by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
life,
The gray overcast sky predicts
Rain to layer the damp
Cool will become colder wet air
Trapped inside, lifestyle cramped
It is worse for blossoms turned brown
Their spring beauty cut short
Soon to join spent blooms 'pon the ground
Cold their life did thwart
The bullfrog croaking in the pool
Not hindered by cold air
Is he calling his love to come
See his fair lair
There is a stillness this morning
A quiet 'pon the air
All the birds softly sing their song
Yet stillness says beware
by Lena Townsend |
Categories:
fantasy, happiness, imagination, love, nature, passion
Magical crescent moon
Shining on the path below
Lighting the way for lovers
Together as they stroll
Exploring the enchantment
Of the animals and the trees
Finding their own Utopia
Beneath natures canopy
Together they may hear
A love birds sweet melody
As the crickets and a bullfrog
Seem to join in harmony
Sparkling stars and dewdrops
Fireflies dance about merrily
As winds song within the leaves
Plays a lovers symphony
The smell of jasmine in the air
Rose and chamomile so sweet
With just a soft hint of patchouli
A lovers perfume as they meet
The mystery and excitement
Passionate kisses, perfect date
These two lovers souls connect
In this mesmerizing place
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
green,
Are you that girl or guy
Who can gaze at the sky a while and smile
At the cotton candy clouds dipped in sunset
Are you that friend who could join in
As bullfrog green sings brown sonnets
Serenading his one and only true love
Are you that soul who stands real close to deliver hugs
So warm they melt the moon causing swooning spooning
Are you the one who laughs in the sun
especially at yourself finding human err
Are you the peace I seek in my dreams will
I wake to find you there a thrill?
If not I am and who are you?
by Matt Caliri |
Categories:
fantasy,
The 11-winged horse
Ate cupcakes through the night.
Growing up my father
Telling me, "I love you."
The bullfrog won a 3rd term
As leader of the free world.
My mother lost her temper
And grabbed me hard by the arm.
Young unicorns sat behind booths
Outside groceries selling horn scout cookies.
My older brother used words
That me me feel good about myself.
Jellybean waterfalls.
Me knowing how cars work.
Talking dandelions spouting
Pollen with every breathe.
Me hugging my sister
Murmuring genuine praise.
Heart-shaped clouds
Drizzling raspberry lemonade.
Me never being afraid.
by Donal Mahoney |
Categories:
life
Puff Up, Inflate
One kind of pigeon,
one kind of snake,
as far as I know,
puff up, inflate.
There’s the bullfrog,
of course, and
peacocks have tails
so I tell my wife
what she already knows:
Once I become
whoever I am
then will
I love you.
Donal Mahoney
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
Pinwheels lured the giraffe into the wilds of Cancun.
They were twirling millions of time faster than the moon.
You are so funny! Said a bullfrog; tall, but no big buffoon.
I am glad that you said giraffe. Can you sell me a balloon?
Pinwheels are all I sell said the bullfrog. They are colorful.
Twirling around and around is their ultimate goal.
I love them so much, it is difficult to watch them go bye-bye.
Sixteen please, the giraffe said because he was not shy.
by Jean Ward |
Categories:
love, heart, heart, me,
POEM II
Honeysuckle grows all entwined,
Roses will soon need pruned.
I am in love, dear heart of mine.
I hear the call of the Loon.
Fireflies on the window sill.
Grasshoppers jump in the corn.
Sweet call of the Whip-poor-will,
and Bullfrog sings by the pond,
and--of you I am quite fond.
Fonder even than fond.
Oh, dear heart of mind
tell me another yarn,
about the time of Whip-poor-will
and the Bullfrogs song by the pond.
I wonder if Crickets dance,
do Ants work all the time?
As our arms do entwine,
dear heart of mine.
Are you in love
with me by chance,
dear heart of mine?
CONTINUED IN POEM III
by M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
appreciation, earth, nature, peace, poems, poetry, water,
In tranquility of a silver mountain lake,
dance the chlorophyll offspring of the
trees upon a exhilarating springtime breeze.
white and pink cirrus travels the stratosphere,
what it sees I would love to know;
perhaps all that the birds see, maybe more.
A bullfrog greets me as I wade into the aqua
and I laugh at the playfulness of a dragonfly
as it happily teases him.
My soul gently embraces the transition
that is springtime to summer’s grace.
7-21-2021
A BRIAN STRAND JULY 22 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade,
Let me enjoy my food said the frog.
A fly was squirming at the end of his tongue.
The mouth opened, and the fly began to fly
From the stomach, up the esophagus and back.
Up and down all around, from side to side.
I love this said the bullfrog, my lunch is so tingly.
He sat back and enjoyed himself
Fell asleep and began to snore.
The frantic fly flew up the gullet to freedom
Moral of this tale Do not go to sleep right after eating your fly