childrens poetry

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

Little dragon
With hair softer than fresh cornsilk, And a smile bright as a star, My little dragon Your heartbeat is my repertoire. Your scent of lavender and milk,
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Poets
8 Surprising Facts You Didn’t Know About Forged in Fire
8 Things You Didn’t Know About Forged in Fire In recent years Forged in Fire has emerged as a true must-watch in the competitive reality TV space. Chefs had parasites; blacksmiths had battle scars. Premiered in 2015 on the History Channel, the series follows the ancient craft of bladesmithing, a mix of creativity, skill , and history. As fans watch the flames in the forge and see the detailed handiwork, much more is occurring out of sight. Here are eight things you probably didn’t know about Forged in Fire. The Show’s Forge Is Built for Intensity Forged in Fire is not just a workshop set; it’s an arena, constructed with the utmost intention of intensity. According to the show, the forges on the set can rise above 2,000°F, making for some blistering conditions for the contestants. The producers have made sure the setup resembles a professional bladesmith’s shop, while also subjecting the contestants to high-pressure conditions. Despite the oppressive heat, safety is still priority No. 1. Fire safety officers and medics are on set at all times, and contestants receive safety training in advance of filming. Pre-Show Orientation for Bladesmiths
By Kalpesh Vasava2 years ago in Poets
A Father's Love
A father’s love, so deep, so wide, Like rivers vast, it cannot hide, In quiet deeds and steadfast care, It lingers in the evening air. He walks the world with silent grace, His heart a compass, strong in place, With every word and every glance, He leads us through life’s fleeting dance. He is the rock beneath our feet, A constant, steady, sure retreat, His actions speak in ways profound, With every move, he’s always around. The years go by, but still he stays, A guiding force through nights and days, His voice, though soft, rings clear as gold, A legacy in stories told. A father’s love, not bound by time, Is etched in moments, pure, sublime, Through sleepless nights and days of rain, He holds us close, endures the strain. He teaches strength, though never loud, His wisdom rests within the crowd, A quiet warrior, full of might, Who shields us all from darkest night. His love is in the chores he does, The long, hard hours that none discuss, In fixing things that break or fall, His care’s in every task, no small. He lifts us when we cannot rise, He holds us when the world denies, His hands, so gentle, brush away The pain, the fear, the storm of day. Through trials faced and battles fought, A father gives, though he's been sought, He sacrifices, without a sound, And wears his worries, without a frown. Though words may fail to voice his part, A father’s love is felt in heart, It’s in the smallest gestures made, The love he gives, the price he’s paid. In moments soft, his heart beats near, A quiet echo, calm and clear, He’s there when joy and sorrow meet, A steady pulse beneath our feet. A father’s love is full of grace, He never seeks the perfect place, He stands beside us in our fears, And wipes away the hidden tears. He asks for little, gives so much, His love, so deep, a constant touch, He hides his pain, he shields the weak, His actions louder than words speak. He’s patient with each step we take, No matter how much time it’ll take, He sees in us what we can’t see, A future bright, a legacy. The world may change, the times may roll, But fathers keep a steady goal, To guide us forward, show the way, And love us more with each new day. When life’s demands seem far too great, A father stands, and won’t abate, He holds us close, and lifts us high, A beacon ‘neath the darkest sky. As years unfold and we grow tall, A father’s love is still our call, He’s there in moments, soft, unseen, The silent strength that’s always been. And when the days of time are done, When seasons fade, and night’s begun, The love he gave will always stay, A light that guides us on our way. So here’s to fathers, kind and true, To all the things they say and do, To every sacrifice they make, For love’s own sake, for children’s sake. Though words may fail to show our thanks, Know that in hearts, there’s no blank space, A father’s love, forever near, Is felt in silence, loud and clear. In every whisper of the wind, In every moment, we begin, The love he gives is never gone, It’s in our hearts, it lingers on. For fathers shape us, build our wings, They teach us what true love can bring, Their legacy will never fade, In every life, their love’s displayed. So let us cherish, let us hold, The fathers strong, the fathers bold, For in their hearts, we see the sun, Their love, the thread that makes us one.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
