childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
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
Whispers of the Rising Dawn
When dawn begins to rise, it carries a secret that only the early world hears. It is the sound of hope stretching its wings, the whisper of possibilities brushing against the horizon, the gentle promise that every day is a new chance to begin again. In the valley of Edenbrook, where hills curve like sleeping giants and rivers hum ancient lullabies, the rising dawn is celebrated not as a moment but as a miracle.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
“The City Where Poems Wake”
“The City Where Poems Wake” In a valley between two mountains, Where dawn walks slowly like a shy traveler, There stood a strange and wondrous city— A city where poems woke before the sun did, Where words had wings And silence knew how to sing.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Echoes of Gentle Pens
In a peaceful town woven with cobblestone paths and whispering trees, there existed a quiet circle known as the Community of Gentle Pens. They were poets—men of calm thoughts, steady hands, and hearts that beat in the rhythm of unsaid verses.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Path Lit by Quiet Dreams
The sun dipped low behind the mountains, painting the sky with shades of orange and gold. In the quiet of the evening, a young boy named Ayaan sat beneath an old banyan tree that grew at the edge of his village. This tree was his favorite place in the world — a place where worries softened and thoughts became clearer. He carried with him an old notebook, its pages filled with half-written poems, scattered thoughts, and dreams too shy to speak aloud.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Lanterns of Quiet Words
Poetry does not arrive like thunder. It comes softly, like the lantern glow that spreads patiently through a dark room. In a small town where nights were full of silent stars, there lived a circle of poets who believed that words were not just sentences—they were pieces of the soul.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
