childrens poetry

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

Who Says?
Simon says - touch your nose! Simon says - stretch up tall! Simon says - tweak your toes! Simon says - kiss that wall! Do whatever Simon says! Do it now and do not snooze!
By Vicky Hill5 years ago in Poets
Princess Haylee
Princess Haylee playing in her pool Happy that the summer sun does not cool. The garden hose provides the water fun. Getting cool in the hot summer sun.
By Melissa Bezborotko 5 years ago in Poets
Ice Cream Sonnet
You have some ice cream on your nose I say to my small boy in Spiderman costume. He’s dropped the cone outside the monkey cage,
By Shereen Akhtar5 years ago in Poets
Garden City
a picturesque community where snails dwell overlaid various variations of greenery amidst fresh fragile flourishing flowers
By A. Keith Clement5 years ago in Poets
BEARS
(was playing around with my bear obsession… thought someone might like to add illustrations… clearly the rocky mountain pic is not suitable... haha)
By Jane Hansen5 years ago in Poets
School's Out For the Summer
The last school days drag long in rising heat: the students limp with hot and tired bones, the teachers just as weary, just as beat,
By Dane BH5 years ago in Poets
My Little Gemini
A Gemini named Leo is he. An amalgamation of joyful things. Does he have two sides? Yes, extreme he can be. But both sides are incredible to me.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Poets
Creole In The Jungle
Creole in the Jungle: a Caribbean Counting Rhyme from Belize, Central America by Nancy Hines Bailey (MiNanci) The rhythm is an adaptation of the old counting rhyme: Over in the Meadow by Olive A. Wadsworth . In this lively counting rhyme readers will learn the Creole name for each of the animals mentioned. The mother is named in English and her children “pikney” in Creole. Creole in the Jungle is a wonderful way to learn to count, get a flavor for another culture and peek into the jungle. Have fun and enjoy!
By NJ Hines Bailey5 years ago in Poets
The Shortcut
The Shortcut While the rest of the class practices cursive, I stare through smudged glass at the waiting world outside.
By Hilary Conant5 years ago in Poets
Happiness
Happiness skips in the halls of incandescent candles without a pass or permission. She hums warmly with a busy message meant only for certain tired souls. Greet her with your smile today.
By Raissa Dassel5 years ago in Poets
Handel's Bout
There was this boy named Handel who spoke very little to anyone. Not because he was stubborn but because he did not understand
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
Little Cat's Purpose
One dark, stormy night I arrived at a door, weakened with hunger and soaked to the core. Down on my luck, I lay down and cried.
By Jania Williams5 years ago in Poets