The Eternal Light
Oh mother, heart of my soul’s desire, A beacon of warmth, eternal fire. In your embrace, life’s solace I find, A love unmatched, tender and kind. Your hands, soft as the morning dew, Have built a world, both strong and true. Through sleepless nights and endless days, You’ve guided me in countless ways. Your voice, a melody of the heart, A lullaby where dreams impart. It soothes my fears, wipes tears unseen, A balm for wounds where life has been. With eyes that hold the depth of seas, You see my triumphs, my miseries. Through every fall, through every flight, You are my anchor, my guiding light. The years roll on, yet you remain, A steadfast presence, through joy and pain. Your wisdom flows like rivers wide, A gentle current, a steady guide. Oh mother, your love is pure and vast, A boundless ocean meant to last. You give without asking, you mend and heal, With tender grace, with iron will. Your laughter rings like morning bells, A symphony where happiness dwells. It lifts my spirit, it calms my strife, A tune that echoes the song of life. The meals you’ve made with care divine, A feast of love, a sacred sign. Each morsel speaks of hands that toil, A labor of love, unspoiled by soil. When storms arise and shadows fall, Your courage stands, a fortress tall. No fear can dim your inner flame, No trial can shatter your noble name. In quiet moments, I often ponder, Of all your sacrifices, my heart grows fonder. The dreams you shelved, the paths you turned, For me, the lessons you’ve discerned. Through fields of sorrow, skies of blue, Your steadfast love has seen me through. No treasure compares, no wealth, no art, To the priceless gift of a mother’s heart. You taught me to rise, to dream, to soar, To knock on every unopened door. Your words, a compass, steady and true, Pointing to horizons bold and new. Oh mother, the years may slip away, But your love grows stronger every day. Even when distance stretches wide, You are always close, by my side. The wrinkles etched upon your face, Are stories of love, strength, and grace. Each silver strand, a crown you wear, A testament to the love you share. In the garden of life, you are the sun, Nurturing all until the day is done. Your light gives life to seeds once sown, Helping each bloom find its home. Even in silence, your love speaks loud, A gentle hand amidst the crowd. Your presence alone is comfort’s embrace, A sanctuary, a sacred space. And though I know one day must part, You’ll live forever within my heart. For a mother’s love, eternal and deep, Is a treasure the soul will always keep. Oh mother, you are the endless stream, Flowing through life, shaping each dream. A portrait of grace, a symphony divine, Forever my heart, forever mine. Let the world sing songs of your glory, For you are life’s most cherished story. A star in the sky, steadfast and bright, Guiding the weary through the night. So I write these words, this humble verse, To capture your love, the universe. But words will falter, fall short of true, For no poem can hold all of you. Oh mother, eternal, your love will stay, A light in my soul, come what may. Through every chapter, through every strife, You are the heartbeat of my life. Forever cherished, forever near, Your love a balm, your voice so clear. Oh mother, in your arms I’m free, The truest home for eternity. Endlessly grateful, I vow to be, A mirror of your love, a reflection of thee. For in your heart, the world is found, A sanctuary, forever unbound.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony of Life
