childrens poetry

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

Made in the Sky
Cora was a beauty dream Who cannot come true God decided to take my angel When my heart was of love full. What can I do with all my love
By Rosa Leon F7 years ago in Poets
Nana the Little Goat
I have a little goat, Nana is her name, She rubs every morning Like she is burning in flames. It's difficult to follow her
By Rosa Leon F7 years ago in Poets
Tipsy Love
Tipsy, a cute basset is madly in love with a mouse She found him in the house He was hiding when she flushed him out She gave him a big kiss on the mouth
By Brigitteromina Pace7 years ago in Poets
The Spy and the Bird. Top Story - November 2018.
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem with me and this is what we came up with LOL.)
By LIFE MAZI7 years ago in Poets
Snow Globe
The hill behind the cabin teemed with evergreens that year, That glistened in the light and stood like soldiers set to march.
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets
The Little Caterpillar
Because my body is different from yours I cannot fly like a bird Because my worries are heavier than yours I cannot fly like a bird
By W i n d ō NYC7 years ago in Poets
My Very Eager Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas
Do you wanna go to Mercury? The smallest planet, closest to the sun. Or what about Jupiter, with the storms. A whirlpool could be so much fun.
By Janice Page7 years ago in Poets
The Girl Who Jumped
There was a girl so very young with dreams so very high One day she started out with dreams to reach the sky She jumped and jumped and jumped and jumped
By Shawna Holley7 years ago in Poets
First and Only
My First and Only Son; how strong and beautiful you have become. Though I was not there in flesh; I was always watching you in Spirit. I always thought of you when the first star in the night sky lit.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
Pastel Coloured Dreams
How did we get to this place we said we wouldn’t? To this place we surely knew we shouldn’t. Eerie and damp is the boneyard of dreams.
By Ahsif Khair Mohammad7 years ago in Poets
My Little Rose
This beautiful little rose began as a empty little seed; ready to be nurtured, ready to feed. Her name is Rose, my little rosebud. I knew when she was born, she would grow in Grace, Beauty, and Love. Rose I named her, for the vision of her in my mind. I knew in my heart she will grow to shine. Her beauty will sink ships by the thousands, her Grace will stretch over all the lands; she will grow to be the Glory of Man.
By Mindy Sleeper7 years ago in Poets
A Great Playroom
A great playroom is always clean, With happy people who are never mean. If I take a toy out, I'll put it back. Not before I'm finished with it.
By kristiena manbeck7 years ago in Poets