20 TWO-STANZA POEMS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE - LITERATURE

I leave you a list of poems of two stanzas on topics as varied as school, toys, dreams, smiles, among others. The common thing is that the stanzas of these poetic texts are separated from each other by a full stop. These types of literary manifestations are normally used to teach ideas and thoughts in a brief way.

The verses that make up the stanzas of these poems may or may not be subject to a certain meter or to a particular type of rhyme. Although it is common to see them made with triplets, quatrains, serventesios or limericks and from time to time in tenths. Everything mentioned above is subject to the taste and expressiveness of the author.

A poem of two stanzas. The school bus (Juan Ortiz)

It is also usual the presence of mixed poems that contain quatrains mixed with triplets, tenths with limericks, and so on. In the same way, it is common to read this type of literary manifestation with verses of varied meter and without fixed rhyme. If they are handled with eight-syllable verses and consonant rhymes, they are great for teaching children.

List of two-stanza poems

- The school bus (Juan Ortiz)

The school bus

every day goes for me, very early, yes yes, then roll, roll and roll.

The driver is very happy, is careful and polite, look ahead, side and side, that's how he takes care of us, always attentive.

- The toys (Juan Ortiz)

Toys are friends

that life gives us, they listen to us, they are witnesses, of many fun things.

They are there without protest

you never listen to them "no", they are faithful, to give everything, and very given to love.

- Dreams (Juan Ortiz)

They come night or day

just when you close your eyes, they come to give joy, sometimes laughter or anger.

Some reveal secrets

others give us teachings,

others bring hope, how mysterious dreams.

- The smiles (Juan Ortiz)

They come when they tell jokes

also with a good memory, even if you disagree, Even when we are sad

They are, although you resist, and they are contagious, hilarious, very funny, smiles are like that, and when they touch you

is that you understand many things.

Be it day or night,

at home or at work, you are happy or crestfallen, walking or in a car, she arrives and her waste

of the light that is in being.

The smile lets see

the best of each human, makes the strange brother, and the gray fade.

- The balls (Juan Ortiz)

How many games have been created

that work with balls?

there are many, in heaps, basketball, I have played.

I've also tried football, volleyball is good for me, kickingball I played too, and is that everyone has something

that by playing them I am worth more, since I give one hundred percent.

- Childhood (Juan Ortiz)

It is the most beautiful stage

of the life of beings, mark deep what you are, childhood, yes that is something else.

I would like to return

to walk his ways,

through its pilgrim forests, laughing everywhere.

Childhood, virtue of being, I miss your joys

in you I lived beautiful days

together with my mother and brothers, we were all close, how healthy you grew.

- To shower (Juan Ortiz)

Showering is necessary

to maintain hygiene, who takes a shower stays

clean and neat daily.

Showering helps us

to take care of our health,

is cleanliness and neatness

to everyone who comes to him.

- To clean (Juan Ortiz)

To clean each place, the house, the room, the front, not to be indifferent, cleaning is good to act.

If we clean every corner

carefully

(and let everything shine)

our stay will be fine.

- The traffic light (Juan Ortiz)

He takes care of putting

the laws on the road, if it's green, car and tram

they pass with all power.

But if the red I can see, being me a pedestrian, with permission and with reason, free passage in the grated, looking to each side, very attentive to the occasion.

The traffic light is a guide

that allows to orient, every man in his place, every car on its way.

- The words (Juan Ortiz)

They are the key pieces

that allow to express

if you cry or you have to love, are the necessary keys.

In the air they go, like birds, from mouth to ear

the words, rich nests, and its messages from the soul

who can reconcile calm

or bring annoying noises.

If you use them as you should

many doors will open, the words will be

blessing wherever you go.

Never stay quiet

in them there is great power, yes, put your being

and study them thoroughly

because who knows them deep, even magic will be able to do.

- Rest (Juan Ortiz)

That not everything is work, play or ride a bike, who wants to achieve their goal

then you must rest.

Rest helps us

to replenish energy

to perform day by day

as it should, no doubt.

- The plane (Juan Ortiz)

For its incredible wings

we can walk the sky, and it is thanks to your flight

that there is no impossible distance.

The plane has helped us

to save time, new places we know, everything is already connected.

- A walk (Juan Ortiz)

Let's walk every day

one block, two or three, let's walk a lot, then, it gives us calm and joy.

Walking water, spray

mind and heart

of pleasant imagination, brings out ideas

do it, so you can see

as your intuition increases.

Walking keeps fit

it is very healthy and without impact, walking is a good act

that thought transforms.

If you make this a norm:

walk an hour at least

your creation will have no brakes, you will perform in every job, how cool this artifice, walking makes us good.

- Write (Juan Ortiz)

Writing is a good deed

allows us to create worlds, make resounding poems, or trials with intention.

By doing so you give reason, body and voice to thought, the feeling is expressed

deepest we have;

so never stop

to write, gives growth.

- The book (Juan Ortiz)

It is the open door to worlds, to feelings everywhere, real expression of being, the book is deep well.

Who reads daily, always learns, grows a little, reinvents itself, does more than who does not try, and he understands everything.

