By Nikki Giovanni
I always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage...
Explore Poems: Children Subjects
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- By Bert Meyers
Go to sleep my daughter
go to sleep my son
once this world was water
without anyone - By Linda Sue ParkFor someone to read a poem again, and again, and then, having lifted it from page to brain—the easy ...
- By April Halprin WaylandMy sister found them. Read them out loud. She’s so proud, she’s running to our parents waving my poems in the ...
- By April Halprin WaylandThe best clouds in the business are right above me right now. We’re riding in this teal convertible ...
- By Nikki GrimesWhen my dad walks into a room, or down the street, he inches up on me silent as shadow, and I don't ...
- By Nikki GrimesUp till now, the math of my life has been pretty simple: friends plus family plus sports. What more ...
- By Cornelius Eady—Mahogany L. Browne, “On Meditation” Which means, sometimes, you disarm The goon by acting the fool—what they ...
- By Kimberly BlaeserWe all have the same little bones in our foot twenty-six with funny names like navicular. Together they build ...
- By Dawn QuigleyLangston, we too, sing Turtle Island. We are the 574 Nations. They want to hide us In the past tense...
- By Dawn QuigleyTheir memory, do not let it lie fallow On the blue earth banks Which caught the 38 tears As they spilled...
- By Renée WatsonMy body is perfect and imperfect and black and girl and big and thick hair and short legs and scraped...
- By Elizabeth Acevedoit was always the older kids running to Riverside, hiding behind trees and underneath jungle gyms, holding...
- By Michael SimmsThe summer you learned to swim was the summer I learned to be at peace with myself. In May you were ...
- By Tina Boyer BrownImagine the lunchroom, crowded and wary— seating charts a welcome apprehension. Loose-leaf papers spiraled...
- By Michael SimmsIt turns out you can kill the earth, Crack it open like an egg. It turns out you can murder the sea,...
- By Linda Sue ParkTurn off the lights. Wear another layer. (Sounds like a dad.) (Sounds like a mom.) You say hand-me-down...
- By Linda Sue Parkcurve and swoosh of wondrous white brushstroked black the throat and wings modest cap of scarlet stretch...
- By Padma VenkatramanThey ignored the new boy, snickering behind his back. In silence, I stayed safe. My lips pressed together...
- By Padma VenkatramanThink how many long years this tree waited as a seed for an animal or bird or wind or rain to maybe ...