childrens poetry

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

Motherhood
Just to squish those chubby cheeks, Just to tickle little feet. Just to chase, to run, Just to have a day of fun. Just to watch them sleep at night,
By Knieka Hodgson8 years ago in Poets
Son-shine
dear son, every single part of me loves you. i have to be honest and tell you i wasn't ready for you, you wasn't planned.
By Kiah Hashmi8 years ago in Poets
Our Time
Our time... Our days have been and gone so fast, too soon it's so unfair. I watch you sing as we drive along the A12, the sunlight reflects from your hair.
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
A Short Poem
The apple of my eye My future child Wild are my thoughts of what your hue will be A gleeful baby who giggles With cheer
By Joel Fountain8 years ago in Poets
Your First Day at Nursery...
Your First Day At Nursery It’s Your first day at Nursery, I don’t know who’s more nervous… You... Or me. I’m so scared of what the future holds…
By Steven Baldry8 years ago in Poets
Paddington Station
We have reached your destination We're at Paddington station That's what I thought they said I rushed of the train And In that moment
By Shannon N8 years ago in Poets
Stop Bullying
Children are fragile to the touch That is why kind words mean so much Kids have different weight and height So, when bullies target someone he or she uses force with all their might
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
Little Hearts
Eyes full of curiosity, hearts composed of searching. With youthful philosophy dripping from their pink lips, they travel through this unjust world. They tire their small muscles discovering, collecting, experience after experience. Their hearts are full and they fill my heart; with their silly and soft words, with the ever present challenge of time and it’s fleeting. I try, yes I try not hard enough, to be a home for those little minds, a warm comfort in this rough world of confusion.
By Trudy Blough8 years ago in Poets
Eulogy
It's hard enough to sum up a life Once someone has died A piece of writing is not enough To express just how hard a person tried
By Meg Bradbury8 years ago in Poets
Your Angel Above
Don't cry for me child at the grave for I will not be there, look right beside you and wipe those tears. You won't be able to see me
By Stephanie Lifton8 years ago in Poets
Introducing Joey
This is Joey, He is a black lab, He can’t do anything special, He doesn’t dab! He was born with a bent tail, It makes him unique,
By Alice Benham8 years ago in Poets
Mess
"I am a mess” I say, more sure of it than before I was 22 And less sure of why. “I am a mess” I say, unapologetically, not seeking councel
By B Day8 years ago in Poets