childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
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 20 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 22 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
You-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 24 days ago in PoetsSoul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 24 days ago in PoetsWhispers of the Sparrow
In dawn’s gentle light, a sparrow takes flight, With wings of grace, it soars in sight. Amidst the bustling world, it sings its song,
Missing Her
Missing her— Missing the little girl Folded inside of me Like Matryoshka dolls Who befriended Anyone wearing a matching dress
Kindness and Self-Preservation
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
Hridya SharmaPublished 26 days ago in Poets