21. Night
Silver moon and golden stars
Are watching over us from afar.
While we rest in our beds,
Silver moon and golden stars
Are watching over us from afar.
While we rest in our beds,
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The morning fog
- White and dense -
Comes creeping in
Through the garden fence.
Giving feedback on published poems is much more fun than trying to scroll through them looking for gems like this. Well done. Love it! Great rhyming. I can picture this as a children's book...
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His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.
Perfect for both kids and adults at Christmas - great fun. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
As I lay in bed
While I go to sleep,
My thoughts start to swirl 'round my head.
To quiet my mind, I try to unwind,
There is a monster under my bed
With big red eyes in his bumpy head.
Long yellow teeth and a big hooked nose,
Brilliant! Everyone needs a mum and a kiss and their bear. I used to have a little dolly that scared away the monsters. Love your work. Excellent stuff.
Do you know where fairies live?
To see just one, I'd gladly give
The moon and stars and galaxies
That sail above the summer breeze.
I have been offline due to friends visiting and would have replied sooner, but your words of encouragement, including visualizing a book, made my day--thank you so much! I have read all of...
Five little stars were twinkling,
Bright like never before.
One little star burned up -
Now there were only four.
I really enjoyed this poem...it was simple but was very good for children.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo!" I heard.
I really hate that lousy bird!
I got home late from Betty Lou's,
But now I've got my chores to do.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
I told my mom there is a monster under my bed,
and she tells me it's all in my head.
What about the one coming through my wall?
Or the one I hear stomping down the hall?
Above huge hills if ever I could rise,
Beyond the gravity as Iron Man flies.
Climbing and hanging if towers I could touch,
Dashing as the Spider-Man, if fingers were such.
As a young child, I dreamt of being Superman. For me, other superhero could match him. I'm retired, but if I were still teaching, this would be an ideal fun poem with plenty to discuss in the...
sumMer came
flowErs bloomed
playMates giggled
bOnfires lit
As a small child I fancied to sail
By ocean to a land of fairy tales,
Camp in a field with Little Red Riding Hood.
Dazzling stars would fire at the Big Bad Wolf.
A cardinal flew past me today
Because he wanted my attention.
Cardinals mean someone in heaven is thinking of you.
Did you know that? And did you also know that
A ball dress, some slippers, and I am in heaven.
Believe me, pretending and dress up is fun!
Can you use your own imagination?
Do give it a try, my little one.
The warmth of the sun,
Faces all aglow.
It's time for summer fun
As the happy faces show.
Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
I lift and flap my arms just so,
And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
Graceful like a bird I go.
Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...
My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
The children on the block
Are playing with chalk.
Bubbles are flying around,
Popping when they hit the ground.
This is the best poem because I have summer stuff planned for me and my friends and it make me excited. Thank you for the poem.
A cake with a lit candle,
Presents with ribbons and bows,
A bike with pink, glittery handles,
A little girl who grows and grows.