Beneath the sky of endless blue, Where sunlight weaves its golden hue, A dance unfolds, both wild and free, The plants and animals, life’s decree. The ancient oak with roots so deep, A sentinel while others sleep. Its leaves whisper secrets to the breeze, While squirrels scurry amidst its trees. The meadows bloom with colors bright, A palette drawn from morning light. Petals sway as bees take flight, Their hum a song of pure delight. The mighty lion roars with pride, Its echo vast, no place to hide. But near the den where cubs reside, The gentlest heart beats deep inside. The rivers sing a soothing tune, Reflecting stars and pale moon. Fish dart swiftly through the stream, Their silver scales like fleeting dreams. The butterfly in fragile grace, A fleeting spark in nature’s space. From flower to flower, it weaves its art, A painter’s brush, a beating heart. High in the sky, an eagle soars, Its gaze sharp as it explores. Majestic wings cut through the air, A guardian of the heights so rare. In verdant jungles, vines cascade, A green cathedral, sunlight’s glade. Monkeys chatter, birds take flight, A chorus born of day and night. The ocean’s depths, a realm untamed, Where countless creatures swim unnamed. From coral reefs to trenches deep, A world where secrets softly sleep. And in the desert, harsh and dry, The cactus stands beneath the sky. It guards its water, spines protect, A symbol of life’s intellect. Oh, plants and animals, bound as one, Their tale as old as earth and sun. A balance kept, a fragile thread, A legacy that all must tread. But shadows loom, a world at risk, A greed that’s neither kind nor brisk. The forests fall, the waters stain, A future marred by human gain. Yet hope remains, a seedling bright, A chance to set the wrongs to right. To cherish Earth, its every part, To heal the wounds, to play our part. So let us guard this sacred bond, With every stream, with every frond. For plants and animals, near and far, Are pieces of the world we are. Beneath the sky of endless blue, Life’s symphony plays, ever true. A melody of breath and beat, A harmony we must complete. Beneath the canopy's emerald shade, Where shadows dance and light cascades, A tapestry of life expands, Crafted by time and nature’s hands. The mighty redwood stands so tall, Its ancient trunk has seen it all. Through centuries it watched the earth, Bearing witness to life’s rebirth. In the marsh, where reeds grow dense, The heron moves with elegance. It hunts with patience, calm and wise, A master of the water’s guise. On open plains, the bison roam, Their pounding hooves their thunderous poem. A symbol of resilience and might, A guardian of the prairie’s light. In Arctic realms where ice winds wail, The polar bear treads snowy trails. Its strength endures, its spirit fierce, In lands where cold and silence pierce. Among the cliffs, the mountain goat, On jagged edges seems to float. Its steady hooves defy the height, A marvel of balance, sheer delight. In rainforests thick, a symphony plays, From morning's call to twilight’s haze. Frogs and insects hum and croon, A ceaseless hymn to the waxing moon. The desert blooms in hidden ways, With life that thrives in scorching days. The fennec fox with ears so wide, Finds solace where the shadows hide. The sea turtles, through oceans vast, Journey long, their legacy cast. Returning home to sandy shores, To lay their eggs, life’s cycle restores. In every field, in every glade, Nature’s wonders are displayed. The plants give life, the animals roam, Each finds its place, its rightful home. Yet human hands, both kind and cruel, Hold the power, the ultimate tool. To nurture life, to let it thrive, Or strip the earth where hope resides. But with each heart that learns to care, A brighter future takes to air. Protect the forests, guard the seas, Shield the creatures, tend the trees. For in this world, so vast, profound, A sacred truth will always be found: Plants and animals, land and sky, Are threads of one great tapestry, nigh. So, let us join this ancient rhyme, To cherish Earth through space and time. With every step, with every breath, To honor life and forestall death. For in their beauty, raw and pure, Lies a bond that shall endure. A symphony of life, profound, Echoing through the earth’s vast ground.
By COU2 years ago in Poets
Laziness
Show me who you are. Show don't tell, that's what they say. I'll chill until then. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae2 years ago in Poets
Empty Chairs, Quiet Hearts
They wake to the sound of an empty home, A silence that whispers, “You’re on your own.” The clock ticks loud, the rooms stand still,
By Lucia2 years ago in Poets
Little Bunny
Little Bunny you cannot see The one that sees you lovingly Do you see me too I wish that you knew The one that loves you now is me
By Susan Payton2 years ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Breakfast for Little Miss
Here you go, my little sleepy-eyed-love, grab that mouth watering piece of bacon and give it a shove. Warm mountain of eggs stand ready to be eaten,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go 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.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets