childrens poetry

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

The Lanterns of Quiet Poetry
In the quiet corners of the world, poets gather like lanterns waiting to be lit. Each mind carries a small spark—sometimes gentle, sometimes bright—but always ready to rise. In this place of shared words, they learn that poetry is not only written but lived. A single line can calm a storm, and a simple metaphor can heal a tired heart.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
Where Poets Gather Light
In a circle made of verses, where quiet hearts unite, Poets gather in the morning to share their seeds of light. They paint the air with whispers that rise like gentle rain, Turning shadows into colors, turning sorrow into gain.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
Voices That Heal the Sky
In the circle of poets, where soft minds rise, Thoughts bloom like dawn across quiet skies. We stitch broken moments with threads of light, Turning shadows gentle, giving hope its flight.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
To My Precious Daughter
Always my source of brightest light At war with yourself, a constant fight Charming always but doubts her right To befriend the world that’s dark as night
By Jesse Lee4 months ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Untriggered.
A little girl waved at a dog that barked, like thunder tearing through barbwire. Still, she waved.. braver, louder, unbothered,
By Marvelous Michael4 months ago in Poets
Dolphins Swim
Dolphins in the surf in their own turf. Swimming, leaping, never weeping. The world is theirs, the rightful heirs. They own the sea,
By Dean Traylor4 months ago in Poets
🎃 ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ 🎃. Top Story - September 2024.
If you ꓄ꋪꀤꉓꀘ-ꂦꋪ-꓄ꋪꍟꍏ꓄ ㅤㅤㅤon ꉓꍏꀎ꒒ꀸꋪꂦꈤ ꌗ꓄ꋪꍟꍟ꓄ you’re sure to get a fright That’s why some kids will stay ㅤㅤㅤfar, far away
By 𝐑𝐌𝐒4 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn Story-Poem of the Psychological Poets Society In a quiet hidden corner of the world, There lived a city woven not with bricks but with words— A place where the poets of the Psychological Society walked, Each carrying a lantern lit with thoughts, And a heart that tried every day to understand the soul.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets