childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
We'll Soon be Dust
We savour the palpable silence, save the tinkling of ice upon glass. All is quiet... but what of the tension that sparks the night?
SHADOWS OF FIRST IMPRESSIONS
In the shadows of first impressions, we met, A tale of chance, destiny's sweet bet. Not a spark at first, just a passing glance,
DIAMOND L. SAYONPublished 18 days ago in PoetsYouth in eclipse 🌚
Excitement was rife in his voice. Enchanted, he spoke of his love Curiosity of nature. Cradling the universe to his heart, with
Novel AllenPublished 18 days ago in PoetsBETTERMENT OF HUMANITY
BETTERMENT OF HUMANITY, COMES UNDER YOUR THOUGHT AND INTENTION, TRY TO PURE YOUR INTENTION.
"My Own Daughter: A Tale of Love and Courage"
My own daughter, a priceless narrative unfolds, Filled with love and courage, a unique melody. Every step, a dance, of bravery and beauty,
Kamran AlamPublished 19 days ago in PoetsIn the Realm of Words
In the quiet corners of the classroom, Where letters dance and syllables twirl, Lives a child with eyes that stumble, A heart that yearns to unfurl.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 19 days ago in PoetsDon’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 19 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 19 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 19 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 19 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 19 days ago in PoetsA Blast from the Past
Shouldn’t be laughing, but this writer sucks! Oh wait… That’s my handwriting. --------------------------------- Next: