adventure, animal, beautiful, blessing, celebrity, funny, life,
by Poet Destroyer A |
~My Nutty Squirrel Poem~
Up in a tree, on a branch
Now you see me, now you don't!
Sneaky and fast, I'm adorable
Now, why would you hunt or shot me for fun?
Do you like, how fast I run?
I'm not just another chipmunk
Stuffing my face with nuts,
I'm classy and beautiful,
The best part of nature.....
Red pointed ears, I hear you drawing near.
Chuckle, chuckle, caffeine free
I saw you looking at my fine coat.
Fluffy and curious, touch me and I'm Calling PETA!
See YA--- Life Is Beautiful!!!
I'm stuffing these nuts back into my mouth
and Jumping onto another tree :) The End
Love The Squirrel from another World.
by Kiran Bantawa |
autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,
The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
Somewhere the sound of falling
The sound of squirrel cracking
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
A passenger flight in the blue
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
Your unkempt hair flying
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
by Caren Krutsinger |
fairy, fantasy, friend, friendship, friendship love,
Among the dandelions empathetic fairy listened to misunderstood squirrel.
She made no suggestions, sat quietly, in silence, nodding sometimes.
Showing him how valuable a good listener can be.
Especially one who does not interrupt to ask questions.
He concluded for himself the answer as he watched her watch him.
It was the best council he had ever received.
And in silence.
Empathetic fairy had helped him fix his problem
Without contributing one word.
by kathryn collins |
Oh how I love a tree;
any tree, anywhere:
redwoods giant, gallant
trees, tall and slender,
so tall you can’t catch them;
short trees eye to eye with me
and so we talk squirrel talk.
I have a tree inside about 18” high;
he lives on my corian counter;
when he hears the wind,
and takes a look outside
he sees his cousins swaying
cries a tear and softly sighs.
©Kathryn M. Collins
November 25, 2007
by Sara Kendrick |
animals, family, imagination, inspirational, life, love, nature
Giraffe long slender
Neck, with a long black tongue
Cleans baby squirrel
by Sloppy Joe |
beautiful, birth, bridal shower, children, sad, sad love, sexy,
Love is in the air
To be honest I don't really care
Come on love, get the heck out of here
Once I went to date this girl
I guess it was illegal to date a female squirrel
Cops took me in for animal abuse
Good thing they didn't find my dead moose
When I got to court I told them all I ever do is love
And they told me you can't do that with a dead dove
I don't understand why it's illegal
I've done it many times with untamed eagles
Turns out I have ten years in jail
My animals still send me nudes in the mail
by T Wignesan |
conflict, evil, violence,
COPLA 109 RESOLUTION : This Bad Guy World
What drives the Bad Guy is avarice
And the cruelty he invests this vice :
More never less
He’d get under your skin to suck your kiss
He’d make out as if he were trampled mice :
Suck World bloodless
He’s deaf to bird-song blind to squirrel romp
The World’s for him a tree to plunder :
Sap fruit flower
He’d wipe you off the slate of Elysian pomp
If you dared tell him what’s his blunder :
Love of power
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
by Jerrell Jones |
Their lawn chairs in the sun
Outside a standard door--
They are considered nonproductive.
They passed their buying power
For the next to last measured lot.
The old man putters about the yard.
Turning earth for flowers that she wants
Beside the fence of hedge and vine;
And to a reel gone out of style,
He dances with his dog.
She feeds all birds and stops to watch
A squirrel glide like a leaf
Among the thoughts of friends
Whose deaths predict their own;
The papers tell them so.
She brings him tea and stories,
Retelling all that made them glad,
And love for children who had fled in fear
Of palsied hands to faster places
Where an hour can wear no dust.
by Hidden Sister |
I love when fresh snow
tells its many tales,
nature on my walk.
Mark each tiny spot.
I wonder what made
The mark in the snow?
They came so close,
Walked on my porch.
A print they left me.
Was it a kitty,
A tiny squirrel,
A fox on the run?
I must examine
Each print so distinct.
We're they hungry
Cold and wet,tired
Or just having fun
Searching for some crumbs.
Was it warmer there
Under the wicker,
Couch on my front porch?
Did it keep you warm?
The trails lead to there.
Some day I will copy
The marks in the snow.
I'm determined to
See what leaves patterns
I just want to know.
by Ronald L Bunch JR |
Down my cheek, I knelt,
God was there to see me cry,
God saw tears of joy.
A gift box and rose,
Many finger prints of love
Seals an expression.
Morning Sunday mass,
Voices worshiping my God
Echoes long after.
Sky and space, aeons.
The cosmos whispers my ear,
I find I am frail.
Funny squirrel lies
On its belly, porch railing
Food is thrown, it leaps.
Pray for the Dalits.
For the sick, for the starving.
Smiling ever now.
A crayon love mark.
Happy days are ahead now.
She draws a world spark.
by Mel Brake |
joy, love, magic, muse, mystery, mythology, nature,
Nature is my woman
Nature is my mystery
Nature is a black squirrel that crosses my path
Nature is my silence
Nature is a prayer like a church
Nature is my sanctuary
Nature is my sanity
Nature is my lover
Nature is natural to me like walking naked
Nature is my keeper of secrets
Nature is the revelations of secrets
Nature is my comfort
Nature is my Goddess
Nature is my consort
Nature is my healer
Nature is everywhere
Nature is forever within me
Nature is my Virgin
Nature is my Mother who gave me life
Nature is my tomb who will take my life back
by liam mcdaid |
You are the horn of plenty
Drinking I want you more
Drunk I am
with your beauty
Like a swan in flight I adore
You show me
such great passion
As life moves on
I want you more
The log on the fire
keeps on burning
embers warm with love
to the very pores
Like a squirrel
I fill my larder
My heart filled
with you I adore
I am the lion
in your jungle
It's your name
that I do roar
You are the queen
of my heaven
On bended knees implore
That you forever
will love me
Never leave to leave
me on my own
As the sun sets
hand in hand
into the distance
It's you I want
by Ingrid Showalter Swift |
Starling heart so true
pure as the glistening ice waters that pour
over the rocks of wild and down the willow limbs in the grave yard
we must reawaken my love
let go of the detritus
be done with the dark pain of our loss
the limbs of the pine bow deep beneath the weight of the snow
but today they do not break
only shelter the ground below
where in mystic swirling silence the small squirrel seeks cradle
....watches the snow flakes ebb and flow
we too must go
by Samuel Durant |
I think of that girl
She looked like a squirrel
Her petty eyes unfurled
a peculiar lip curl.
Her love was a ball point pen
that wouldn't work.
Kept on scribbling
for months and months,
then it started working,
and it wrote
'stop drinking all the
I'm a veteran of the
commander of coke-snorting whores,
severed now from fatal orgy bores.
by Fatima Nusairat |
Once upon a "love"!
Let us leave the treetop and
Land safely on ground!
Thus says the squirrel to sweetheart
After they were soaring aloft
once upon a "love"!
by gary dye |
This beautiful morning
I saw a Hawk
Land on a tree
Six feet in front of me
Laying across a stream.
This wonderful afternoon
I saw a baby squirrel
climbing up a tree
six feet in front of me
It smiled at me!
GOD IS LOVE!
by PRAFULLA SAHU |
Pecking corns like a crow
Quaking and cowering
Scampering on to wall's edge
At the meek noise
Of the approaching toes.
Stay and stare! the glibe
Its plump dwellers and dealers
Bombs swelling within their cerebral foetus
Spewing Thunder, Blast and Blood
Thronging the shrines,
Screeching and shrieking
In perpetual fear.
With heavenly hide
Twinkling stripes of grace
Hop! Hop! My love! Hop thy race
Trample over the human race.
by John lawless |
The Last Acorn
long shadow of tall oak chilled the garden
faint sunshine, through bare branches, offered pardon
to those who lingered late to watch life harden.
frost stung roses, reddened cheeks slow faded,
lost color of a garden slow upbraided
in waning warmth of summer love grown jaded.
sad vestige of a seasons slow demise
an acorn falls beneath the graying skies
oak tree now bare, a hungry squirrel cries.
submitted to Bittersweet – Poetry Contest
by M. L. Kiser |
adventure, animal, appreciation, cat, image, nature,
Homeless Feral Cats,
Wandering around cities,
Know no love or compassion,
From human beings.
Dumpsters become their food bowls;
Car engines, often warm beds.
Or squirrel may make a meal;
Then again it may elude.
The dumpsters have more
Tasty entrees to savor;
Like eggs, beef, steak or chicken.
Are Feral Cats as sometimes
They’ll even hop a train car.
by Bobb Marly |
9 sept 2014 7:18 AM
Good morning one and all
wake up stretch and stand tall
wipe the sleep from your eyes
look outside at Gods surprise
a squirrel hanging on the side of a tree
fuzzy and soft and in hurry
three little birds sing so sweetly
warms your heart so completely
keep on watching His good morning to you
showing his grace and His love for you to
by Jagdish Bajantri |
crazy, nature, romance, romantic,
"Ohh I was having a numbers of
NUTS where are they. ......... ?
Huuon am I ate all na one
Squirrel is winking me
But I love it so no quarrel"
Please forgive my mistake if their on writing
with love all nd kids to
by Anthony Amero |
life, lost love, sad
Watching the sun rise in the morning
is a beautiful sight to see.
The air is cool and the breeze is light,
but there’s no one here to see it with me.
The birds are singing and the grass has dew;
I see a squirrel climbing a tree.
The clouds brighten as the sky fills with light,
yet there’s no one here to see it with me.
I hear crickets chirping and a bull frog croak
and on a flower lights a bee.
The land is waking up to start a new day,
but there’s no one here to see it with me.
I once had a love who would sit with me
to watch nature deliver its bounty.
And while the sight is beautiful, and always will be,
now there’s no one here to see it, but me.
by Sunlite Wanter |
A summer breeze cools scorching leaves
And calls to a reclining and lonely soul
To listen to the whispering of
Memories of long ago.
When babies played on Dad-mowed grass,
And laughed and fell and cried,
But grew strong with love personified,
‘Til Lass met Lad and Lad met Lass,
With one after one goodbye.
Now a squirrel stares back with knowing eyes,
A descendant of all he surveys,
And cotton ball clouds drift beloved memories away.
Resting eyes then close and doze in a cool summer breeze.
by M. L. Kiser |
appreciation, nature, poems, poetry, tree,
The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,
such a colorful personality lending its’
ambiance to the greenwood.
Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds
to greet the dawn of this tangerine day;
willow celebrates the natality.
Her roots run deep, like ancient
ancestors spirits bestowing their
care as she drinks of the dew-laden ground.
I sit beneath her verdigris canopy, watching a
diligent squirrel build its’ nest on a branch and
realize Mother Nature’s profound love for her offspring.
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (27)any form any theme Poetry Contest
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
adventure, analogy, appreciation, cute love,
A Deer Loves Squirrel fondly Follows - A Haiku
A romantic deer wallows
after the squirrel
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©