childrens poetry

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

Wishing Well of Wisdom and Wine
Poem: Falling into the Wishing Well of Love Come closer, my Mad Monkey, my dearest, come closer, closer, closer, for I have a funny bunny narrative to share,
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
Poets.
*I agree that I am not worthy of your sight* *So see my passion, see my waiting * *Raise your self so high that before every destiny*
By hassan khan6 months ago in Poets
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By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne6 months ago in Poets
Silence Is Loud
It wasn’t the shouting that broke her. It was the silence. Areeba used to think that love ended with loud arguments—doors slamming, voices raised, words thrown like weapons. That’s how movies showed it. That’s how stories made heartbreak look.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
The Voice in the Rain
It always started with the rain. Not the loud, thunder-crashing kind—but the quiet, steady kind that tapped gently against the windows like someone asking to be let in. The kind most people ignored.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
The "Museum of Lost Smells
The "Museum of Lost Smells In the year 2092, the world was paved in silver and glass. We had solved the problem of decay, but in doing so, we had accidentally scrubbed away the soul of the earth. The sky was a permanent, controlled shade of cerulean, and the air was filtered to a neutral, odorless nothingness.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets
invictus poem
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
By imtiazalam6 months ago in Poets
Young Days
Take me away. I long for a time that was fun again. My tiny active legs on the run again. Oh to be young again. Life was so much simpler when I was just a kid.
By Joe Patterson6 months ago in Poets
The Remarkable Reappearance of Rattle
Oh my god! I’m stopped dead looking into the box I thought wouldn’t contain much. Instead, staring back at me through eyes I almost forgot…
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
Ode to Good Friday!
The world is loud, but hearts stay small, Yet even small hearts carry all. A single breath, a single choice, Can soften stone and lift a voice.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.6 months ago in Poets
I Finally Understood
I used to think I was trapped. In a life I didn’t choose. In rules I didn’t understand. In a story I didn’t write. Everything felt like pressure.
By Vocal Member 6 months ago in Poets
My Future Self Came Back
My Future Self Came Back It was 2:17 AM. The room was dark except for the soft glow of my laptop screen. Bills were scattered across the table. My phone showed three missed calls—from people I didn’t have the courage to talk to anymore.
By Imran Ali Shah6 months ago in Poets