childrens poetry

Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.

If periods could speak to the girl
Periods, a monthly friend, A talk we must attend, With a girl, so young and fair, Let's share, without a care. We bring a gift, though it may seem small,
By ROSY4 years ago in Poets
The Endless Adventure
Long time ago, in a land so bright, Lived creatures, animals both day and night. There was a rabbit, with long floppy ears,
By Nedelcu Alina4 years ago in Poets
Fairies and Pixies
Am I asleep or awake whichever it’s beautiful and it’s aroma of the flowers are intoxicating. I walk through this magical garden and there’s pixies and Angels all over, smiling at me. Please I ask what year are we in as I’m not in my home or my bed.
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Poets
birds are speak
The birds, sing a song so sweet, A symphony that can't be beaten. A melody that fills the air, And lifts our hearts without care.
By saravanakumar4 years ago in Poets
Dream
In slumber's grasp, I wander through a land Of fantastical, ethereal strands Where anything and everything's in hand And all my heart desires, it understands
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets
A Perfectly Rare Day
Have you ever had one of those days - Where everything seems to go right? The lights go green, the skies turn blue, And the fish take every bait bite?
By E.K. Daniels4 years ago in Poets
A Rare Find
How beautiful to see a child Caught in imagination Tame thoughts give way to all things wild And create a grand sensation
By Cathy Hensford4 years ago in Poets
Valentine's Circa 2008
Eight Million Minutes I've spent slowing time for you Just to remember
By Baby Josie4 years ago in Poets
Uncommon Dream
The Uncommon Dream Requires an Uncommon Faith You have to be born of the spirt And not of hate. The Uncommon Dream Must be born from within you
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 4 years ago in Poets
LUCKY LEPRECHAUN
Luck Luck Luck, that's all I have is Luck. I've finally found my pot of Gold, I named my pot, called Puck. Because of Puck, I found a home,
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 4 years ago in Poets
Stanley
Stanley There's a tree in my family's backyard behind our fence. It has been there ever since I was a little girl. During my youth, the tree would watch my brother and me as we rolled down its lush hill, clinging to each other like two little slugs. Covered in the grass and up to our ears in itchiness, we felt like Kings. The tree stood by happily.
By Selina Dudley4 years ago in Poets
NARWHAL
A creature so unique, so strange and so fair, With features so odd, that it's beyond compare, A beauty so rare, that it's hard to explain,
By David Harvey4 years ago in Poets