childrens poetry

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

Firefly Wishes
From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today’s prompt, write a wish poem." Firefly Wishes When I was a child, still afraid
By Christina Perry6 years ago in Poets
Lullabies of Raindrops
“Pitter patter. Pitter patter,” The rain sings on as it falls, “‘Tis time to sleep while all things creep Amid these tiny walls.”
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Child
There was a little child Who cuddled a bear. She dance in the autumn With not but a care. She sang to the wind And pranced in the leaves.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Lessons From Elders
In the pale wake of morning, I sat by the tide To find a small spider, Who sat by my side. He sat and he spindled,
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Of Nursery Rhymes
If wishes were clouds, I’d paint you a sky. I’d paint you a heaven more precious than eyes. I’d laugh and I’d giggle at each fluffy pie
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Mr. Teddy at Tea Time
How quietly you sit there watching, You're black pupil eyes now gleaming and laughing, They dance and they shimmer in light of the sun.
By Brianna Lynn Galligan6 years ago in Poets
Akbar and Birbal stories For Kids of Wisdom in the pitcher
Once the King of Sri Lanka sent his messenger to the court of King Akbar and asked him to ask King Akbar to send us a pot of wisdom. The messenger told Akbar according to what his king said- Maharaj! Many intelligent people in your palace are noted for their intelligence, so our Maharaj has asked your palace for wisdom in a pitcher.
By George Herry6 years ago in Poets
My Second Poem By Zora Hosen
Tickity boo, Here’s a magical world for you, Nestled from the palms of wonders and clues, We present to you, Michelle, who has the ability to make your mind cruise.
By Zora & Sarah Blogs6 years ago in Poets
The Brute
When I was but a wee small boy, Before I’d learnt to bat, I played outfield with little joy, Outfield’s not where it’s at.
By PG Barnett6 years ago in Poets
Hodge-Podge the Hedgehog
There once was a hedgehog named Hodge-Podge. He would lodge and dodge, and go here and there, and he danced and pranced,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
One-Eyed Monster
Mom, I know you have the best of intentions, but this one eyed monster causes the worst tensions. We are never free from his eye that always stares,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Words We Say
If you read and speak all day you’ll know this to be absolute some words are there for speakin’ some for art and ill repute
By Abby Siegel6 years ago in Poets