childrens poetry
Nostalgia-inducing poetry inspired by our earliest favorites; from Dr. Seuss to Mother Goose, children’s poetry is all grown up.
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 3 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 3 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 3 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Silent Pen
Poets live in a world that most people pass by without noticing. To them, every scattered leaf is a letter and every quiet breeze is a sentence traveling without sound. Zaryab, a thoughtful young poet, believed this deeply. He was known among his friends as someone who never spoke too much, yet whose words could calm storms when written on paper.
By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets
The Voices Beneath the Moonlight
In a small town called Dar-e-Noor, where the streets were lined with quiet tea stalls and dusty bookshops, a group of boys gathered every Friday evening beneath the old banyan tree. They called themselves The Moonlight Poets. None of them were famous, none of them had published books, and most of them were still students trying to balance homework with dreams. Yet, what they shared was greater than fame—they shared a love for words.
By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets
The Circle of Ink
In a quiet corner of the old city, where bicycle bells and street vendors blended into a familiar melody, four boys met every evening at a small tea stall called Chai Baithak. They were not famous poets, not even published writers—just friends with notebooks full of thoughts they believed were too heavy for ordinary conversations.
By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets
“Whispers of the Pen: Journeys of Poetic Minds and Creative Spirits”
In the quiet corners of every city, small groups of men gather—not just to write, but to breathe life into words. These poets are not bound by fame or recognition; they are driven by the irresistible pull of creativity and the joy of expression. Each line they craft carries intention, every verse a reflection of thought, emotion, and the shared human experience.
By EchoVerse Poet3 months ago in Poets
The Ink-Bound Brotherhood
In the heart of the old city of Hilstone, there was a forgotten garden behind a dusty public library. Most people passed by it without paying attention—except a group of boys who believed that words had the power to change the world. They called themselves The Ink-Bound Brotherhood.
By Muhammad Saad 3 months ago in Poets
