childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
A Day of Christmas Shopping...
A day of Christmas shopping can consist of many things. A day of Christmas shopping could perhaps entail ribbons, bows, or rings.
Mary WebsterPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDreams
In my dreams, I travel everywhere Wild and free Whether it be Up in the sky Or under the sea I see many people Short, big, and tall
Samantha ReidPublished 6 years ago in PoetsGrown
When I was five I used to think, What is it to be grown? To have long hair? To sit and stare? To have a proper tone? O what is it to be grown?
Hannah PerezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Forgotten Toy
I used to be quite furry, but now I'm worn and bare.You loved me lots, you loved me most, and said you would always be there. There were others, shiny new toys that made noise, trains and planes and dolls, and other bears that had more hair, but you loved me most of all. Every night I fought the bad dreams, I chased away your fears! Until one day, you threw me down, and you forgot that I was here.. It's been so many years of me lying all alone, I know you're really busy now but I'll never give up hope. I'm under here among the shoes, the dust, the clothes, the books. I hear you every night in bed and wish I was still snuggled close. It's been so long since I've seen your face, my gosh is it really you? You look so much older now, and I guess that I must to. I don't think you meant to grab me, I was lying close to your sweater. But when you saw me your eyes widened and you grinned from ear to ear. I can't believe it, back on the bed, what a view of our old room! You've moved a few things around I see, as you flop down next to me. I love you lots, I love you most, I'm so glad you remember me.
Jessica FeralPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Dad Looks Like
Do you know how hard it was growing up when your dad looks like Santa Clause? He always told me "I know what you're doing Crystal."
Crystal KorpanPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRock-A-Bye Lullaby
When I was young, the clouds and sun would shine brighter every morning. Then days would come where rainbows would smile when it stopped storming.
Chasity SosaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMother and Child
He was born of song when he came forth My only child of joy in magnificence Oh! If I only could know your future To proceed in life with such unabashed innocence
Antonia CameronPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Great Tom Turkey
The Great Tom Turkey The Thanksgiving turkey is indeed quite that. He has a short yellow beak And wears a black hat. His round, chubby body laughs when he gobbles
Yumi MiyazakiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Conjoined Princesses of Poppy Castle
The Conjoined Princesses Once upon a time In a faraway isle There lived a King and Queen And they were expecting a child
Yumi MiyazakiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpit
When little girls and boys first hear what they are made of, what they do, what they wear- the words feel like spittle spray. Annoying, a little gross, but not malicious. It’s the just the puh-roduct of puh-arents who puh-lace too much emphasis on their puh-ees and tell little boys and girls to act as they were taught. This unintentional saliva shower is easy to wipe off from time to time.
Laura DiNovis BerryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAn Ode to Charlie
Charlie Farley is a cat. He isn't small, and isn't fat. One day Charlie climbed inside A circular box with more than one side.
Farewell Poem
I sat in the orange chair attached to my desk, twirling my tan wooden number two pencil between my fingers, impatiently waiting for my teacher, Mrs. Hope, to begin class. I was
Dawn ColemanPublished 7 years ago in Poets