childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Stop Bullying
Children are fragile to the touch That is why kind words mean so much Kids have different weight and height So, when bullies target someone he or she uses force with all their might
Charlene EllisonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBananas for Breakfast
Barely into the day And I already feel the urge Not to eat fruit, per se, And not even to purge, Nor for something yellow
Sam IsaacsonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLittle Hearts
Eyes full of curiosity, hearts composed of searching. With youthful philosophy dripping from their pink lips, they travel through this unjust world. They tire their small muscles discovering, collecting, experience after experience. Their hearts are full and they fill my heart; with their silly and soft words, with the ever present challenge of time and it’s fleeting. I try, yes I try not hard enough, to be a home for those little minds, a warm comfort in this rough world of confusion.
Trudy BloughPublished 6 years ago in PoetsEulogy
It's hard enough to sum up a life Once someone has died A piece of writing is not enough To express just how hard a person tried
Meg BradburyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsYour Angel Above
Don't cry for me child at the grave for I will not be there, look right beside you and wipe those tears. You won't be able to see me
Stephanie LiftonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIntroducing Joey
This is Joey, He is a black lab, He can’t do anything special, He doesn’t dab! He was born with a bent tail, It makes him unique,
Alice BenhamPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMess
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel
Almost Sleeper
One more story, One more book. Come here, Mommy, Take a look. Let’s play a game, And watch cartoons, Go outside, And chase the moon.
Melissa HallPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Father's Child
A father's child may not be his own. They may not look like him or act like him. Yet he will protect them, love them. Teach them better than he was taught.
Donald EderPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Memories Outside My Window
Wind beats the window pane like an old friend begging come outside, come outside! Looking through slotted blinds, clouds hang dark and low,
Mark AndersonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAm I Good Enough?
Nine months getting fatter and fatter. so fat, no covcievable position will allow you to sleep comfortably Sickness, aches, discomfort
Daisy WillandPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Friend the Fox
Little fox, little fox, so lively and free, Come sit with me, beneath my tree. Won’t you tell me a story of your adventures,
Carlise HillPublished 6 years ago in Poets