41. Mrs. Blossom
Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
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I wish that spinach tasted like chocolate,
Instead of tasting sour and bitter.
I wish that candy bars were loaded with nutrition,
So that eating as many as I like would make me even fitter.
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I want to catch a poem,
But I’m not sure how.
I wish I knew when and where,
I could catch a poem right now.
If clouds were made of candyfloss.
If honey filled the seven seas.
If sand was made of sherbet.
If cupcakes grew on every tree.
How lovely to read a poem which brought a smile to my face. Thank you. Best wishes, Ann.
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
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).
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
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.
Arrgh! I’m a pirate.
I sail salty seas,
searching for ships,
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.
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.
There's something truly magical
that happens once a year.
He comes while you are sleeping,
he and his reindeer.
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.
In my little airplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,
Hobgoblins and spellbinders,
Angels in rags,
Liar or truthteller,
Lacewitch or hag.
Famous Poem
There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head.
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,
Pins and needles
Try this:
The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
-The Guess Book (c. 1820)
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?
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
Your candle light's bright.
Pumpkin, oh Pumpkin,
You shine bright through the night.
Though I have never, ever met a fairy,
I am quite certain that they exist.
I read about them every day in stories and poems,
So I know they’re living somewhere in our midst.
sumMer came
flowErs bloomed
playMates giggled
bOnfires lit