childrens poetry

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

The Frog's Friendship
Once there was a lonely frog who loved to eat bugs and swim underwater. One day, the frog approached a goose and said, "Good morning, Goose. Would you like to be my best friend?"
By Deanna Cassidy5 years ago in Poets
A Bedtime Story?
It was a time of fire, of wind, sea and sand, a time when giants would walk through the land, And Fergus the giant, where else would he be, but sat on the beach, looking out to the sea.
By Snow5 years ago in Poets
Sailing into a Dream: My Encounters with the Poem, ‘Wynken, Blynken, and Nod’
With leaden eyes, and thoughts slowly ebbing towards the future, the children’s poem, “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod” by Eugene Field (1850-1895) always gently rocked my dreary mind at bedtime, like a “wee one’s trundle-bed.”
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Poets
Looking for the Lorax
They say the sky was once blue, the floor covered in green; We had food to eat and the drinking water was clean. Teeth were white and our homes were safe
By Malia5 years ago in Poets
The Magic Horns. Top Story - July 2021.
In a magical forest, small children would play, Skipping hand in hand, all night and all day. These children were different, with horns on their heads.
By Meghan Watt5 years ago in Poets
Cinderella
*Step-mother gives her version of events* Cinderella, Cinderella Poor girl, I hear you say. Made to live up in the attic
By Deborah Robinson5 years ago in Poets
Things that look like things. Top Story - July 2021.
I have always loved simple rhyming stories for small children, especially when they are a little bit goofy and imaginative.
By Michèle Nardelli5 years ago in Poets
Twas the Night before Yuletide...
I believed in Santa Clause until I was ten years old. My grandmother would recite this wonderful tale from memory. Even after I stopped believing, this magical tale was still requested every year.
By Petunia5 years ago in Poets
The Field of Dreams
I remember rocking my son as a newborn. I was feeding him a bottle and humming to him softly. I began to wonder what infants dream about. I recalled the saying "The Field of Dreams," which stood out to me. Taking that to heart, I began what I originally called "Ovandos Lullaby," after the name of my son. Slowly the short story came to life. I have always thought that babies' dreams must be so surreal. This story I hold close to my heart. I Imagined my baby boy drifting off to sleep, fully trusting in his parents to take care of him and be there for him. Who watches over him while he sleeps? As I glanced around his room, I saw a little lion and elephant poking their heads out of a Noah's Ark figurine that was on his shelf. I couldn't help but smile as I wove the both of them in the story as his travel companions and protectors in the night.
By Konner Moshier5 years ago in Poets
All Tangled up in Blue
Early one morning, the sun was shining And I called my friend, Saying “Let’s get together in afternoon blue.”
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Poets
When I was a young boy
When I was a young boy - Memories of the Riley Days Parade of Flowers Greenfield, IN - Celebrating James Whitcomb Riley When I was a young boy,
By James L Wells5 years ago in Poets
Night Mare
I ride with a mind full of phantoms and storms, I ride with a heartfull of stone. I ride and my soul flings out black tassled silence,
By Jackson Howling5 years ago in Poets