childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The Watch of Time
The Watch of Time Upon my wrist, a silent guide, A ticking heart I cannot hide. Each second falls like drops of rain, A steady beat, a sweet refrain. The watch, a circle bound by fate, A quiet face that will not wait. Its hands move slow, yet never rest, A silent judge, a subtle test. Tick, tock — a whisper, soft and near, A voice that none but time can hear. It marks the dawn, the noon, the night, A constant pulse of dark and light. The golden hand, a fleeting spark, It sweeps the day from light to dark. The silver hand, a patient thread, Weaving dreams where fears have bled. It counts the moments lost and found, The silent minutes spinning round. The past, a shadow left behind, The future, hidden in the mind. A watch does not ask why or how, It only lives within the now. No pause, no break, no backward glance, A timeless waltz, a quiet dance. It watches lovers come and part, And carves a scar in every heart. It knows the joy of birth's embrace, And counts the tears on sorrow's face. For time, though small upon my skin, Holds every world, both out and in. The watch, a humble, ticking rhyme, Reminds me I am bound by time. So while its hands go round and round, I'll chase my dreams, unchain the sound. For though the watch may count each chime,
By Budhirai Tripura2 years ago in Poets
The Power of the Pen
The Power of the Pen A simple stick of ink and grace, A quiet tool, a slender face. Yet in its tip, a world resides, A storm of thoughts the mind provides. The pen, a sword without a blade, Where battles of the heart are laid. It carves no scars upon the skin, But shapes the soul, both deep and thin. With every stroke, a dream takes flight, A silent voice that shuns the night. It dances words across a page, A poet's tear, a scholar's rage. It signs the peace, it marks the war, It opens minds, unlocks the door. A whisper soft, a thunder loud, It leads the lost, it shapes the crowd. A pen can sketch a love untold, Or write of empires brave and bold. It drafts the future, seals the past, And captures moments meant to last. In hands of those who dare to dream, It paints the sun, ignites the gleam. A teacher's tool, a leader's guide, A humble friend, forever tied. Through ink, the silent speak their pain, And hopes are scribbled in the rain. It crafts the letters that forgive, And pens the songs that let us live. So though it seems a fragile thing, It holds the weight of everything. For in its lines, both loss and gain, The pen — a voice, a sword, a chain. A timeless power, bold and bright, That shapes the day and rules the night.
By Budhirai Tripura2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Earth: A Poetic Call to Protect Nature
Experience the beauty and urgency of nature through this motivational eco-poem. With vivid imagery and a compelling message, this poem inspires action to protect our planet. From towering trees to the whispering wind, it highlights the wonders of the environment and the growing need for conservation. Perfect for those passionate about nature, sustainability, and making a difference.
By Ankush Bhanwaria2 years ago in Poets
