childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
The Boy and His Cat Blue
If I was going to tell you a story. It would be about a boy and his cat Blue. He always wanted a dog, and this his mother knew! When she brought the kitten home and the boy opened the bag. He was no longer happy. He was only sad. He tried to give him a chance so he took him out to play. He wouldn’t fetch a ball. All he wanted to do was lay! So the boy talked to his mom and told her about his thought. The conditions he would make in order to get a dog. The dog would have to be perfect! As perfect as could be! He would have to learn to listen and go outside to poop and pee. He would have to fetch the paper and never scratch on doors. He would have to love the mailman and make sure I’m never bored. So the boy went to the pet store and again he had to ask about this perfect dog that he wanted fast. The man at the pet store said I got just the dog for you! The boy thought to himself hello dog and goodbye Blue! Now Blue wasn’t stupid. He knew what was going on and that if he didn’t make things right then he would soon be gone. So when the boy got home the first thing he saw was Blue. Something was different, something was new! Now the boy still had his duties and still had to feed the cat. He knew as soon as he did Blue would take a nap. But Blue was determined and wasn’t giving up! He ate then wanted to play! He actrf just like a pup. The boy could tell he was trying and then he felt real bad. The mom could see what was happening and decided to help the cat. She took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear. SHE SAID I COULD KEEP YOU BOTH he said while letting out a cheer! That was just the good news they all wanted to hear! So the boy the cat and pup became the best of friends... that’s the story about Blue and this is how it ends.
By Jessica Hodges8 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Toy
I used to be quite furry, but now I'm worn and bare.You loved me lots, you loved me most, and said you would always be there. There were others, shiny new toys that made noise, trains and planes and dolls, and other bears that had more hair, but you loved me most of all. Every night I fought the bad dreams, I chased away your fears! Until one day, you threw me down, and you forgot that I was here.. It's been so many years of me lying all alone, I know you're really busy now but I'll never give up hope. I'm under here among the shoes, the dust, the clothes, the books. I hear you every night in bed and wish I was still snuggled close. It's been so long since I've seen your face, my gosh is it really you? You look so much older now, and I guess that I must to. I don't think you meant to grab me, I was lying close to your sweater. But when you saw me your eyes widened and you grinned from ear to ear. I can't believe it, back on the bed, what a view of our old room! You've moved a few things around I see, as you flop down next to me. I love you lots, I love you most, I'm so glad you remember me.
By Jessica Feral8 years ago in Poets
