childrens poetry

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

You Came Out Blue
You came out blue, filmy white wedding veil Cone headed pencil top Is it a boy or a girl? Don’t care Not then, not now
By Perdita Stott5 years ago in Poets
George Washington Carver
Cotton sucked the life out of the farmland Cotton picking sucked the life out of man. From any school of choice his color was banned.
By Dayna Clark5 years ago in Poets
Plane Jane and the Window Pane
Miss Emily gave us each a different shade of rounded off glass, mine was the only see-through one ...in the entire class; we had to take it home to reflect and then to write,
By Katherine Rinas5 years ago in Poets
Johnno
Johnno was a little boy He loved to laugh and joke He had the biggest smile that you had ever seen Yellow was his colour, the jaundice made him so
By Annette Billett5 years ago in Poets
Black on White
All white with tidy patterns Perfectly rise and fall in tiny rows In black with no distractions Through the rhythm the world of words will grow.
By Ivan Denton5 years ago in Poets
Colour of a Heart
Colour is central to all of our lives. The survival of the entire animal kingdom depends on it. Initially distinguished by our biological colour
By Veronica Amodeo5 years ago in Poets
My Purple Embrace
Purple proudly sparkles like precious gems unfound. Only, lucky for me she is everywhere. From the art that hangs in every room of our home.
By Elizabeth Killea5 years ago in Poets
Being Equal is Everyone Getting The Same Thing.
We are all different, but that’s okay! We are all special in our very own kind of way! What will forever make us forever the same?
By Ceo Of Dying5 years ago in Poets
The Wish Woods
Hi, I'm Ethan; I just turned twelve two days ago. I live in the small town of Speck; this is my dog, Peck, he just had a birthday. He is a year old now. That's fifteen in dog years. When he is two, you add nine years. At three, that's four more. So at that time, he will be twenty-eight, man, that's old.
By A. Keith Clement5 years ago in Poets
Scoops of Green
Occasions to celebrate was a fleeting feeling savored for nostalgia. Little me would be treated to the all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
By Chai Savathasuk5 years ago in Poets
Scoops of Green
Occasions to celebrate was a fleeting feeling savored for nostalgia. Little me would be treated to the all-you-can-eat seafood buffet.
By Chai Savathasuk5 years ago in Poets
My Forever Sunflower
Sunshine in my heart, Sunshine in my soul, Know that I will love you Where ever it is we go Yellow was your colour As I spoke to you inside
By Amanda Clair5 years ago in Poets