childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Black Cap
{Twitting little birdie in the tree twitting little birdie that I see, wings are broad feathers small twinkling eyes I love them all,
Tamar BiamontePublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Dirty Pot
Your lovable potty pot I am a dirty pot All white, and often too hot! I get cleaned often too But I remain dirty more-often-than-not.
Heena KhanPublished 3 years ago in PoetsTornado Tom
Rumblin, Tumblin, Tornado Tom- rolled through the house like a ticking time bomb. Destructive, disdainful, disruptive, and rude-
LittleWrenWritesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Unusual Smile
In 2017 my beautiful daughter Matilda was born with a bilateral cleft lip. This story was my attempt at explaining to her big sister Meghan that the new baby would still be beautiful.
Concoctions
I mixed together dish soap and colored water, to make some bubble blower. But spilled it on the kitchen floor. I guess we'll just have to walk slower.
LittleWrenWritesPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMommy has a booboo
I missed my mommy one day and wondered where she went. My granddad said, “The doctor; that’s where she was sent.” The next time I saw mommy she was lying in a bed.
Ashley ThornPublished 3 years ago in Poetsin stasis
My first true love broke my heart Before I could articulate What it meant I was too young to comprehend That this was above me
Taylor RanaePublished 3 years ago in PoetsI Carry Your Heart With Me by E.E.Cummings - Poetry Reading
About the poet -- Edward Estlin Cummings (1894 -- 1962) was an American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright. He was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, USA. Cummings' poetry often deals with themes of love and nature, as well as the relationship of the individual to the masses and to the world. Modernism prevailed major part of his work.
Status 007Published 3 years ago in PoetsLet's Be Silly, Let's Have Some Fun!
Let's be silly, let's have some fun Can you jump up and down? Now, rub your tum! Sit down, say “Yum, yum!” Let's be silly, let's have some fun
Hayley DodwellPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Fairy Kiss
Deep within the haunted wood, beside the magic brook. Far away from harm or hurt, where humans never look. A meeting there was being held, for something was amiss.
Riss RykerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Sad Little Girl Who Wasn't Quite There
In a house on a cliff in the cold sea air, Lived a sad little girl who wasn’t quite there. She felt empty inside; all see-through and grey,
Georgia MartinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsAbecedarian Day
Awakening to a sun drenched window, Bolt upright from trundle bed, Child grabs stuffed bear and a pillow, Dashing to the couch instead.