childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The Girl Who Jumped
There was a girl so very young with dreams so very high One day she started out with dreams to reach the sky She jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped
Shawna HolleyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFirst and Only
My First and Only Son; how strong and beautiful you have become. Though I was not there in flesh; I was always watching you in Spirit. I always thought of you when the first star in the night sky lit.
Mindy SleeperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPastel Coloured Dreams
How did we get to this place we said we wouldn’t? To this place we surely knew we shouldn’t. Eerie and damp is the boneyard of dreams.
Ahsif Khair MohammadPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Little Rose
This beautiful little rose began as a empty little seed; ready to be nurtured, ready to feed. Her name is Rose, my little rosebud. I knew when she was born, she would grow in Grace, Beauty, and Love. Rose I named her, for the vision of her in my mind. I knew in my heart she will grow to shine. Her beauty will sink ships by the thousands, her Grace will stretch over all the lands; she will grow to be the Glory of Man.
Mindy SleeperPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Great Playroom
A great playroom is always clean, With happy people who are never mean. If I take a toy out, I'll put it back. Not before I'm finished with it.
kristiena manbeckPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Cook and the Gingerbread Man
There once was a cook in the land of Kright, who baked away with all his might, trying to create the perfect delight. Sugar, dough, and a gumdrop too, a bit of peppermint to add some woohoo. Cut the shape so carefully he did, then into the oven the pan he slid. At last it came, his masterpiece, by a bit of magic, a sweet treat unleashed. The cook jumped with glee as he looked at the pan, as on it stood a little gingerbread man. It laughed and walked and danced around, the cook's jaw nearly dropped all the way to the ground. Off the pan it jumped down onto the floor and began to run to the kitchen door, the cook jumped up and tried to catch him but it hopped out the window and was gone with a whim. A last little laugh of happiness ran out as it ran off into the night with a sugary spout. The cook looked with sadness as he held the pan, but cracked a small smile for the gingerbread man.
Austin WilliamsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Mother's Prayer
She listens to you when you sleep Hoping you will stay her sheep She is always there holding your hand Even when life felt like a wetland
Valerie WilkeningPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTell Me Mama
Tell me Mama... Why is the sky blue When the clouds are far away? Why is the grass green When the day is cold and grey?
Disney Fairy Tales
Is all that we see or seem a dream within a dream? I had dream that I married the only love of my life. Dreams do come true.
Eloy GonzalezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsRain Man
I'm the tetherball My life is the string Stormy weather Brings me out of this thing I call hypnosis How do I approach this
Yonnie ThaKiddPublished 6 years ago in PoetsA Case for Love
A case for Love: Intolerance is not your friend. In fact, it is that kid that made fun of you in fourth grade because you had braces and talked with a lisp.
Literary HypePublished 6 years ago in PoetsMy Dream
A world I saw that stretched far and wide, There people had no rules to abide. Fun and Frolic, Love and Laughter, A world that is worth to flatter.
Shalika V.Published 6 years ago in Poets