childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Of Nursery Rhymes
If wishes were clouds, I’d paint you a sky. I’d paint you a heaven more precious than eyes. I’d laugh and I’d giggle at each fluffy pie
Brianna Lynn GalliganPublished 4 years ago in PoetsMr. Teddy at Tea Time
How quietly you sit there watching, You're black pupil eyes now gleaming and laughing, They dance and they shimmer in light of the sun.
Brianna Lynn GalliganPublished 4 years ago in PoetsAkbar and Birbal stories For Kids of Wisdom in the pitcher
Once the King of Sri Lanka sent his messenger to the court of King Akbar and asked him to ask King Akbar to send us a pot of wisdom. The messenger told Akbar according to what his king said- Maharaj! Many intelligent people in your palace are noted for their intelligence, so our Maharaj has asked your palace for wisdom in a pitcher.
George HerryPublished 4 years ago in PoetsMy Second Poem By Zora Hosen
Tickity boo, Here’s a magical world for you, Nestled from the palms of wonders and clues, We present to you, Michelle, who has the ability to make your mind cruise.
Zora & Sarah BlogsPublished 4 years ago in PoetsThe Brute
When I was but a wee small boy, Before I’d learnt to bat, I played outfield with little joy, Outfield’s not where it’s at.
PG BarnettPublished 4 years ago in PoetsHodge-Podge the Hedgehog
There once was a hedgehog named Hodge-Podge. He would lodge and dodge, and go here and there, and he danced and pranced,
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in PoetsOne-Eyed Monster
Mom, I know you have the best of intentions, but this one eyed monster causes the worst tensions. We are never free from his eye that always stares,
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 years ago in PoetsWords We Say
If you read and speak all day you’ll know this to be absolute some words are there for speakin’ some for art and ill repute
Abby SiegelPublished 4 years ago in PoetsBroken Little Ones
Hello little one Life is hard I know Your soul, all tattered and bruised Broken little ones leave you used Hope has gone
Kristine LozanoPublished 4 years ago in PoetsJAYDA'S SCARY HALLOWEEN
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Yvonnia H.Published 4 years ago in PoetsA Handless Fan
HANDLESS FAN once upon a time in a land so far away , there lived a young boy who had no arms and no legs. HIs eyes were sewed shut and his tongue was cut out, what an awful thing when you cant see and cant shout. hen he needed some help, no one would come, for remember this boy, he was missing a tongue . The neighborhood children (as rude as they were) would douse him tar and roll him in fur, pointing and laughing, this boy is living his fear....why cant it be he was just missing his ears. rolling away the laughter goes on.....another day of his life, another day has gone wrong. Cry , he can not, and yelling sounds weird when your eyes are sewed shut and tongue disappeared . Say good bye to our friend, look at him roll! no voice, no vision ,no life, a poor soul. He rolled through the mud andhe rolled to his home then e rolled through the door of where he lived all alone. The quiet is nice (the laughter is distant).....no matter what flaws he has, he should never feel different.
Salvatore licastriPublished 4 years ago in PoetsTwo Shadows in the Light
one night a moon walked into its own shadow however, its walk was more of a float in the sky it was a walk in the man's eye who looked up and saw the moon floating