21. Daisies
Famous Poem
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
Famous Poem
At evening when I go to bed
I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.
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I want to travel around the world for fun,
And see different lands, one by one.
But I would not like to travel by aeroplane, train, or by car -
I would like to have a magic carpet that will take me afar.
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Knock, knock! Hush, hush.
Good dreams quietly march.
Like the fairies, they bring stories and tales,
And they sing their song: "Bala-boo, bala-bash."
When and why have you written this poem? Is there some kind of special meaning?
Little boy, with your eyes so blue,
You see the world so shiny and new.
He hugs his mommy, leaves his daddy's knee.
Time to explore; so much to see.
I love kids, and this poem really captures their innocence and "no worries" philosophy. Nice poem and a good read. Good job.
If I were a magician with dancing eyes,
I’d grant all your wishes for a smile.
Sunny skies full of waltzing butterflies,
New friends to share your toys (for a while).
If I was a flag
I’d be flapping and raising
If I was a star
Up high I’d be blazing!
You can go anywhere you want to. The biggest ride of your life begins in the light of our mind and soul. There is no fear, my dear, in a world of happiness. Any dream can come true. Fly with...
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
In darkest woods he wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made him shiver
reaching out through lightning's light.
Great spooky writing! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I love to read Halloween/supernatural writing year round.
Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
In my little airplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,
Famous Poem
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
Famous Poem
Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,
Hadn't come across this one before. Not quite as good as "Wynken, Blynken and Nod," but excellent for the period and a precursor to more recent sleepy time travel poems and songs.
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 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...
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.
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.
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
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
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?
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.