childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
Hridya SharmaPublished 28 days ago in PoetsThe Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 28 days ago in PoetsBeauty of Innocence
In the cradle of eternity, we find A realm where babies and angels entwine Their laughter like gentle melodies divine Soothing hearts with love so fine
Raj’s VocalPublished 28 days ago in PoetsLife’s Playground
left brain right brain teeter totter swing up swing down right hook left shook with sand in box and toys
Rowan FinleyPublished 29 days ago in PoetsYour One Thing
There is one thing you are able That no other can do A vision expressed A feeling imbued - There is a height you can grasp
Aaron Waddell - The Everyday MysticPublished 29 days ago in PoetsLife's Duet in the Dim Alley
In the alley where shadows dance, A frail child stands, in a worn-out trance. His clothes tattered, dreams scattered,
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 29 days ago in PoetsLove Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
Atomic HistorianPublished 30 days ago in PoetsThe atrocious contradiction of existence
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
Hridya SharmaPublished 30 days ago in PoetsCelestial Melodies
Where dreams take flight in the vast expanse, Celestial melodies fill the night with a dance. Sung in tune by planets, harmonies in the air,
Roots of Love
Titlet Subtitle In the garden of life, where seeds of love are sown, Roots run deep, in bonds, they've grown. Family, the soil where hearts entwine,
Pipsqueaks and Such
Pipsqueaky freaky, sneaky uneasy Persnickety uppity lickety-split Stealing stealthy unhealthy beneath me Until I'm convinced and forced to acquit
Gerard DiLeoPublished about a month ago in Poets