When reading, then, it is understood

that we are part of a whole, and that walking side by side

one arrives, surely, further, complexes are removed, and all bad has accommodation.

- Rhyme L

What the savage who with a clumsy hand

makes a god out of a log at his whim,

and then kneels before his work,

that's what you and I did.

We gave real forms to a ghost,

of a ridiculous invention of the mind,

and already made the idol, we sacrificed

our love on its altar.

Author: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

- The Bird

In the transparent silence

the day rested:

the transparency of space

it was the transparency of silence.

The still light of the sky was calming

the growth of herbs.

The bugs of the earth, among the stones, in the identical light, they were stones.

The time in the minute was satiated.

In the absorbed stillness

it was consummated at noon.

And a bird sang, thin arrow.

Wounded silver chest vibrated the sky, the leaves moved, the herbs woke up…

And I felt that death was an arrow

it is not known who shoots

and in the blink of an eye we die.

Author: Octavio Paz

- Deity

As the spark sleeps on the pebble

and the statue in the mud, divinity sleeps in you.

Just in constant strong pain

to the shock, springs from the inert stone

the lightning of the deity.

Do not complain, therefore, of fate, Well, what is divine inside you

it only arises thanks to him.

Supports, if possible, smiling, the life that the artist is sculpting, the hard crash of the chisel.

What do bad hours matter to you, if every hour in your nascent wings

put one more beautiful pen?

You will see the condor in full height, you will see the sculpture finished, you'll see, soul, you'll see…

Author: Amado Nervo

- If I was born a peasant…

If I was born a peasant, if I was born a sailor, Why do you have me here, if I'm here I don't want it?

Best day, city

whom I have never loved, the best day -silence! -

I will have disappeared.

Author: Rafael Alberti

- The fear

In the echo of my deaths

there is still fear.

Do you know about fear?

I know of fear when I say my name.

It's fear

fear with black hat

hiding rats in my blood, or fear with dead lips

drinking my wishes.

Yes. In the echo of my deaths

there is still fear.

Author: Alejandra Pizarnik

- Adolescence

You would come and go sweetly

from another way

to another way. To see you, and not seeing you again.

Go over a bridge to another bridge.

-The short foot, the joyful defeated light.

Boy would it be me watching

downstream the stream, and in the mirror your passage

flow, fade.

Author: Vicente Aleixandre

- Under your Clear Shadow

One body, one body only, one body

a body like spilled day

and devoured night;

the light of some hair

that never appease

the shadow of my touch;

a throat, a belly that dawns

like the sea that lights up

when it touches the forehead of the dawn;

some ankles, summer jumpers;

night thighs that sink

in the green music of the evening;

a chest that rises

and sweeps away the foams;

a neck, just a neck, just a few hands, some slow words that descend

like sand fallen into another sand….

This that escapes me

water and dark delight,

sea being born or dying;

these lips and teeth, these hungry eyes, they strip me of myself

and his furious grace lifts me

up to the still skies

where the moment vibrates;

the top of the kisses, the fullness of the world and its forms.

Author: Octavio Paz

- Unveiled

As I am a queen and I was a beggar, now

I live in pure tremor that you leave me, and I ask you, pale, every hour:

Are you still with me? Oh, don't go away! "

I would like to do the marches smiling

and trusting now that you have come;

but even in sleep I'm fearing

and I ask between dreams: "Have you not gone?"

Author: Gabriela Mistral

- I never chased glory

I never chased the glory

nor leave in memory

of men my song;

I love the subtle worlds

weightless and gentle

like soap foam.

I like to see them paint

of sun and scarlet, fly

under the blue sky, shake

suddenly and break.

Author: Antonio Machado

- Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

All i see i swallow it immediately

As it is, not tarnished by love or dislike.

I am not cruel, just truthful:

Eye of a small god, quadrangular.

Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.

It is pink, with polka dots. I've looked at her for so long

Which I think is part of my heart. But it fluctuates.

Faces and darkness keep us apart again and again.

Now I am a lake. A woman leans over me

Searching in my extension what she really is.

Then he turns to those liars, the spark plugs or the moon.

I see his back and reflect it faithfully.

He rewards me with tears and waving his hands.

I am important to her. That comes and goes.

Every morning his face replaces the darkness.

In me she drowned a little girl and in me an old woman

It rises towards her day after day, like a ferocious fish.

Author: Sylvia Plath

References

Poem and its elements: stanza, verse, rhyme. Recovered from portaleducativo.net
Poem. Recovered from es.wikipedia.org
Poems by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer and Alejandra Pizarnik. Recovered from poemas-del-alma.com
Poems by Octavio Paz, Amado Nervo, Octavio Paz and Antonio Machado. Recovered from los-poetas.com
Poems by Rafael Alberti and Vicente Aleixandre. Recovered from poesi.as
Poems by Gabriela Mistral. Recovered from amediavoz.com
Poems by Sylvia Plath. Recovered from poeticas.com.ar.

20 TWO-STANZA POEMS FOR YOUNG PEOPLE - LITERATURE - 2024