21. The Mission
Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
Borrowed scarf, stolen carrot and mittens,
frostbitten fingers determined to finish,
eyes were a button and a bottle cap squished in.
Mothers called but no one listened -
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Awake, little crocus, spring is nigh!
Let me kiss the slumber from your eye.
Come! Dance with me upon the lawn,
The night is o'er, embrace the dawn!
A beautiful poem for spring. Love the idea of the crocus fairy dancing on the lawn and in her element embracing the dawn.
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There's magic in every snowflake,
A gem of frozen light;
And who should better know than I,
A little winter sprite?
Thank you, Trish. So glad you like my poem and grateful for your comment :-)
This is a wonderful world, and it's true.
It's for us, the trees, and animals, too.
Mother Earth provides us with what we need,
The clouds above are gray and dark.
With sound of thunder, lighten spark.
Rain that falls to earthly ground.
Bees nudged the flowers
Babies peeped out of the nest
One fine crisp morning.
Once I did hear my brother call
The sun a giant fire ball.
How can that be?
For what I see,
The poem written in simple colloquial language expresses the genuine thoughts of an innocent child who admires nature.
Sitting outside
Under a tree
Mud pies and water
Making memories
I'm just a little sunbeam.
Along the floor I crawl.
I climb up walls.
I creep down halls.
A simple poem with a common idea. I love the metaphorical use of the idea.
Famous Poem
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
Famous Poem
Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Here it comes,
Ready or not.
Summer's coming,
And it's going to be hot!
Awesome poem, Suhaani. I love the way you wrote about summer.
Have you ever chased the setting sun,
just to have fun?
Have you ever gazed at moon and stared,
This is a very beautiful poem that speaks of several aspects of nature, which takes us back to our childhood in which we lived in close contact with nature. We enjoyed pretending to play and...
The grass is green across the hill,
But yellow blooms the daffodil.
It's sunshine on a little stalk,
A friendly flower, I bet they talk...
Beautiful fresh purple flowers on a hill
Slowly moving water mill
Clumps of wet frost on the ground
Life is all around
I'm a stunning display of black and white,
Contrasting stripes to captivate sight.
My mane stands up straight and proud.
Hey, little stick bug
Clinging to a stem.
Where did you come from?
How did you land?
Across the night sky, way up high,
Burning like an oven but as small as a fly,
Mercury steals Apollo's light,
But only when it is at night.
Splishy, sploshy mud
is the best type of crud!
You can make pies,
you can make mountains,
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.