childrens poetry

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

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 Historian3 months 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 Historian3 months 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 Michael3 months 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 Traylor3 months 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 𝐑𝐌𝐒3 months 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 Hadi3 months 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 Historian3 months 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 3 months 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 Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
STEVEN BARTLETT
Confident like Steven Bartlett Not a Thatcher like a Margaret Hoping one day comes the joy Wrote a Story with the Toy (Toy Story)
By Haychie_Artist3 months ago in Poets
Շђҽɾҽ’ร α ๓σɳรɬҽɾ iɳ ɬђҽ คɬɬiƈ
There’s a monster in the attic and he’s making quite a stink I’m not usually one to panic but I haven’t slept a wink 👹
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒3 months ago in Poets
“Mindscapes of the Silent Poet”
Beneath an ageless banyan’s crown of wide-spun shade, A quiet poet rested, where whispered memories played. His pen was not of silver, nor dipped in rivers deep, But born of silent thinking where hidden feelings sleep.
By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets