childrens poetry

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

Twas the Night before Yuletide...
I believed in Santa Clause until I was ten years old. My grandmother would recite this wonderful tale from memory. Even after I stopped believing, this magical tale was still requested every year.
By Petunia5 years ago in Poets
The Field of Dreams
I remember rocking my son as a newborn. I was feeding him a bottle and humming to him softly. I began to wonder what infants dream about. I recalled the saying "The Field of Dreams," which stood out to me. Taking that to heart, I began what I originally called "Ovandos Lullaby," after the name of my son. Slowly the short story came to life. I have always thought that babies' dreams must be so surreal. This story I hold close to my heart. I Imagined my baby boy drifting off to sleep, fully trusting in his parents to take care of him and be there for him. Who watches over him while he sleeps? As I glanced around his room, I saw a little lion and elephant poking their heads out of a Noah's Ark figurine that was on his shelf. I couldn't help but smile as I wove the both of them in the story as his travel companions and protectors in the night.
By Konner Moshier5 years ago in Poets
All Tangled up in Blue
Early one morning, the sun was shining And I called my friend, Saying “Let’s get together in afternoon blue.”
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Poets
When I was a young boy
When I was a young boy - Memories of the Riley Days Parade of Flowers Greenfield, IN - Celebrating James Whitcomb Riley When I was a young boy,
By James L Wells5 years ago in Poets
Night Mare
I ride with a mind full of phantoms and storms, I ride with a heartfull of stone. I ride and my soul flings out black tassled silence,
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets
Dreaming of Golden Mist
"Lay, my sweet child, and take a deep breath. Breathe in, breathe out. No need to stress. Imagine a bright purple sky and the warm breeze on your skin.
By Hope Shelley5 years ago in Poets
The Kind And Charming Vampire
Whose vampire is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite happy though. Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
By Kandel gita5 years ago in Poets
Scrappy's Big Day
Scrappy the Yorkie was a small dog, Not much bigger than your average bullfrog. He hoped that one day he would grow much bigger,
By Jennifer Christiansen5 years ago in Poets
Sleep Little Bunny Don't You Cry
Ages 0 - Up This is a Lullaby Song I wrote as a kid to help me sleep at night and now that I'm now a mom. I sing this to my 3 year old Daughter. It works try this for your children.
By Tausha Henry5 years ago in Poets
The Musician and the Musician
See the flapping of the musician, I think he's angry at the superstition. He finds it hard to see the bird, Overshadowed by the wild subordinate word.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
The Gentleman and the Nurse
See the swimming of the gentleman, I think he's angry at the gentlemen. He finds it hard to see the cow, Overshadowed by the fast prow.
By samyog kandel5 years ago in Poets
Just for Giggles
I’ve always hated poetry, and really only read it when I thought I was supposed to like it. Really, whatever deeper meaning or message I was supposed to glean from the sparse stanzas just went right over my head. It’s the same reason I don’t like Ernest Hemingway novels either, but that’s a different story.
By Sarah Shea5 years ago in Poets