childrens poetry

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

(sighs) I'm different - I am, are you??
He stared at me, I know he thought I said something - but.. I don't know, I need friends!? I don't know why it's difficult to explain - "NOT" being ATTRACTIVE!?
By 365poetry28 days ago in Poets
To the girl I never gave birth
I didn’t bear you, I didn’t birth you, But your presence makes my heart melt, your touch stirs something I’ve never felt.
By Chaotic Minnie28 days ago in Poets
Official Notice: Preservation of the Heart
Attention. This is an official notice to all residents of the inner landscape. Your heart requires daily inspection. Neglect may lead to quiet corrosion, unnoticed at first, creeping through thoughts like fog through a forest.
By Sound and Spirit29 days ago in Poets
Micheal Jackson "A bedtime story"
🌟 “Michael and the Moonlit Melody Michael. Michael wasn’t just any boy—he had a gift A bedtime story Once upon a soft, starry night, in a cozy little town where music floated through the air like fireflies, there lived a boy named Michael. Michael wasn’t just any boy—he had a gift hidden inside him, a gentle glow that only came out when the world grew quiet.
By Organic Products about a month ago in Poets
Playing with my Food
I sit at my chair playing with my hair the strawberry mash in my mouth clinging to my chin, dripping down.
By Thomas Bryantabout a month ago in Poets
he wanted me. Top Story - January 2026. Content Warning.
he wanted me to need him instead of being real and confident. he wanted me to question everything instead of be deliberate and make my dreams come true.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a month ago in Poets
Love Is Strength
Love is not the absence of pain, It is standing when storms arrive. It is choosing to stay soft inside In a world that teaches us to survive.
By Artical Mediaabout a month ago in Poets
Rise Within
You are not weak for feeling pain, Nor small for shedding tears. Every scar you carry inside Is proof you faced your fears.
By Artical Mediaabout a month ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Rise on Your Own Terms
You don’t have to run where the crowd has gone, Or chase every dream that is loudly drawn. Walk your path, steady, honest, and true,
By Artical Mediaabout a month ago in Poets
"Lost Cat"
Lost Cat. Please call if seen! He only has one eye and it is green. The whiskers on the right curl up, He lost some teeth, and makes a smirky mug
By Salomé Saffiriabout a month ago in Poets