childrens poetry

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

  • Sarah Parish
    Published 4 months ago
    The Cowgirl

    The Cowgirl

    That cowgirl was out in the field,
  • Monique Star
    Published 5 months ago
    Brief Absence to a Baby

    Brief Absence to a Baby

    Walking Pillow is on the couch.
  • Brandi Espy
    Published 5 months ago
    Teara Trubble
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 5 months ago
    Something Great

    Something Great

    One, two, three...
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 5 months ago
    "I Is A Crazy Chicken"

    "I Is A Crazy Chicken"

    I looked down at my darling little girl one day,
  • Susan Fehilly
    Published 5 months ago
    Sammy the Fish

    Sammy the Fish

    There was a fish, his name was Sam. His family came from the Hoover Dam. Once he was a little bitty guppy, just like a dog starts out as a puppy. When Sammy swims, Sammy sways with a swish. Cuz that's how you swim when you're a fish.
  • Rowan Finley
    Published 6 months ago
    There Once Was a Lion Named Andy-Dandy

    There Once Was a Lion Named Andy-Dandy

    There once was a lion named Andy-Dandy
  • Monique Star
    Published 6 months ago
    The Eyes of a Fanguin

    The Eyes of a Fanguin

    Fanguin. A strange word for some.
  • Megan Merrill
    Published 6 months ago
    My Earliest Memory

    My Earliest Memory

    My mother and I were in the formal living of our house at the time. A house I don't even remember now. All the walls were painted white, but looked gray because the blinds were shut, the room was shadowed, and the lights were out. Dusty streams of light came streaming through white slits in the window. I was standing in front of a play kitchen. My mom was sitting on the couch in front of me. Her hair was longer, about shoulder length, and yellow. I was eating blueberry muffins. Or rather, I was chewing them up. Taking soggy handfuls of purpley-blue mush out of my mouth and cramming them into the fake plastic sink. I'm not sure why my mother didn't stop me, but she didn't. I think she was distracted. Perhaps on the phone. I don't remember thinking of much. I mostly remember the way it looked. And the way those soggy muffins felt between my tiny fingers.
  • Fabiola Reyes
    Published 7 months ago
    For the Girl You Are and the Woman You Will Be:

    For the Girl You Are and the Woman You Will Be:

    The first time I saw you, my world stopped. I'm not kidding; all the gravity that surrounded me disappeared and I turned into a balloon that stayed tied to the depths of your eyes.
  • Alana Boyles
    Published 7 months ago
    To Lose One's Keys

    To Lose One's Keys

    You know Alexander,
  • r. nuñez
    Published 7 months ago
    The Calico Cat

    The Calico Cat

    The calico cat from across the street