This is my playground for poetry written for children with ideas and inspiration for writing your own poems. Come on in. Sit for a spell, have a cup of words to swirl around and make your own cup of poetry. I'm so glad you are here. I hope you'll find the Kingdom of Poetry a fun place to be.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


I don't know why
a caterpillar turns
into a butterfly.

Or why the black comma
of a polliwog
turns into a frog.

All I know
is beauty can come, unexpectedly,
from the most unusual places
like love.

Which is why
I'm writing
this poem
for you. 

   I don't know why, but love poems are hard for me to write.  If I set out to write one, I always feel like I'm blocked.  So many poems have been written about love, that it is hard for me to find something new to write about, or maybe it is just hard for me to expose my feelings.  I don't know.  All I know is when poetry contests have a category for "love poems," I always pass and skip to the next category.  Your poetry challenge for today is to write a poem about all the things you love.  I doesn't have to rhyme.  Try to use all of your senses in the list.  Do you like school, or summer vacation?  What is about vacation that you love?  Have fun making your list.  If you'd like to share, leave your list in the comments below.  Just remember this is a site intended for children and I will censor anything I deem inappropriate for children under 13 years of age.

Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.  Robert Frost, "Birches," 1916.


  1. What a sweet poem, Joy. It made my day.

    1. Thank you, Rosi. Your comments always make me feel good about my humble efforts.

  2. Thanks for sharing Love Poem, Joy. It's beautiful. I took your challenge and spent some time writing a poem this morning. Here it is:


    I love my memories
    of times gone by.
    Their sweetness makes me
    smile, then cry.

    When I hear
    a biscuit cutter
    Grandma’s there with

    When I taste
    a chocolate pie
    I feel my mother
    standing by.

    When I touch
    a skipping stone
    my sisters show
    me how it’s thrown.

    When I smell
    the mountain air
    Grandpa and Dad
    are with me there.

    The sweetness makes me
    smile, then cry.
    I love my memories
    of times gone by.

    2015 Penny Parker Klostermann

    1. Oh look at you go, Miss Penny. What a beautiful poem and I especially like how you've used your senses to make this a very moving poem. Thank you for sharing your poem here.
      Good luck with your excellent new picture book THERE WAS AN OLD DRAGON WHO SWALLOWED A KNIGHT.
      It was you comment about including the "I don't know why" line that got my poem started. Thank you.

  3. Joy,
    I agree that love and beauty can come unexpectedly. My example: I love the beauty of poetry here--a polliwog being described as a black comma.

    1. Linda, My answer to this why question is that these are just examples (the butterfly, the frog, etc.) that there are greater things in store for us humble human beings.