childrens poetry

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

Bear Story
Once upon a time, there were 100 Megamort Bears, and they were all named Doctor Megamort. One day they wanted to make Megamort Porridge for breakfast. But the Megamort Porridge was too hot to eat. While they were waiting for it to cool down, there was a knock at the door.
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
just like them
Cherry wiped the cold mud off of her Chocolate skin and stood up quickly. The boys played too rough for her, but she wouldn't cry or complain because they would then call her a baby, and she was a big girl now.
By Blake Lockhart4 years ago in Poets
Bring Back the Childhood
Take this wealth too, take this fame too Take away my youth from me But give me back that summer of childhood That paper boat, that rainwater
By NF4 years ago in Poets
Heather The Sailer
My mother told me “hotter” ain’t an explanation for “harder” even when Mr.” Walter” makes it seem more “tougher” than “heather” the “sailer” and his tales of the wounded “waters”
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
Little Girl, Little Girl
Little girl footprints on the beach Little girl, darling, so much I will teach Little girl, playing with the shells
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Bourgnew's Christmastime Season
Tis the season that winter brings Darkness, pain and toil. With rivers still and valleys hollowed Be still my heart and hearts of Bourgnew for the Christmastime
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous4 years ago in Poets
A Long Ride Home
Driving home An hour and a half to go In the worst rainstorm ever Thankful it wasn't snow The cars slowly come to a stop
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
Christmas Limericks. Top Story - December 2021.
Santa's elves are making toys For all the girls and boys But I do attest They'll make a mess And also lots of noise ***
By Sarah Loyd4 years ago in Poets
A Poem For My Son
I can remember, When we used to play I miss those days, We would sit there for hours I got to see your happy face
By Amanda J Mollett4 years ago in Poets
Elf on A Shelf: Human Resources Meeting
Holly Jolly, greetings to you all! It's your always friendly and...sometimes annoying Scout Elf Ellie here! It's less than two weeks until I'm back at the North Pole, so it is officially cruch time. I'm sure you're all sick of me and my Elf counterparts by now, so I was talking to the Human Resources Department about how to...well, make you human adults like us more.
By Vonne Vantablack4 years ago in Poets
Boo-boo the Bruise
Oh no what now?! You slipped, fell down! And hurt your little knee These were the words Boo boo the bruise Would always say to me
By Michael Nash4 years ago in Poets
Hand of friendship
Many seasons have changed You are sad too, we are sad too You are not the only one suffering Truth be told, we are also clothed
By NF4 years ago in Poets