Bună, spuneți-mi niste poezii in engleza de 4-6stofe ..trebuie sainvat una pentru luni)))nu importa tema...dau funda))))

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1.http://www.copilul.ro/poezii/poezii-in-limba-engleza-cpz94/
2.http://www.poezii.md/poezii/poezii-in-engleza/
3.http://www.marplo.net/engleza/poezii_pt_copii

POEZII scrise:

1. Once I caught a fish alive

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
- Why did you let it go?
- Because it bit my finger, so.
- Which finger did it bite?
- This finger, the little one.

2. This bitter fear will take you away
Your lips can sing no more
The sweetest lullaby
For the rose you hold in your heart
So tears will increase your despair

Let me read your thoughts and questions
I want to feel their venom on my lips
Let me take away this thirst
You can never mind if this taste will make
Some more scars on my gentle skin.

The sweet veil of melodies is covering my face
Today it will hide me from all of my sorrows
The lights of the day are drowned in reflections
Of a dying pain’s last breath…
Of a dear heart which misses your embrace

3. An English Summer

Teenagers drinking in the parc
Tennis from Wimbledon on T.V.
acrid smells coming from barbecues
being bitten by midges, gnats, and flea.
Music you have never ever liked
blasting out all over your neighbourhood
gangs of kids who should be in bed
hanging about late and up to no good.
The pollen count shoots on up
making you cough and have an itchy eye
it can rain on and off for weeks
when we've been told it'll be hot and dry.
You get all hot and sweaty and can't sleep
when we do finally get that hot spell
but you can't leave your windows open
as you might let in the burglar from hell.
So I don't really enjoy an English summer
in fact I reckon they are so overrated
but if you can't beat them join them
so I'm off to a barbie to get slightly inebriated!

4. I've a Pain in my Head

'I've a pain in my head'
Said the suffering Beckford;
To her Doctor so dread.
'Oh! what shall I take for't?'

Said this Doctor so dread
Whose name it was Newnham.
'For this pain in your head
Ah! What can you do Ma'am?'

Said Miss Beckford, 'Suppose
If you think there's no risk,
I take a good Dose
Of calomel brisk.'--

'What a praise worthy Notion.'
Replied Mr. Newnham.
'You shall have such a potion
And so will I too Ma'am.'

5. The Library

by Barbara A. Huff

It looks like any building
When you pass it on the street,
Made of stone and glass and marble,
Made of iron and concrete.
But once inside you can ride
A camel or a train,
Visit Rome, Siam or Nome,
Feel a hurricane.
Meet a king, learn to sing,
How to bake a pie,
Go to sea, plant a tree,
Find how airplanes fly.
Train a horse, and of course,
Have all the dogs you like,
See the moon, a sandy dune,
Or catch a whopping pike.
Everything that books can bring
You'll find inside those walls.
A world is there for you to share
When adventure calls.
You cannot tell its magic
By the way the building looks,
But there's wonderment within it,
The wonderment of books.

6. My classroom is bright,
The walls ar white,
The desks in a row,
All by the window.

.My father is a doctor
My mother is a nurse
I want to be a farmer
And ride a lively horse.

7. Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker man.
Bake me a cake as fast just as you can.
Roll it and pat it and mark it with B,
And put it in the oven for baby and me!

8. Body rhymes
This is the way we clap our hands,
Clap our hands, clap our hands,
This is the way we clap our hands
On a Monday morning.

This is the way we pat our knees,
Pat our knees, pat our knees,
This is the way we pat our knees,
On a Monday morning.

This is the way we rub our tummies,
Rub our tummies, rub our tummies,
This is the way we rub our tummies,
On a monday morning.
(si puteti continua cu alte parti ale corpului)

9.
Bubble, blubber, squirm and gloop,
Boiling broth of bat's tail soup.
Wobble, slobber, liquid goo,
Add the sole of one old shoe.
Spooky shadows dance around,
Of frogs and rats and snarling hounds.
Steam swirls rising to the roof,
Add one small ear and one old tooth.
Gnarly, scratchy, tickle and itch,
Stir round and round to make it rich.
Mushy, sticky, sizzle and stew,
They're making mischief just for you!

10.
"Boo! Boo Hoo!",
cried the ghost with the most.
No one comes to visit me,
though I'm the perfect host.
I decorate with cobwebs,
sweep the spiders under the rug,
Yet no one ever offers me
a cand word or a hug.

I don't know what the reason is.
I don't know what could cause it,
'Cause I always, yes I always
keep my skeletons in the closet.

Sure, I may look scary
but if someone really knew me,
they wouldn't be afraid
'cause they could see
right through me.

Funda, te rog mult? :D