childrens poetry

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

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 Fawdi4 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 Fawdi4 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 Fawdi4 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 Kristian4 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 Lambert4 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 4 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 Lambert4 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 Lambert4 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 4 months ago in Poets
The Poet Who Spoke to Shadows
M Mehran In a city that never slept, there was a street that seemed invisible unless you were looking for it. The locals called it Whisper Lane, a narrow cobblestone alley lined with shuttered shops and flickering lanterns. At the very end, hidden behind a curtain of ivy, was a small bookstore and café called Ink & Echoes. People said it was a place where poets went to lose themselves—and sometimes, to find something entirely unexpected.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
The Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
When We Take the Car
when we take the car I look out the window when the hills roll past these waves of roasted seaweed with chunks of salt fold!
By Thomas Bryant4 months ago in Poets