childrens poetry

Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.

Icy River
An icy river winds through the winter’s embrace, Crystal reflections dance, a delicate grace. Beneath the still surface, life pulses and flows,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Pick up a Pencil
Pick up a pencil, let the journey begin, With every soft stroke, let your thoughts flow in. A blank page awaits, a canvas of dreams,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Deviled Eggs
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Fairy Floss
Spinning sugar makes no sound Billowing blue atop a white cone The scent of fruit and summertime Puffs of sticky sweetness on my fingers
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Save me from me
"but, why me?"--she tends to ask herself. A rhetoric it was, yet she hoped for an answer. A *femme fatale*, she's largely perceived to be.--why so?, she can't tell. Shrouded in obscurity, is the answer she finds of her many questions, thus leaving her even more confused. In solitude, she tends to find peace. The presence of people, she so detests. This way, she never was.--the patches of her broken spirit has made her so. Deep scars from those she trusted. Her self esteem, she has lost. Her identity, she isn't sure of anymore. Many answers, she seek. Who is it that will show her? The pathway to joy, she needs to find. An acceptance, her heart yearns. Though she looks hardened, a very fragile spirit has she got. For to kill loneliness she often attach herself to people. This they termed clinginess. What she really needs --just love. Greatly wise is she. But for her low status, she's not regarded. Though she exhumes strength by her words, the air she breathes in is ever full of fear. Though many be encouraged by her persona, she dies and resurrect daily by depression. A call for rescue it is. Search her out and lend her some help -- that which she needs but doesn't know how best to communicate. #beintentional
By Uchenna Igboanugo 2 years ago in Poets
The Art of Vanishing
In shadows deep, I slip away, A quiet drift from light of day. No sound, no trace, no final glance, I vanish softly in life's dance.Through misty veils and silent streams, I fade into forgotten dreams. A whisper lost, a fleeting trace, Erased like footsteps in soft lace.The art of vanishing, so fine, To walk the edge of space and time. Not gone, but neither truly here, A wisp of thought, a fleeting tear.No weight, no burden, no despair, I disappear into the air. The art is in the letting go, To simply vanish, soft and slow.No farewells needed, no goodbyes, Just starlight fading from your eyes. In stillness, I become the breeze, And in my vanishing, find peace.
By Adarsh Kumar Singh2 years ago in Poets
*Bold Name*
In a crowded room, your presence glows, A bold name whispered where confidence flows. With every glance, you spark the night,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
*Love for Another*
In the quiet space where hearts align, A tender pulse, your hand in mine. With every glance, a world unfolds, A story whispered, a warmth that holds.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
*First on the List*
First on the list, a name in bold, A promise made, a dream retold. In quiet moments, it whispers near, The hopes that linger, the paths we steer.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
*The Ghost*
In quiet halls where shadows creep, A ghost stirs softly from its sleep. Its whisper rides the evening air, A trace of something once lived there.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
*My City*
In the heart of hills where rivers wind, A city hums, both calm and kind. The air is thick with humid grace, As mountains watch with ancient face.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
*Disappointed Myself*
I let myself down in the quiet hour, When doubt took root and drained my power. I turned away from dreams I chased, And lost the courage I embraced.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets