childrens poetry

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

"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“Halo of Earth”
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
🍼 "When Liam Smiles, the World pauses"
They say the world is a complicated place. They say we’re all running—chasing, surviving, barely holding on. But then I look at Liam. My baby boy. And everything stops.
By Ahmad Khan6 months ago in Poets
If Emotions Had Colors
Imagine if your heart didn’t just feel—but painted. What if every moment of joy stained your fingertips yellow? Every wave of sadness turned your breath blue?
By Hilal Hussain6 months ago in Poets
Love and Porcupines
Love and porcupines Go together like cyanide and wine A deliciously disastrous embrace 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 Historian6 months ago in Poets
“I Saw Myself in Her Loneliness”
It started on a gray Thursday. The kind of day where the sky forgets to wake up, and everything feels like it’s been covered with a thin sheet of dust. I had signed up to volunteer at the local nursing home—a decision my therapist called “a step forward,” but one that felt more like jumping into water without checking the depth.
By iftikhar habib6 months ago in Poets
Horsey Marriage
She plays all kinds of games, asks me to be part of her whimsical world, and I nod. So on a weekend morning,
By Seema Patel6 months ago in Poets
Crimson Moon Over Solitude
Beneath a sky of velvet dreams, Where silence hums and starlight gleams, A blood-red moon begins to rise— A lantern hung in midnight skies.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Setting Sun
A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
King of the Dying Light
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"I’m Not Okay, But I’ll Write Until I Am"
I’m not okay. And maybe that’s finally okay to say. I’ve worn the mask, the smile that cracked at the edges, like a porcelain doll no one dares to drop.
By Muhammad Saeed6 months ago in Poets