childrens poetry

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

*The Power of Love*
In every heart, a spark resides, A gentle force that never hides. It’s in the touch, the tender gaze, In quiet nights and brightened days.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
“Dawn’s Embrace” for the poem
Whispers of the Dawn In the hush of morning’s light, Where dreams and daybreak gently meet, Soft whispers stir the still of night,
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Attitude Quotes in Urdu: Inspiring Words to Boost Your Confidence
Attitude is how you see the world and how you react to it. It’s all about your mindset, and it can make a big difference in your life. When you have a positive attitude, you feel more confident and ready to take on challenges. In this blog post, we’ll explore some amazing attitude quotes in Urdu that can inspire you to keep a positive outlook and stay strong, no matter what life throws at you.
By Mehdi Hasnainabout a year ago in Poets
From Solitude to Community: My Journey on Foot
"I started walking alone toward my destination, but along the way, people began connecting with me, and it became a community"
By Mohammad Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
Clock Ticking
The clock ticks on, a steady beat, A rhythm that we cannot cheat. Each second falls like grains of sand, Slipping swiftly through our hands.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
A Mother's Light
Though your name is just three letters, Your understanding holds the world. Two hands, but countless masterpieces,
By Kandage Vimukthi Reshan Dulakshanaabout a year ago in Poets
Scars to your beauty
What magnitude of pain can hurt? What is the measuring capacity of the human heart to bear, to accumulate in its precipice before it finally seeks redemption, before it concludes to itself no more? How ironic and disbarring it is to moan about the loss of someone after their demise after they bury themselves on the deathbed or even more unbearing when they bury themselves in their essence. If they bury themselves in their breaths, they break their souls, they pierce their hearts and shed every ounce of their aching identity that constitutes their trace.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Lost a Teeth
A tooth fell away, a part of me gone, Like a leaf in autumn, at the break of dawn. It left behind an empty space,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting and Waiting
I sit and wait, the hours crawl, Time moves slow, like shadows tall. But still, no sign, no sound, no heat. I’m caught in webs of anxious thought,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
Chewing Gum
A sticky dance, a rhythmic chew, A burst of flavor, heading south. It clings and pulls, a playful tease, Twisting around with carefree ease.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets