childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Sleep Sweet Child
Sleep Sweet Child, For when you awake, I will still be here, I will never forsake, A darling oh so sweet as thee, A spirit as pure as can be.
Sheryl CunliffePublished 6 years ago in PoetsOnly A Dream
I dreamed I was lost on a steep hillside, a little white dog was by my side. We had wandered off for days, lost and alone, Not the slightest idea which way was home.
Patricia KennedyPublished 6 years ago in Poets17 & Pregnant
I have something to confess my friend you see. There’s this child breathing inside of me. She kicks with joy at the sound of Mickey Mouse.
There's a Monster Under Your Bed
There’s a monster under her bed… Ha, what garbage. Before the story started, My husband wasn’t so retarded. My daughter used to play outside,
Sophia RosadoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Childhood
I remember my childhood in school years and grades. My memory is text, and numbers, and words, and a slowly ticking clock I could not read because in public school that time was ticking, and we had a schedule, a curriculum to follow.
Abby RamsayPublished 6 years ago in Poets5 x 5
Dance, Dance, Dance little feet, Skip, skip down the hall! If you eat your beet, We will walk down to the mall. I will buy you a treat!
Sarah ParishPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Son
Robbie A babbling brook on a bright summer's day A puppy dog looking for someone to play The smell of an old baseball mitt
George BeigheyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDeadbeat
"Dad" When I hear the word “dad” I don’t see your face I don’t hear your voice A broken promise in your place When I say the word “dad”
George BeigheyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTwink
Twinkle, twinkle, little star... May your brightness travel far. Little star, shine bright and proud, Do not hide in a mass of cloud.
Holly BushnellPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Fairytale
As a kid I would think of a different world, a place where young kids go, Where there really are no limits, and NOBODY, says "no".
Tanya StavrouliasPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Truth About Fairy Tales
So, dear boy, you wish to be a hero? Well to be a fairy tale prince there are some things you must know. First get a sword, of course—
Ciera MillerPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Dearest Kitten
My Dearest Kitten, Though you are not exactly a kitten anymore; I still see you as just that. From a meek and small ball of fluff
Summer rainstormPublished 6 years ago in Poets