childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
In the Halls of Yesterday
In the halls of yesterday, we roamed, Where lockers whispered secrets and laughter echoed. Chalk dust danced in sunbeams, and desks held our dreams,
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished about a month ago in PoetsInnocence Blooms: A Symphony of Kids and Flowers
In fields of green, where the daisies sway, Children's laughter brightens the day. Their imaginations, boundless and free,
Ode to a Snow Cone
The music, you can hear it a mile away, you come in a truck, on a hot summer day. Shaking the change in my pockets, I run to you right away,
Jen MoutinhoPublished about a month ago in PoetsWheels on bus
(upbeat music) - Yeah? (baby laughs) (kids laughing) ♪ The wheels on the bus go round and round ♪ ♪ Round and round ♪ ♪ Round and round
A Childhood Tasty Treat
In Grandpa’s kitchen, secrets gleam, Where tales of taste and salmon stream. On crackers, a favored perch, As salmon and crackers, sweetly merge.
Anthony ChanPublished about a month ago in Poets3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poetso' humble ramen noodle dude
Ramen noodles, my go-to dish A childhood staple, I cannot resist A block of noodles, in a packet so small Who knew something so plain, could satisfy us all
Jakayla ToneyPublished about a month ago in PoetsSnack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsMater’s Lullaby
My voice joins the melody, Following the rhythm of your gentle touch. On that hill, in your warm embrace, Unforgettable memories are carved.
Jn. AetherPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Silent Cry
In the quiet of the night, where shadows sneak, A child sleeps deeply, so to speak. Yet in the silence, a hush cry,
My Princess's Painting
In her little hands, brushes sway, Paintings emerge, a wondrous display! Each stroke tells tales, big and small, Teaching lessons, inspiring all.
A CLEAR SOUP FOR THE SOUL 🥣
𓇌𓆸𓆙ꡙꡙꡌ Rasam ꡙꡙꡌ 𓆙 𓇌𓆸 A CLEAR SOUP 🥣 FOR THE SOUL As speeches spoken Where sun has awoken Earmarked to be this feasting fest
Madhu GotetiPublished about a month ago in Poets