childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
There Once Was a Lion Named Andy-Dandy
There once was a lion named Andy-Dandy He was very good at working with tools He was a Handy-Andy-Dandy Lion There once was a lion named Andy-Dandy
Rowan FinleyPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Eyes of a Fanguin
Fanguin. A strange word for some. It means being the fan of a show That is a strange show to some: Penguins of Madagascar!
Monique StarPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMy 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.
Megan ArtusPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFor 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.
Fabiola ReyesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsTo Lose One's Keys
You know Alexander, The one who had a terrible, horrible, No good, very bad day? Yeah, that’s me. My daughter’s favorite bedtime story.
Alana BoylesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThree Holiday Riddles to Stump Your Friends and Family!
1. I am big, warm, and fluffy, but I don't live in a zoo. My fur is famous, and people like to feed me, too. I live in the cold, and logically I'm very old.
Yasmina SeaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsParenting
Blessed are the children who have caring parents, 'Cos parents are not less than God for them, Children come in this world as tiny saplings,
Little Billy
Little Billy was a dreamer. He dreamt that one day he would be really tall. You see, Little Billy was 12 years old and he was only 2 feet tall. But that never stopped him from dreaming. One day Little Billy was walking through a path he never noticed before. As he kept walking the path he noticed everything started getting smaller and smaller. Until he reached a door and on the door, it said: “knock and enter only if you’re a dreamer.” Without hesitation, he knocked and entered. A wave of white light shined down on him. Little Billy rubbed his eyes to see, and looked around joyously! There were other little people just like him! He didn’t have to change to be tall! He simply had to be a dreamer and that was all.
The One and Only Red Gerard
The one and only Red Gerard learned to fly in his own backyard. On a course his brothers built, where they pulled him up the hill.
David DevinePublished 5 years ago in PoetsWhen I Lay Down in My Sleepy Bed
When I lay down in my sleepy bed, my mom tucks me in with a kiss on my head. Before I lay down to sleep, my mom and I pray and I close my eyes hard
H.L. DowlessPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMade in the Sky
Cora was a beauty dream Who cannot come true God decided to take my angel When my heart was of love full. What can I do with all my love
Rosa Leon FPublished 5 years ago in PoetsNana the Little Goat
I have a little goat, Nana is her name, She rubs every morning Like she is burning in flames. It's difficult to follow her
Rosa Leon FPublished 5 years ago in Poets