childrens poetry

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

Colorful Dancefloor
Flying their colors for all to see, eyes look back at all his company. Vibrant and true he shows off his display, not many can see it every other day.
By Toby Heward7 months ago in Poets
My Mother
She never asked for praise or gold, Her love was quiet, strong, and bold. In wrinkled hands and tired eyes, I saw her dreams, her silent cries.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Poets
POEM - Chalice Of Light
In the cradle of twilight, where silence is deep, Where the stars stitch dreams in the fabric of sleep, A chalice is born from the hush of the night—
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
MOTHER Love in Poetic WORDS
In the heart's quiet chambers, a mother's love blooms, A radiant force that no darkness consumes. Her hands weave dreams from the threads of the night,
By Am@n Khan 7 months ago in Poets
Bowl Of Light
Bowl of Light The old man sat by the window pane, Watching the world wake up again. No grand estate, no gilded dome,
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves
One day, while Ali Baba was working in the forest, he heard the sound of hooves and saw a cloud of dust. He quickly climbed a tree and saw forty thieves on horseback, carrying bags of treasure. They stopped in front of a large rock. The leader of the thieves stood in front of the rock and shouted:
By Mr Ali7 months ago in Poets
The Case of Vanishing Cookies
A sneaky little sparrow, So bold and so free, Stole cookies for breakfast— Now who’d disagree? I’m back at the bakery. After the last time, I wanted to see if the sparrow is a regular culprit here.
By Staringale7 months ago in Poets
Little Hands, Big Plans
It’s noon, and I’m on my way to pick up my older nephew from kindergarten. Stopping in front of the gates, I spot him—the blue whale bag with squiggly eyes gives him away in the horde of kids.
By Staringale7 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms 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 Historian7 months ago in Poets
Play Pretend. Top Story - June 2025.
Glittering fairies danced in morning light, born of dust bunnies snoozing beneath couch cushions by day. We tried to catch them,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
You-16
So many days I wept over you You thought I leapt over you But in reality I didn’t know what to do My heart has been kept by you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
The Pea Who Wanted to Be a Tree. AI-Generated.
In the back garden of an old brick cottage, where bees hummed like sleepy violins and dandelions tickled your ankles, there grew a line of cheerful pea plants. They climbed little sticks like eager acrobats, their green tendrils curling and stretching toward the sky.
By Kelsey Thorn7 months ago in Poets