childrens poetry

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

Voices That Heal the Sky
In the circle of poets, where soft minds rise, Thoughts bloom like dawn across quiet skies. We stitch broken moments with threads of light, Turning shadows gentle, giving hope its flight.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
To My Precious Daughter
Always my source of brightest light At war with yourself, a constant fight Charming always but doubts her right To befriend the world that’s dark as night
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Untriggered.
A little girl waved at a dog that barked, like thunder tearing through barbwire. Still, she waved.. braver, louder, unbothered,
By Marvelous Michaelabout a month ago in Poets
Dolphins Swim
Dolphins in the surf in their own turf. Swimming, leaping, never weeping. The world is theirs, the rightful heirs. They own the sea,
By Dean Traylorabout a month ago in Poets
🎃 ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ 🎃. Top Story - September 2024.
If you ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ ㅤㅤㅤon ꉓꍏꀎ꒒ꀸꋪꂦꈤ ꌗ꓄ꋪꍟꍟ꓄ you’re sure to get a fright That’s why some kids will stay ㅤㅤㅤfar, far away
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒about a month ago in Poets
My Fingers Tasted of Memory
My fingers tasted of memory— salted with the past I never meant to keep, soft with the echoes of moments I thought I’d outgrown.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn Story-Poem of the Psychological Poets Society In a quiet hidden corner of the world, There lived a city woven not with bricks but with words— A place where the poets of the Psychological Society walked, Each carrying a lantern lit with thoughts, And a heart that tried every day to understand the soul.
By Muhammad Saad about a month ago in Poets
The Canvas Calls
The colors dried to cracked remains, the brushes stiff with years of dust. I stood before the empty white, with hands that shook
By The 9x Fawdiabout a month ago in Poets