childrens poetry

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

Pitter Patter
bare feet on the floor then you crawled into bed curled into me
By Kelsey Kidder13 days ago in Poets
Be My Neverland
Take me to a place like Neverland, A fun place where I never have to be a man, Where I can jump and run and fight for fun,
By Jesse Lee13 days ago in Poets
Hazelnut
Eileen, Figurine, Tangerine and Hazelnut are sisters. Eileen is the eldest. She has yellow hair. Yellow is also the colour of Figurine’s favourite dancing dress.
By Marie Wilson14 days ago in Poets
The Blessing Of Closed Doors
This year, some doors shook as they shut, echoing louder than my prayers. Others eased themselves closed quietly, as if You wiped the dust from their hinges with care.
By Hannah Lambert15 days ago in Poets
Standoff. Top Story - December 2025.
Who is in control? Writer or character? Choose wisely my friend. ---------------------------------
By J. Jay16 days ago in Poets
The Echo of a Vanished Love
That person arrived out of nowhere, Only to drift away into the distant unknown. I once dreamt they would stay by my side, In the humble cottage of our love, forever home. Days turned to months, and months into years, Time flowed on, leaving me behind. I wonder now, in the life they lead, Is it happiness and joy they find?
By MD. Rahmat Ullah17 days ago in Poets
Beware Innocent Daughter
Young woman that’s funny and unsure, awkward, lanky, undeveloped, demure. Hides behind her long hair curled forward. Your allure is the thing that men adore.
By Jesse Lee18 days ago in Poets
Human Psychological Poetry
Human Psychological Poetry The mind travels without moving. Thoughts rise like unseen waves. Silence becomes a place of healing. Questions shape the path forward.
By Muhammad Saad 19 days ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"19 days ago in Poets
The Girl at Platform No. 5: A Diary of Unspoken Farewells
Everyone at the station is in a hurry. Some are chasing dreams, while others are running away from memories. But I sit here, at the corner of the wooden bench, with a pen that knows more secrets than my heart can carry.
By MD. Rahmat Ullah19 days ago in Poets
6 7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡20 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"20 days ago in Poets