childrens poetry

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

Allergy Season
I am able, my life is stable, Though I dangle on a cable. I can see, I need to sneeze, 1 2 3 4 in a row, I have allergies.
By Cullen Hoggan4 years ago in Poets
A Child’s Laughter
The sweet sweet sound, That my ears have found. Some might damage, Some might hurt. In an ocean of silence, Your pitch will be the guidance.
By Sophia Gilbertson4 years ago in Poets
rambling on
You're laughter and joy and every gift and every toy that I've loved and I've lost but I loved way too much so I found them again. And you're the sun and the stars and Saturn and Mars and Venus and Neptune and even Earth too. And with all of life's struggles your soft morning snuggles are heaven and everything else left in between. And if things just get worse and not better, I'm happy that one day you lent me your sweater and I got to imagine and think of for real how comfy and cozy and fuzzy you'd feel when you're doing the things that you do looking cute. And people love silver and people love gold and people apparently love doing what they're told but i love the perfectly imperfect jokes that you tell and the way that you smell and the love that you give and the life that we live. And now I recognize beauty in the birds and the bees because beauty is simple and warming and free, and the world can be hurtful and scary indeed but the meaning of life is hearing you snore next to me and even if there's lots more beaches and mountains to see, together is always the best place to be.
By Annika La Vina 4 years ago in Poets
It is what it is
It is what it is It is what it is, she said Whilst ruffling the hair on his head Sometimes it's better to just live life with ease
By cally palm4 years ago in Poets
THE CASE OF THE MISSING SMILE | CHILDREN POEM
“Now this looks like a very interesting case,” Detective Peterson said aloud, as she reviewed the huge stack of reports on her desk.“I think I will handle this one myself.”
By sajid ali4 years ago in Poets
The Christmas Pumpkin
The Christmas Pumpkin grows only when it's cold. It's a frosty white, with a special type of glow. It almost seems to sparkle, it certainly steals the show!
By Zyllah Candelaria4 years ago in Poets
Fairies in the Flowers
Tiptoe through the flowers Softly through the grove Playing there for hours All the fairies go Soaking up the moonbeams
By Whitney Roden4 years ago in Poets
Chef Cheese And His Rat
Much later I began to understand that Trying to interpret the aggressive rat Who sat Smirking and fat
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Poets
THE DRAGON MALIGNED
Once deep in the forest, lived the five-headed dragon, interaction might lead to a sorest. Traveling by circus wagon, was the scared and frightened dragon.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
My Beautiful Cat
My beautiful cat, in the shade of orange, Wants some toast and would like some porridge. He looks for the oats, And also gets toast.
By Tyler Stuart4 years ago in Poets
Something Wild This Way Comes
The title is a mix of Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes and Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. I also owe many inspirational thanks to Shel Silverstein’s poetry from Where the Sidewalk Ends, Jumanji by Chris Van Allsburg, and Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Waterson.
By Jason Hauser4 years ago in Poets
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: A Poem
There was a boy named Harry who found out he was magic, But the story of this kid is quite tragic. His parents were killed by he-who-must-not-be-named,
By Carly Visaggio4 years ago in Poets