm by its tail as he jumps off a tower. He purchases tickets for all events. He is not afraid when he is at the dentist’s office. It is very dark in the basement, so perhaps he should go check it out. Why does he hesitate so much to ask me to the movies?

Man

Even if I unintentionally trip and fall, I won’t cry—instead, I’ll laugh and get back up. For a man, a bump is in no way cause for crying!

Bruise

I am wearing bare feet as I stroll down the path, and I have a bruise on my own! However, my bruise is quite appropriate and not at all trifling: I battled for my neighbor, Svetka, the little girl. Petrov slapped her on the back of the head and said, "She looks healthy!" However, I wasn’t afraid because I got into a brawl with Petrov! Ignore Svetka, especially if you’re the neighbor! What about the bruise? I don’t feel bad about it; in fact, I wear it like a medal!

Why do boys need pockets

Why do boys need pockets —
How can you not know?!
Boys are always in them
They must hold something:
A bug in a matchbox,
To listen to it rustling;
A slingshot, but not for birds,
And so that the bandit would be afraid;
A coin, gum, toffee
And a water pistol,
And also someone"s note,
In which there is a terrible secret;
The mark of an unknown country,
A leaflet of the first poems
And a strange bright stone —
A gift from the starry worlds.
Why do boys need pockets —
Well, how can you not know?!
Boys are always in them
Must hold half the world!

A boy in a striped shirt

A boy donning a striped top Positioned at the entrance. most likely holding out for a friend. Even if he doesn’t know me, there’s a good chance that I am the friend. I moved here and now reside three steps away. Me? Who am I? An ally or an adversary? glances upward. Grin? Fear? Friend!

Hello, baby

If summer was your birth month, you were surrounded by light and warmth. By a brilliant day’s sun Or a rainbow’s rain Summer is followed by autumn. Colors: red, yellow, orange These hues will be visible to you. From a carriage Winter makes fur coats out of snow, and she tells these jokes: She’s going to use chalk to paint the windows, making the earth appear white. You’ll also hear trills in the spring, which means that the birds have arrived. After a year, you’ve grown up and reached your maximum height while standing upright! The year also has a unique order since it begins in the winter.

Boys need pockets to playfully express their growing independence and curiosity, in addition to using them for carrying objects. Poems about boys often use pockets as a metaphor for a place where creativity and adventure flourish, representing their need to discover and make sense of the world. These poems encapsulate childhood, showing how something as basic as a pocket can open doors to countless opportunities and personal growth.

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