childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Friends?
A melancholic frolic That’s what we’re here for They act like you’re important They act like they like you So long as you fit their image of you
Atomic HistorianPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
As Soft As
Your skin is so soft, there is nothing to compare it to. That’s why they say “soft as a baby’s bottom”— Comparing you to yourself is all I can do.
Alana LeonardPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsEchoes of School Days
In the halls where laughter and learning combined, Memories of school, forever enshrined. Lessons taught in classrooms, wisdom's embrace,
Spark to ShinePublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsChildhood
that change in my day! that changed my way! It's when innocent waves of laughter were born Giggles echoed in the afternoons
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
Untitled
Untitled (for a child) I. Early morning outside. The air is still and quiet, the birds just waking. Their lilting voices gathering to greet the new day.
Jill Harper-JuddPublished a day ago in PoetsSmooth play, Ox
My brother often directed These words To me: “Smooth play, ox.” Did he mean ox long pips Which may be smooth but My backhand was not.
Barbara SteinhauserPublished a day ago in PoetsDownslide
Summer sun, chase me down the slippery slope. Bright blue slide. Mulch, catch me.
Jenna SediPublished a day ago in Poets
"Embers of Desire"
In the forge of passion, where flames aspire, A wing of fire, fueled by deep desire. In the crucible of longing, it takes flight,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLullaby
Babe, in your cradle lay, Gently swing you back and forth, May all your life be smooth, Kept on course, kept on course.
Natalie WilkinsonPublished 2 days ago in Poets
Look What I Got!
Look what I got in This busy London Sunday It’s adorable 🌱 A little Oddish From a retro game market It was made by hand
Chloe GilholyPublished 3 days ago in Poets
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem
NaNoWriMo the Frenemy Poem You must push yourself, rush yourself, cram in that writing time. Steal a minute, an hour,
