childrens poetry

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

POEM - The Song Of The Seedling
Not thunder's drum, nor wind's wild flute, My first note was a muted root, A tremor felt, not truly heard, Deep in the loam, without a word.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Stronger Every Day
Wake up early, feel the air, Tie your shoes with love and care. Step by step, no need to race, Just find your rhythm, set your pace. Breathe in deep, let worries go, Feel the power start to grow. A walk, a run, a simple move, Your body finds its natural groove. No heavy gym or noisy crowd, Just heartbeat strong and spirit proud. Push-ups, stretches, steps that burn, With every drop, new strength you earn. Some days slow and some days fast, But every effort builds your path. Muscles firm and mind so clear, Confidence replaces fear. Eat with balance, drink with grace, Let clean habits take their place. Rest when needed, sleep on time, Health and peace begin to rhyme. Fitness isn't just a trend, It's the message you send your friend: “I love my life, I love this way, I'm growing stronger every day.” So don’t give up, don’t feel small, Even small steps count them all. The journey’s long but worth the ride, With strength and pride, you walk beside.
By Mr Khanabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Tree Within Me
(The Poem) I. Seed Not flesh, nor bone, nor pulsing vein alone Defines the space where this strange self is known. Deep in the loam where consciousness takes hold,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Apartment After You Left
The Apartment After You Left The first thing I noticed was the silence. Not just the absence of your voice — but the way the air itself refused to move. As if even the walls were holding their breath, unsure of what came next.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Beach Days
It's peak of summer, beach days are here time to head to the ocean, fetch salty water in tiny buckets, and dig the wet sand,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Summer with You
We were best friends, like two stars in the sky, always shining, always close. That summer, we spent every day running in the park,
By Muhammad Adilabout a year ago in Poets
Tom’s Tail and Jerry’s Tale
By Atif Jamal Tom the cat, with dreams so bold, Chased a mouse, both young and old. He tiptoed near with silent grace, But slipped and crashed flat on his face! Jerry, quick and full of flair, Zoomed across without a care. He set a trap with perfect glee, And watched Tom launch into a tree. Pans would fly and hammers swing, Tom wore toasters like a king. His tail once fried in a kettle pot, Yet somehow he still stayed hot. From lawn mowers to swinging doors, They've wrecked couches, walls, and floors. One day they fought with paint and glue, Tom turned purple—Jerry blue! No words exchanged, just screams and bangs, Broken glass and clanging clangs. Yet deep inside, we always knew, They’re friends disguised as foes, it’s true! So here’s to chaos, laughs, and fun, Where every chase is never done. Tom still dreams of catching prey, But Jerry always gets away! 🐭😹
By Atif jamal about a year ago in Poets
Where Dreams Don't Die
Beneath the stars, I laid my head, Chasing echoes the moonlight said. A heart once bruised still dares to try, In broken wings, I learned to fly.
By Shaheerabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - From Seed To Sky: An Ode To Ascent
Beneath the blind and pressing loam, A universe contained, a silent tome. Not stone, but promise tightly furled, A coded map to shape the world.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets