childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The rat race
How far are you down the road Are you faster, stronger.. better looking than a toad? Have you gotten to the end What is there? I must know, friend
Children
Children, oh children, a precious gift, A ray of hope, a light that lifts, With curious eyes and innocent hearts, They bring joy to our lives in every part.
Mutahir AhsanPublished about a year ago in PoetsFamily
Family, oh family, a bond so true, A gift that we cherish our whole lives through, With love and laughter, tears and strife,
Mutahir AhsanPublished about a year ago in PoetsBella: The Beauty that Lies Within
Bella, a name that once belonged to a timid girl A girl who hid behind her hair and wore her doubts like a cloak But something stirred within her, a feeling that refused to be ignored
junaid mughalPublished about a year ago in PoetsBlood Red Eyes
Once a year, on the night of the full moon, the people of the small village would lock themselves indoors and wait for morning. They knew what was coming, and they feared it.
wispo uganjaPublished about a year ago in PoetsRed Balloon
I take my favorite red balloon Everywhere I go When my class does a show and tell It's always what I show · Sometimes I feel it give a tug
Ryan GiesePublished about a year ago in PoetsMighty and Micky Mouse Friends
Mighty Mouse manipulates Monk's money. Marshall might make Mighty Mouse model minister. Middle man made more money. Monkey made milkman miss monastery. Mike's morality mimic's Mickey Mouse's. Milkshake making manual missing module. Mom's mare made mucky manure. Monday morning many minks manifested. Midnight moon marks March month.
John M Edwards JrPublished about a year ago in PoetsMORNING GLORY
MORNING GLORY Gently, the golden glow grows Giving grace, guiding glows Gravitating, gathering, glowing
RAJA FAISAL SHAHZADPublished about a year ago in PoetsThe Dark
Darkness creeps across the land, A shadow cast by evil's hand. Its cold grip chills to the bone, As we feel its presence, all alone.
SILLY SALLY
SILLY SALLY Silly Sally sat by the sea, Savoring the salty breeze. Singing songs, she felt so free,
RAJA FAISAL SHAHZADPublished about a year ago in PoetsTwilight Teens
Twilight turning topsy-twirl Telling thousand twisty tales To teach the tender teens That truth tacks together The traces that trailed tough tropics
Curlin KavyaPublished about a year ago in PoetsMoon
Moon Moon in the sky, so full and bright, Moon that illuminates the night, Moon that captures our hearts and souls, Moon that inspires poets to unfold.
RAJA FAISAL SHAHZADPublished about a year ago in Poets