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Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
The sun crawls its way past the horizon.
Snow dissolves into the abyss beneath the soil,
Clouds gather upon tradition.
All that lives droils.
Suddenly floral colors are slung across the sky,
Humid winds make their way
Past the joyful birds soaring high.
The leaves begin to sing and sway.
They all sing in harmony,
What a beautiful melody they make.
Their voices align perfectly,
Soothing all the aches.
The fruits ripen and come alive,
The hills sprout with a new cover.
Animals and insects strive,
The colors of life uncover.
Spring has arrived.
Along with its grace to heal.
Spring will revive,
An ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
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I turn and hear them
Soft, quiet, chirping voices
Speaking by music ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
Blue sky
Yellow sun
Trees green
Packing done
House is quiet
Quiet still
The only sound
Is fridge
Drill drill
Owl watches
Spinning chair
Spikey brush
Tangled hair ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
(Stare the large window.)
I stare out of the large window frosted in sunlight. The seagulls debate early in the morning, flying high over the tipped-up roofs.
(Sunlight-seagulls debate in morning.)
(High the tipped-up roofs.)
My ears open, letting in the rushing sound of crashing, golden waves. I imagine them smacking themselves against the rocks.
(Open letting in sound.)
(Them smacking against.)
One by one each bubbling valley opening to a crash of white thunder, stretching out across the crawling sand, licking up pebbles before dragging them back under the sea.
(Up pebbles.)
Stare the large ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
“Papa, why do you look so stern?” “Hannah—”
“I just want this to turn—”
“We can’t have this conversation this much.”
My father pulls away at my gentle touch.
At this, salty pools in my eyes begin to leak,
I suddenly feel shy and meek.
I turn my back and run outside.
I run for somewhere else to hide.
I run through my secret hedge tunnel,
run so fast I almost stumble.
Coming to the wood shed-house,
I crawl to the corner like a tiny field mouse.
I hug my knees, let the rivers run down my cheek,
there’s a cut on my knee,
I don’t care, I don’t speak.
But my mind is racing:
Why, why why is he so sad ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
The Morning is here and the children all let out a cheer.
The Sunset said goodbye. He yawned.
The children said good night.
It’s dark and scary.
But I am brave.
Drop after drop we look outside.
Nothing comes back ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
1M ago
I gleamed across the ocean,
As I stood up on the lighthouse.
Before I realized anything,
A light shined on me.
The sound of waves
Scared me
I had to rush inside.
As usual,
I purred ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
3M ago
The moon glances over at you as if to tell a secret,
It whispers of the world coming alive,
The stars shining,
The quiet symphony,
And the distant beauty of it all ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
3M ago
Poetry is like
how sometimes, if you try hard enough,
for just a second
you can see a spiderweb,
in the sunlight.
After that,
it’s gone, no matter how hard you look.
Poetry is chaos written out on paper.
Poetry is what might happen,
if the universe took a pencil in hand
and wrote something.
Poetry is a song not meant to be sung.
Poetry is the feeling of a sunset or a sunrise.
Or maybe
it’s not ..read more
Stone Soup » Children's Poems
3M ago
My sneakers, sneakers, sneakers
They call me every day
So I can put them on
Hooray, Hooray!
Oh sneakers,
I’m coming, I’m coming
I have to put my socks on first ..read more