childrens poetry

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

The Grammar of Light
Morning opens its book without noise. No bell is rung, no voice is named. Light arrives the way truth often does— patient, unannounced, undeniable.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Where Silence Learns to Sing
At first, there was silence— not the heavy kind that bruises the ears, but a listening silence, the sort the earth keeps before rain decides its name.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Daffodils of the Living Voice
At dawn, the meadow learns to breathe, soft light unfolding like a held note released. Daffodils rise— not merely flowers, but golden microphones rooted in earth, waiting for truth.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Lumina Garden
In realms where starlight softly gleams, A garden born of waking dreams, Where crystal petals, sharp and deep, A silent, shimmering vigil keep.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Sylvan Prism
In realms where silence weaves a silver thread, And earthly blossoms sleep among the dead, A garden gleams, in pure, transcendent light,
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Azure Palate
It is not of berry, nor ocean's spray, But a silent hum on the tongue's soft way. A chill, electric, where twilight sleeps,
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Childlike
Today I sat with a five-year-old boy under an open sky. It was just the two of us on the school oval. I watched him as he rolled and tumbled forward, as if the world spun with him. He crawled beneath soccer nets, dodging imaginary lasers and enemy ninjas. He flung his arms, leapt over tree roots, shouted moves from Ninjago, and declared with full authority that the entire world was under his protection.
By Patrick Kristian2 months ago in Poets
The Outsider
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Lanterns of the Living
Lanterns of the Living Verse In the quiet breath of morning, when the sky learns how to shine, And the world begins its waking with a whispered, fragile line, There appears a gentle circle where the poets come to stand, Holding pens that glow like lanterns in the cradle of their hand.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Alabaster Box
They whispered when I entered, their glances sharp as knives— a woman with a history unwelcome in their eyes. But shame had grown too heavy,
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
A Mother And A Manger
She held the promise of heaven in the curve of her trembling hands, a miracle wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid upon the straw-soft land.
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
Where Quiet Minds Learn to Shine
In a small corner of the world, where the sunrise paints gold on the silent earth, a community of poets gathers—not in one place, but in one spirit. They come carrying lanterns made not of fire, but of words, each shining with the quiet strength of their thoughts.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets