childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
For 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 6 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 6 years ago in PoetsTipsy Love
Tipsy, a cute basset is madly in love with a mouse She found him in the house He was hiding when she flushed him out She gave him a big kiss on the mouth
Brigitteromina PacePublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Spy and the Bird
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem with me and this is what we came up with LOL.)
Snow Globe
The hill behind the cabin teemed with evergreens that year, That glistened in the light and stood like soldiers set to march.