childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
o' 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months ago in PoetsTears in the Cradle: A Poetic Journey through Postpartum Pain
"In the quietness of the nursery's gentle light, Where tender moonlight touches the infant's forehead bright,
Embracing Childhood's Comfort
In the soft glow of the nursery, an unfolding tale, Where little fingers discover their grip without fail. A brave source of comfort lies in a thumb,
Blessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Jiggly Goos
One morning I wake up To that white light caused by The sun shining on the snow. I sit up and hug my blanket, Feeling warmth.
Royal Dansk Danish Butter Cookies
An ocean blue ushering in a pride so royally The charming tin already pleases my eyes immensely Unveil the lid to find cookies arranged very neatly
Stella Yan PhDPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 months ago in Poets