childrens poetry

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

Salt, Not Sugar
He did not call us to be sugar on the tongue, To melt into the moment, To sweeten every room until truth dissolved. Sugar wins smiles,
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Decisions That Make Us
People swear change arrives in January, wrapped in fresh calendars and clean promises, in vision boards pinned with borrowed dreams,
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Tea Cat
A cat on my lap is herbal tea for the soul, fluffed with warmth and purrs.
By J. Jay2 months ago in Poets
Pitter Patter
bare feet on the floor then you crawled into bed curled into me
By Kelsey Kidder2 months ago in Poets
Be My Neverland
Take me to a place like Neverland, A fun place where I never have to be a man, Where I can jump and run and fight for fun,
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
Hazelnut
Eileen, Figurine, Tangerine and Hazelnut are sisters. Eileen is the eldest. She has yellow hair. Yellow is also the colour of Figurine’s favourite dancing dress.
By Marie Wilson2 months ago in Poets
The Blessing Of Closed Doors
This year, some doors shook as they shut, echoing louder than my prayers. Others eased themselves closed quietly, as if You wiped the dust from their hinges with care.
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Standoff. Top Story - December 2025.
Who is in control? Writer or character? Choose wisely my friend. ---------------------------------
By J. Jay2 months ago in Poets
The Echo of a Vanished Love
That person arrived out of nowhere, Only to drift away into the distant unknown. I once dreamt they would stay by my side, In the humble cottage of our love, forever home. Days turned to months, and months into years, Time flowed on, leaving me behind. I wonder now, in the life they lead, Is it happiness and joy they find?
By Brain message0012 months ago in Poets
Beware Innocent Daughter
Young woman that’s funny and unsure, awkward, lanky, undeveloped, demure. Hides behind her long hair curled forward. Your allure is the thing that men adore.
By Jesse Lee2 months ago in Poets
Human Psychological Poetry
Human Psychological Poetry The mind travels without moving. Thoughts rise like unseen waves. Silence becomes a place of healing. Questions shape the path forward.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry2 months ago in Poets