Love Poems About Alligator or Alligator Love Poems
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, love, nature, seasons

Rhyming Haiku

Rippling brook rushes
Swollen with spring rain gushes..
Eddie place bulrushes

Alligator suns
Basking her tough hide, sun buns..
Hippo destroys fun

Spring turns winter's tide
Nature comes quickly alive..
Bees buzz hopes  for bride

For: Carol Brown
Contest: "Whats' The Buzz"

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: animals, introspection, life, loss, love, mother, nature

The Goshlings

Mother and goshlings
Canadian geese on lake
Alligator dines

by Chris Bowen |
Categories: love

The St.Johns River Rafter

love,a slipper,a glove.the tea is sweet,little bo peep,keep your endeavors,i here, 
sheer a sheep,little bo peep.indeed keep your false friend until the end.the mend is soft and 
complete with tune,loves a sand dune and i lack a broom.some soon rather than later,i,the 
mouth of an alligator.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, humor, humorous,

You Will Love Fourth Grade

You will love fourth grade I was told by everyone 
It is learning multiplication, algebra, truly much fun.
Do not get on the bad side though of Miss McLater.
She has the disposition of a fierce alligator.

She was the mysterious teacher we had never seen.
The other teachers had their photos up, but hers was green.
Just a field of grass, no person at all.
Labelled Miss McLater’s Grass, five feet tall.

I was shocked and horrified when she entered the room.
I felt threatened as her huge eyes promptly turned and zoomed. 
She had an alligator’s head, or maybe it was face of a gator.
I knew I was never going to feel at ease with Miss McLater.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: animal, fun,

Turtle Mania

Leatherback, murray river, matama
Hawksbill, common musk and spiny soft shell.
Loggerhead, Atlantic green, alligator snapping
Turtles are we, in every country we dwell.

The largest sea turtle reaches eight hundred pounds.
A leatherback whose love for jellyfish abounds.
Alligator snapping is one fourth of leatherback’s weight
Uses pink fleshy flap of lower jaw for bait.

The difference in turtles fascinates me.
I can picture the loggerheads running to the sea.
No matter what country you decide to make your home
There is a turtle close by, even if it is in this poem.

by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: animal, appreciation, dark, food, fun, image, love,

Puppy Love

Puppies roll on chocolate heavens floor
Covered in flour, powdered sugar for sure
Syrup spills over pans in the bakery shop
Aluminum is chewed with cinnamon buns

Hungry playful hounds prefer raw meat
The butcher shop is right next door
Comes in handy with nice steaks
A pinch of salt is all it takes

Alligators enter from the swamp
Break down the door without knocking
Not there to shop
No reservations for dining
How rude they are
Not looking for chocolate

The bakery is for special occasions
Butcher shops are lots more fun
Puppies are the flavor of the day
Covered in chocolate and cinnamon buns
That taste just right going down the alligator

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, animal,

I Love Animal Facts

I love animal facts.
Could read them all day long.
Could write them in a song.

An alligator can
 live 100 years.
Well isn’t that just wrong?

An elephant tooth is the size of a
Newborn baby, a human baby.
On steroids – a nine pounder.

The female lion does ninety percent
Of the hunting
Because her husband is more
Of a rounder

A parliament is what we
call a familial
Group of owls

And a male ostrich 
can make a lion-like howl.

I love animal facts.
Could read them all day long.
Could write them in a song.

by Lukman Saleh |
Categories: anxiety, depression, emotions, feelings, first love, girlfriend, pain,

The Pain

The pain I encountered,
Makes my kernel slaughtered,
With jinx of blood filtered,
In wedlock, I'm bastard.

This pinky pricey pain is painful,
Like a python kingdom, is harmful,
Turning my life stressful,
But alligator drove me careful.

The fire in me is love,
Quenching the relation of dove,
Strategizing me in dove,
I'm now trying to shove.

Love pain is blight,
In a pool of sorrow, I turned kite,
Chasing my soul so bright,
Soon depart from plight.


by Melissa Tracy |
Categories: grief,

A Papa's Love

A papas love never goes away
In your heart and memories he'll forever stay
He lives on through you each and every day
A special guardian angel helping to guide you along the way
Don't worry about that tough old alligator
Never goodbye its only see you later
Be strong sweet little crocodiles
When you think of papa don't forget to smile