childrens poetry

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

Baby G 1, 2, 3
Baby G 1, 2, 3 I'll tell you what you mean to me. Baby G 1, 2, 3 I'll tell you what you mean to me. One) You're the light of my world.
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
Weekday Words
On and on, the days go by -- a moment at a time. Just for fun, while we spin around the Sun, say this handy rhyme: Sunday is a fun day to rest, or sing, or pray.
By Casper Tales4 years ago in Poets
Fairy Dust
Chloe awoke with a feeling of awe, While Mack, on the carpet, sat licking his paws. She got out of bed and walked across the room,
By E M4 years ago in Poets
Where Dreams Are Made
If all the world seems tough to handle just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. As you sleep and look around all the pretty things you found. When you are all ready to come back to us just open your eyes and fade back here. Back to the land where you were born. Cause all the pretty things shall be yours someday but right now it may seem too hard to handle. Just do what I once told you to. Just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. And as you sleep look around at all the pretty things to be found. If you only remember one thing that I have told you. Make it be this one wish I have for you. When all is tough and too much just close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made. Cause all the pretty things that are found will calm you down and make all seem right again. And when all is right I will be here waiting for you to open your eyes and fade back to the land where you were born. Just know I love you so very much as you close your eyes and drift away to a land where dreams are made.
By Lillibeth Rayanne4 years ago in Poets
Captain Mickey
Once upon a time, Long ago. Lived a mouse named Mickey. He had his very own show. He got captured by pirates. Became one of their own.
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
Bear Story
Once upon a time, there were 100 Megamort Bears, and they were all named Doctor Megamort. One day they wanted to make Megamort Porridge for breakfast. But the Megamort Porridge was too hot to eat. While they were waiting for it to cool down, there was a knock at the door.
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
just like them
Cherry wiped the cold mud off of her Chocolate skin and stood up quickly. The boys played too rough for her, but she wouldn't cry or complain because they would then call her a baby, and she was a big girl now.
By Blake Lockhart4 years ago in Poets
Bring Back the Childhood
Take this wealth too, take this fame too Take away my youth from me But give me back that summer of childhood That paper boat, that rainwater
By NF4 years ago in Poets
Heather The Sailer
My mother told me “hotter” ain’t an explanation for “harder” even when Mr.” Walter” makes it seem more “tougher” than “heather” the “sailer” and his tales of the wounded “waters”
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
Little Girl, Little Girl
Little girl footprints on the beach Little girl, darling, so much I will teach Little girl, playing with the shells
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Bourgnew's Christmastime Season
Tis the season that winter brings Darkness, pain and toil. With rivers still and valleys hollowed Be still my heart and hearts of Bourgnew for the Christmastime
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
A Long Ride Home
Driving home An hour and a half to go In the worst rainstorm ever Thankful it wasn't snow The cars slowly come to a stop
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets