childrens poetry

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

Winter's Embrace: A Christmas Symphony of Transformation
In the heart of a city cloaked in winter's frost, where the twinkling lights adorned the streets like scattered stardust, there lived a small boy named Oliver. His days were spent in the cold embrace of loneliness, his heart warmed only by the flickering hope that danced within the glow of Christmas lights.
By GabbarGod Gaming (Aditya)2 years ago in Poets
Mercies Upon Our Home
'An elf on the shelf!' my children all moan, 'We want an elf on the shelf of our own!' 'I spoke to Santa and made it real clear,
By Karyn Savage2 years ago in Poets
Friends?
A melancholic frolic That’s what we’re here for They act like you’re important They act like they like you So long as you fit their image of you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
As Soft As
Your skin is so soft, there is nothing to compare it to. That’s why they say “soft as a baby’s bottom”— Comparing you to yourself is all I can do.
By Alana S. Leonard2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of School Days
In the halls where laughter and learning combined, Memories of school, forever enshrined. Lessons taught in classrooms, wisdom's embrace,
By Spark to Shine2 years ago in Poets
Childhood
that change in my day! that changed my way! It's when innocent waves of laughter were born Giggles echoed in the afternoons
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
By ARTIST2 years ago in Poets
Untitled
Untitled (for a child) I. Early morning outside. The air is still and quiet, the birds just waking. Their lilting voices gathering to greet the new day.
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
Smooth play, Ox
My brother often directed These words To me: “Smooth play, ox.” Did he mean ox long pips Which may be smooth but My backhand was not.
By Barbara Steinhauser 2 years ago in Poets
Downslide
Summer sun, chase me down the slippery slope. Bright blue slide. Mulch, catch me.
By Jenna Sedi2 years ago in Poets
"Embers of Desire"
In the forge of passion, where flames aspire, A wing of fire, fueled by deep desire. In the crucible of longing, it takes flight,
By Mubashira Kachhot2 years ago in Poets
Lullaby
Babe, in your cradle lay, Gently swing you back and forth, May all your life be smooth, Kept on course, kept on course.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets