by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
analogy, life,
When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss
Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense
And happy ever after's come and gone
Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold
Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do
by Daniel Turner
by Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib |
Categories:
cute love, love,
If a cat
caught my tongue
it must have been after that
frog
in my throat
that was after those
butterflies
in my stomach
Was it vertigo
or did the earth move
I don't know
but you
are all that I need
01/13/19
For Bobby May's
Your Interpretation Of What Love Is Poetry Contest
by Don Johnson |
Categories:
love
BUTTERCUP
hope life is like a buttercup
cos this old fool does care
if i was there I’d kiss you but
you might object "how dare"
perhaps I shouldn’t call the tune
and bring you to my sight
attraction brings the moth too soon
if I don’t employ it right
patience like a cattle dog
who lays there in the shade
connected not, just like the frog
before a prince was made
Francine made me do it:
Don Johnson 15-4-11
by A. Ormulyce |
Categories:
love,
"The fables always recount the same ode.
Every woman dreams of a prince charming
Who is the fruit of a kiss on a toad.
Their sudden love will never stop burning.
Who bets on such a metamorphosis?
Faith of batrachian! It's foolishness!
No pretty lady wants to put a kiss
On a petty frog to find happiness.
If she were existing; pure happenstance
Only at the right dusk, at the right dew.
Only at the right dawn, at the right dance.
Love is not for me. This is what is true."
So spoke an old toad until the last hour
Before a kiss fell, sweet like a flower.
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
animal, love, princess,
the princess and frog
he hid in the flowerpot
her father said no
11/03/2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
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5-7-5
3rd place in the contest
Poem of the Week : 18.03.2018
by Donald Roddy |
Categories:
animals, love
COME SWIM WITH ME MY LADYFROG,
UPON A POND SO BLUE,
WE CAN FLOAT ALONG TOGETHER,
UNTIL THE DAY IS THRU.
WHEN DARKNESS FALLS AROUND US,
WITH STARS ABOVE OUR HEADS,
WE HOLD EACH OTHER CLOSELY,
TOGETHER IN OUR BED.
WHEN NIGHT BEGINS TO LIGHTEN,
WITH EARLY MORNING FOG,
WITH YOU STILL BESIDE ME,
IT'S GREAT TO BE A FROG
by Marius Alexandru |
Categories:
3rd grade, cute love, kid,
A kiss from my mom each night on my forehead,
A smile and a hug when I fall, from my dad,
Forgiveness from my brother when I play with his toy-car,
or from my sister when I eat the last candy from the jar,
A lick on my cheeks from Max, my new dog,
Miss Piggy, together with Kermit The Frog.
The hands of my grandfather throwing me up high,
The grandmother's pear compote or her sweet apple pie.
Lucas, my neighbor when he brings me his cat
Olivia, my cousin, letting me borrow her beautiful red hat.
The rain when we jump, just for fun, in the mud,
A soft blow on my scars, bandages for blood.
by Jasmine Cruz |
Categories:
love,
( THIS POEM REALLY SUCKS )
Timmy ate a banana and gave jim a pet frog.
Booby looked down the street at the apple
Kim told Ronnie secrets of wise men asking questions.
When does time stand moving down.
Why does gorilla`s move standing still
Can strippers clean a pose man at night
Stop in the name of garbage.
For when its told never clap your knees.
Does old dogs tell of fables on friday
When does young lads commit food
Stuff loves never dying thrust
Keep the courage to be afraid
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
art,
ciphers of the unknown * A MIRO EKPHRASIS
red dots,
a frog
blue
coins
a violet fish
in the deep blue
rain falls
breathes
in black
& love with rainbows
spiral down
to caress
blue velvet
where
yellow butterflies
reside
& poppies grow
&a red carnation
bursts
then smiles
at the crescent
moon
a drop of dew
upon the shadow
of a spiders web
brush
the firmament
by John Williams |
Categories:
animal, children, funny love, humorous,
A young green frog
Strumming on a log,
His warbling sounds
Singing words of love.
Strumming and a crooning
He warbled long,
About the moon and the stars,
In his lovebird song.
He also sung about
His wetlands home,
Singing and a plucking
On his swampy roam.
Taken in by the sounds
Of this sweet melody,
Another green frog,
Swaying in her tree.
Love arrows bounced
Between the two,
The pounding of their hearts
Just grew and grew.
Now they sit together
On a large lily pad,
He now sings songs,
About being a dad.
by Sara Kendrick |
Categories:
childhood, family, introspection, love
To the Build-A-Bear Store
With granny in tow
Do you remember?
What was you four?
Say you remember
Only one or two
Well maybe three
Still sitting upon
Granny's knee
When we opened
The door to
The place
Why it was a
Virtual zoo
Animals wasting
To be filled
Waiting to be glued(sewn)
First you
Had to put a
Heart from
The very start
Then you
Pressed the
Button and
Filled the
Animal with
Stuffing
Then she
Sewed him
Shut
But he had
No clothes
You got
To pick them
Out from
500 different ones
You picked
A camoflauged
Paratroopers
Outfit just
For your
Beautiful
Green frog
Which you
Named
Turtle
I remember
Too
by Diana-Marie Bombardieri |
Categories:
love,
she winks with her right
and sounds her most tuneful croak
yet, he sits unmoved
she tries her fly skills
which should impress any frog
yet, he does not flinch
she gets impulsive
takes a leap onto his pad
yet, not even warts
she is all wound up
she hops away insulted
it is so his loss
April 25, 2012
Diana-Marie Bombardieri
CONTEST - lilly-pads and frogs - LeeAnn Sidney
by Stephen Barry |
Categories:
absence, bereavement, childhood, death, growing up, mother son,
Mary Poppins
Glinda the Good Witch
Final curtain call
1000 acre wood
The Irish Jew
Most important women
Unconditional love
Kind, Gentle
Generous, Selfless
Dedicated
Desiderata
Protector, especially
Against great odds
Wide mouth Frog
Costume maker
Self made Women
Bright side of the road
House at Pooh corner
Second hand Rose
Wizard of OZ
Serenity
Roots and wings
by Yasemin Balandi |
Categories:
analogy, art, love, sea,
It begins life as a tadpole
Uncanny resemblance to a sperm!
Therefore I wonder how much of our (my) DNA
Is shared with the humble frog.
Why am I so ebullient under water?
Donned in lycre!
I float and float.
I let the water take over my core;
My soul anchored
To the shores of the azure pool.
In the vast oceans,
My soul ebbs and flows.
The coral reef like an iridescent womb;
Smothers the fish eggs, then the fish.
Moonbeams cast an exquisite spell on the rivers deep.
I catch my own reflection in the river and smile.
I am a woman of water.
The particles of my DNA
Of water and water alone.
by Rockman Pritts |
Categories:
nature,
He croaks as he waits
Calling for love from his pad
She answers the call
Rockman :-)
For the Haiku: Lily-pads And Frogs by Sidney LeeAnn
by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
holiday, husband, love, wife,
a limerick
No longer sweehearts, but I need a gift.
For just a day can we forego our rift?
You get me a puppy dog;
I'll buy you a marble frog.
On Valentine morn, exchange will be swift.
I'll treasure the frog, hand-picked and hand made;
you'll dote on your puppy without charade.
The gifts are no bother
we'll share with each other.
Just be glad, I didn't choose a grenade.
by Eric Thomas |
Categories:
character, conflict, desire, feelings, for her, friendship, girlfriend, heart, love, self, truth,
Love of the heart;
Love of the mind,
Oceans apart
Never to rhyme
The heart,
While shadowing function
As fast as eruption,
Gives back for consumption
The mind,
So selfish and needy,
Brings Hell to the leaving.
Babes, helpless and teething
Love of the heart;
Or of the mind?
One needn't a chart
The other is blind
by Joselito Asperin |
Categories:
life,
Hear them rattle, a joyful song they sing,
Rejoicing in the rain's refreshing grace,
Amidst rice fields, thirst-quenching drops bring,
Four-legged dwellers welcome rain's embrace.
In the coolness of the rainy season's call,
They captivate a wanderer's delight,
Talking amidst paddies, where they stand tall,
Karr karr karr kokakok, their voices unite.
Mingling with the breeze, rural nights they fill,
Their chorus resonates, joyous and free,
Gratitude to heaven's love, they instill,
For a life that humans oft overlook and flee.
Happily hopping, leaping through time,
Seasons change, but hope remains,
Ever ready for the next rain's rhyme,
Embracing the life we often disdain.
by Iolanda Scripca |
Categories:
funny,
So here I am - Reincarnated
No more keeping up with Joneses
Free at last ! ... forgetting though:
They love to eat frog legs for dinner...
I was given a challenge to write a short poem by looking at a picture of a frog... :)
by João Camilo |
Categories:
love,
Yes, yes, yes. I must hear every second,
Doesn’t the sunlight warm every day?
Breathe and then, do again, you can say,
Louder than the jumping frog in the pond,
Faster than the bumblebee roaming around:
I will never be tired to listen to the sound:
“I love you”, as you first see me in morning
And speak once more, with a wide smile.
Then linger: my answer may take a while,
We also wait a year for the arrival of spring.
The first dart of Cupid may became the last
if I hear “I love you” as I did in the past.
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
love, passion, relationship, romance,
When Kermit the Frog
Found love at his synagogue
It was unexpected
How instantly they connected
The lovely Miss Piggy
Posing right next to Twiggy
Strategically waving her doily
Batted her eyelashes coyly
Submitted on January 12, 2019 for contest CLERIHEW COUPLES FOR VALENTINE'S DAY sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE
by Tamra Amato |
Categories:
depression
Out of the dark, dark cavern
off the worn corner of my bed.
Most minutes are free from
the words, dead, dead, dead.
Amazed to take a shower
then walk the dog,
I want to play, kiss a prince, love a frog.
Even get dressed up and comb my hair.
Go out looking normal,
see if I’m “all there.”
When did I start singing?
When did joy leap—
into the arms of wonder
above the dark
above the deep?
by K. E. Ward |
Categories:
i love you, imagination, love, mirror, romance, romantic, romantic love,
The reflection of myself in a mirror
Is only the opposite of what people see.
A photograph, on the other hand, is right-side forward.
But a mirror and a photograph only show a flat picture,
And all I know about the way I look is what I can imagine.
Even a sculpture could not show me the image of myself.
All the art and all the music and all the poetry that ever was
Do not depict my appearance to me.
All the words you tell me never do enlighten me.
I am not a dove.
I am not a frog.
I am not a crow.
I am not an inchworm.
I am a human being.
But how do I look?
All the words you tell me never do make me see,
But I am satisfied when you are in the mirror next to me.
by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
life, love,
CHINESE SECRET LOVERS
Bold frogs croak
Garden pond danger watch
Carp smile deep
Lovers halt
Frog-beckoned silkworms weave
Worlds vanish
Victoria Anderson-Throop ©1/3/13
by Bh Hallenburg |
Categories:
cute love, humorous, mother daughter, valentines day,
Valentine from my Mother in 1973:
If you see a frog sittin' in a tree,
Pull his tail and think of me.
My response:
Oh Toad!
Though butt of Jest and Ridicule since days of yore reviled;
Though favored on a Frenchman's plate and victim of a child;
Though hunted by Brazilian bats, devoured in the night,
Or dried and sprinkled in the brew to conjure up a blight;
And even blamed for warts and such (although the wise know better)
when little boys decide it's fun to slip one down a sweater!
Despite all this, Poor Toady knows worst yet to come he sees...
is lovers climbing through the boughs tugging toadtails in the trees!!!