childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Why Should I Show My Body To You?
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
Praveen PkPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsEncounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsThe bumblebee
I watch a little bumblebee buzzing, crawling, circling our tree while mild warm breezes playfully mess with your hair touching me.
Ode to a Swing Set
I love your giant spider body primordial metal insect rising from winter's thawing turf textured paint peeling in haphazard segments:
Christy MunsonPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsLife-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
Atomic HistorianPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsProductive Songs
In plantations rich, where murmurs breeze, Natural products influence, dance in cadenced simplicity. Every apple, pear, a verse sung,
Kamran AlamPublished a day ago in PoetsCHILDREN
In the realm of innocence, they dwell, In the whispers of laughter, they tell, Who are children, you may ask, In every sunbeam, in every flask.
Ngozi OtoecherePublished a day ago in PoetsThe Raindrop Race (A Playful Poem About Rain)
Up in the clouds, a big grey crowd, Raindrops huddle, feeling quite loud. "Let's have a race!" one raindrop cried, "Down to the Earth, with a happy slide!"
ARJ GamingytPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Curious Caterpillar (A Poem About Transformation)
A tiny speck, upon a leaf so green, A hungry caterpillar, never to be seen. Inch by inch, it munches slow, Leaves disappearing, where will it go?
ARJ GamingytPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Busy Bee (A Rhyming Romp for Little Learners)
The little bee wakes with a sleepy hum, Sunshine streams, her day has come. Black and yellow stripes so bright, She stretches her wings and takes to flight.
ARJ GamingytPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Joy of Youth
School’s out, For the summer, The air feels cleaner, The sun warmer, The future brighter, And the heart happier. ** And summer camp is just a day away!
Colleen MillsteedPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Symphony of Rain: A Poem Capturing the Tranquility of a Rainy Day
The sky, a canvas wept upon, In shades of gray, a somber tone. The wind, a whisper, soft and low, As raindrops gently start to flow.
ARJ GamingytPublished 2 days ago in Poets