childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
Hridya SharmaPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Shadows
Every Black boy will have to see darkness… Can’t lie, though I want to instead Live life too good, and it’ll come for you
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 10 days ago in PoetsPain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsWhen I Was Young
When I was young, I was safe and Furled*. Now that I’m not, I have so many worries in the World ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When I was young, I smiled all the Time.
Dasani JonesPublished 10 days ago in PoetsA Blast from the Past
Shouldn’t be laughing, but this writer sucks! Oh wait… That’s my handwriting. --------------------------------- Previous:
The Rabbit And The Carrot
There was once a rabbit, running wild and free. He loved to skip and jump, as happy as can be. He lived in the meadows, having fun with friends.
Conor MatthewsPublished 11 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
The Curious Kitten
In a cozy corner of the garden green, Lived a curious kitten, oh so keen! With eyes wide open, she’d explore, Every blade of grass, every hidden door.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 12 days ago in PoetsThe Endless Dance of Nature and Humanity's Place Within
In every leaf, a universe, In every breeze, a whispered verse. The sky, a canvas broad and wide, Where sun and moon in majesty preside.Mountains, in their silent might,
My Brother Made a Little Skit
My brother made a little skit of Dr. Suess throwing a fit how he doesn't like supper-not one little bit and as much as you shout, he won't eat it!
EID PLEASURES.
EID DAY. TODAY WAS THE EID DAY. EVERYONE WAS ANXIOUS FOR EID PLEASURES. EVERYONE GETS UP EARLY IN THE MORNING