childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Surprise
I took a walk on a moonlit trail, and I was shocked to come across a little girl. She was cold and bleak and did not initially speak but she looked as though she was waiting. She was young and frail, and I could not leave her alone on this ghostly moonlit trail. So I looked into her deep dark eyes and asked “what are you waiting for" she whispered “surprise”. So even though I thought her eerie, I sat beside her for the night alone I had grown too weary.
Morgan RichardsonPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
Don't Ever Taunt A Dragon, Child
Don't ever taunt a dragon, child, for he will take it ill. If you hear scales a-slithering be sure to hold quite still!
Juliette McCoy RiittersPublished 4 days ago in PoetsCRAYONS
Yellow for the Ray Of Sunshine, Green for the lovely Grass, Black for Beauty, The color of Hair. White for Snow, Boxes Of Crayon,
Sean NoblePublished 8 days ago in Poets
Beast Of Childhood
Beast of childhood loves to toy, Stealing our joyful pride, Is the beast of every girl and boy, Bribing our future life.
Jessie Phoenix SkyPublished 8 days ago in Poets
My Life in a Nutshell Through Poetry
Today is Friday Thank goodness for that That means I'm off tomorrow And I get to see my niece Alex The cutest 3 year old
Sadie ColucciPublished 9 days ago in Poets
Who Cracked The Egg?
I woke up early with my brother at my side. Searching for eggs, where did they hide? All different colours, my favourite was blue.
Cathy DeslippePublished 15 days ago in Poets
My Two Little Dinosaurs
There are two little dinosaurs that live in my home. The kitchen and front room are where they roam. When they wake up, it's an awful fright,
Angela L HowardPublished 18 days ago in Poets
Saudi Arabia - A Christmas Poem
All across the sand dunes, The reindeer they did play. They looked a lot like camels. But who am I to say. They carried Santa’s presents
Alex WilliamsPublished 20 days ago in PoetsMy Son Ate a Booger
My son ate a booger, said tasted like sugar, as I begin to gag on the couch. I must give him credit, he doesn’t know etiquette.
Corrin HarrisPublished 23 days ago in Poets
The Storybook Witch
Dark silhouette against silver moon astride a broomstick in the gloom; soaring over treetops black long shawl flying, pointed hat -
Rose DempseyPublished 23 days ago in Poets
Bananas
I like bananas, You like bananas, We like bananas me & you. He likes bananas, She likes bananas, Banana cream pie for 2.
Merin AbrahamPublished 25 days ago in PoetsOmnivorous Spring
Songbirds chirped, time to rise, Papa rolled from bed. His tummy rumbled, his wife's asleep, "Wake-up sleepy head." Her eyes popped open, she groaned aloud,
