childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
Lanterns of the Living
Lanterns of the Living Verse In the quiet breath of morning, when the sky learns how to shine, And the world begins its waking with a whispered, fragile line, There appears a gentle circle where the poets come to stand, Holding pens that glow like lanterns in the cradle of their hand.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
Where Quiet Minds Learn to Shine
In a small corner of the world, where the sunrise paints gold on the silent earth, a community of poets gathers—not in one place, but in one spirit. They come carrying lanterns made not of fire, but of words, each shining with the quiet strength of their thoughts.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
The Poet Who Spoke to Shadows
M Mehran In a city that never slept, there was a street that seemed invisible unless you were looking for it. The locals called it Whisper Lane, a narrow cobblestone alley lined with shuttered shops and flickering lanterns. At the very end, hidden behind a curtain of ivy, was a small bookstore and café called Ink & Echoes. People said it was a place where poets went to lose themselves—and sometimes, to find something entirely unexpected.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Poets
The Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Poets
The Lanterns of Quiet Poetry
In the quiet corners of the world, poets gather like lanterns waiting to be lit. Each mind carries a small spark—sometimes gentle, sometimes bright—but always ready to rise. In this place of shared words, they learn that poetry is not only written but lived. A single line can calm a storm, and a simple metaphor can heal a tired heart.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
