childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
This August Hog
If the meaning of sweetness, is not lost on dogs, What about these, our plump August hogs? Pondered Farmer June, as she sat upon logs,
Amalin CainPublished 3 years ago in PoetsExcuse Me Please
I feel it deep inside myself It makes me want to moan A bubble of sorts, so it seems I think that it has grown It seems as though it may come up
Michael W. HurstPublished 3 years ago in PoetsGrandpa's Like To...
Grandpa’s like to… Take you for walks in the park to feed the birds. Take you fishing. Even when you hang your feel over the side of the boat and you scare the fish away.
Kathy SeesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsKindness
Kindness is greatness! It's so true, you know? Shoveling the neighbor's path free from snow. Holding the door, and saying thank you.
M. WintersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLove
When you hold me, and hug me, and kiss me it's true- These are the things that I love about you. I love when you comb your fingers through my hair.
M. WintersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsPatience
Being patient is letting another follow their own path- It's letting your anger turn into a laugh. It's saying, "I trust you," to go out into the world.
M. WintersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsUnconditional love
Rambling on about nothing is something you do. Others see flaws; I see the best in you! And when you make noise when you shuffle your feet-
M. WintersPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA Strange Little Lad
A Strange Little Lad A t the top of a hill, In a far away land, In the cold winter chill, Stood a strange little lad.
Emma-lee HowarthPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Land of Gibberish
There once was a place called the Land of Gibberish, where the skies were so grey that the sun had no rays. “But why,” you might ask, “were the skies so grey that the sun had no rays?” Well, I will tell you why. The people of this place would barely show their face as they hurried to and fro to win the next race.
Beth CoatneyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA SIMPLE WISH
On the lakes edge we sit, How much better can it get, Fishing lines in the water, The day is getting hotter, Geese swim on by,
Jesse GorbetPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe marvelously Manic Monday of Mary Marjorie!
The marvelously Manic Monday of Mary Marjorie! Mary Marjorie’s marmalade was made with molasses. It stuck to her hair, her favorite bear, and even stuck to her sunglasses.
My Dear Little Friend
He is my Dear little friend He stands right by me And never leaves my side He’s been with me Ever since I arrived
Catherine MoceriPublished 3 years ago in Poets