New Poems

Underneath a sandy beach, where coral castles gleam, Lived a Starfish, quite rotund, lost in a sleepy dream. He snored so very loudly, a bubbly, briny sound, That shook the seabed gently, for miles and miles around! The Sand, he grumbled softly, "Oh, Starfish, please be still! Your snorts are quite disruptive, they give me such a chill!" The Waves, they crashed and chuckled, "He's louder than the tide! He's waking up the seahorses, who try so hard to hide!" The little fish, they fluttered, with wide and worried eyes, "That snoring starfish! Oh dear me! He's filling us with sighs!" They tried to gently nudge him, with fins and tiny tails, But Starfish only snored again, with louder, windy wails! Then clever Sand had an idea, he whispered to a crab, "Let's tickle Starfish's tummy, just give him a gentle jab!" The crab crept near, so quietly, and tickled with his claw, The Starfish giggled, woke up, and didn't snore at all! He smiled, stretched out his five arms, and yawned a sleepy sigh, "Oh my, was I disturbing you? I do apologise!" He snuggled in the softest sand, and closed his eyes so tight, And drifted off to silent sleep, all through the starry night.

In a sidewalk's gray, a tiny crack deep, Where gritty dust settled, secrets to keep, Lived a seed so small, a dreamer so bold, A story of nature, waiting to unfold. Daisy, the sprout, with a root reaching down, Found life in the stillness of this concrete town. Sun, a warm friend in the sky so bright, Poured golden kisses of shimmering light. And Ants, busy workers, with burdens to bear, Marched past her daily, without a care. Growing in small space, a difficult start, But Daisy knew courage resided in heart. She pushed through the pavement, a stubborn green spear, Ignoring the doubters, dispelling all fear. Each day she would stretch, with a determined desire, Reaching for sunlight, fueled by inner fire. The Ants marched past, some pausing to stare, At this tiny plant, defying despair. "She'll never make it!" they grumbled and sighed, "The concrete's too hard, she's better off died!" But Sun smiled warmly, "Believe, little friend! Your journey's just started, it's not at the end." Daisy drank sunlight, she swayed in the breeze, Ignoring the naysayers among the tall trees (Or rather, the weeds!), she climbed with such might, Toward the warm heaven of beautiful light. Then one bright morning, a miracle bloomed! A yellow sunburst, the gloom it consumed. Right there in the sidewalk, a beacon so grand, A daisy triumphant, in concrete land. The Ants stopped their marching, amazed by the sight, This brave little flower, shining so bright. She bloomed in the city, where no one expects, A splash of pure beauty, that nobody suspects. A reminder that even in places so bleak, A Determined Daisy, dreams she can speak! So next time you're walking, and feeling quite down, Look close at the sidewalk, a daisy might crown!

In Benny's backyard, bright and bold, A birthday party, stories told! Balloons like berries, red and blue, A cake with candles, shining through. A curious contraption, shiny and new, The Burping Bubble Machine, in shades of goo! It wiggled and wobbled, with a blink and a beep, Then let out a rumble from its slumbering sleep. "Blurp!" it exploded, a sound so absurd, The Kids all giggled, every single word! Then bubbles appeared, not round and so neat, But square and triangular, oh what a treat! The Bubbles, they burped with each bubbly flight, Tickling noses with all of their might! They bounced on the grass, and they danced in the air, Wearing silly hats and tangling in hair! "Burp! Burp! Burp!" the Machine declared, Bubbles piled high, beyond compare! Giant bubble mountains, shimmered and shone, A bubbly bonanza, never before known! Then, with a pop and a fizz and a splat, The bubbles all burst, just like that! A sticky sweet rain, like raspberry jam, Covered the Kids in a sugary slam! They laughed and they cheered, covered head to toe, In the gooiest, bubbliest, best party glow! The Burping Bubble Machine, a hilarious sight, Made Benny's birthday, bursting with light!

In a crayon box on a desk so grand, Lay colors waiting, a vibrant band. Reds and blues, yellows so bright, Hiding from fingers, with all their might. Afraid of being used, chipped, or worn, Two crayons shivered, forlorn. Crayon One, a bold, bright Blue, Crayon Two, a sunny, happy Hue. Blue worried much, with a whispered sigh, "Oh, what if they press too hard, and I die?" Yellow chuckled, a warm, gentle sound, "Nonsense, dear Blue, fun is to be found!" One day a hand, so small and neat, Opened the box, oh what a treat! The child chose Blue, then Yellow so grand, "Let's draw a picture!" in crayon in hand. First came a sky, a glorious Blue, Then a shining sun, for Yellow to do. They colored together, side by side, No longer afraid, with joyous pride. They drew green grass, and flowers so red, A happy little house, above their head. They painted a world, so bright and so new, Together, the crayons, and the child, too! Blue and Yellow, no longer afraid, Their colors united, a promise made. For together they learned, a lesson so true, Friendship makes magic, in all that you do! The drawing complete, a vibrant display, The world was now colorful, bright as the day. And the two best crayon friends, happy and free, Had created a masterpiece, for all eyes to see!

In a meadow, green and bright, Where sunbeams danced with elfin light, Lived a fairy, small and sweet, With tiny shoes and dancing feet. But oh, the horror, wings so bare! A frantic search filled all the air. Her gossamer wings, so light and free, Vanished! Oh, where could they be? A butterfly, with painted grace, Flew by with worry on its face. “Have you seen them, lost and low? My fairy wings, where did they go?” A friendly flower, petals bright, Peeped out in morning's golden light. "Perhaps they're hiding, soft and deep, Where dewdrops cling and secrets sleep?" The fairy tiptoed, small and shy, Beneath the trees that reached the sky. She spied a shimmer, silver-sheen, Beneath a leaf, a wondrous scene! Her wings! Soaked through with morning dew, Sparkling gems of emerald hue! The dew had made them disappear, A magical trick, so very clear! She shook them off with happy glee, Her wings restored, for all to see! The butterfly danced, the flower smiled, The fairy flew, a joyful child!

Once upon a starry night, Teddy went to space in a rocket bright! A rocket ship to Mars so grand, With flashing lights on every hand. Red boosters glowed, a fiery trail, Ready for an intergalactic sail! Teddy, small and fluffy brown, Beside young Lily, homeward bound. An astronaut, so brave and bold, Guided them, a story to be told. Teddy goes to space, oh what a dream! Past Earth so blue, a shimmering gleam. He hugged Lily tight, a furry friend, Their cosmic journey had no end! He saw the planets, round and bright, Venus gleaming in the night. Stars like diamonds, scattered free, A sparkling, cosmic Christmas tree! He bounced on Jupiter, big and round, Without a single, earthly sound. He waved at Saturn's rings so wide, With Lily laughing by his side. Great trip together, hand in paw, Exploring space, defying law! Back to Earth, the journey done, Space-Travelling Teddy, second to none!

In a garden, bright and bold, Where flowers wore colors untold, Lived a ladybug, shiny and small, Ready for sunshine, to give her all. One morning, oh dear, what a fright! Her spots had vanished in the night! The Little Ladybug's shell, plain and red, "Where did they go?" she sadly said. She flew to a rose, a crimson delight, "Have you seen my spots, red and white?" The rose shook her head, with a petal so grand, "But look closely, little bug, right here on my land!" A yellow daffodil, tall and so grand, Held tiny black dots upon its soft hand. "Perhaps," buzzed a bee, with honey so sweet, "Your spots have gone walking, on tiny bee feet!" He led her to tulips, a vibrant display, Where orange and purple spots danced in the day. A daisy so white, with a sunny gold eye, Held spots, like the stars, scattered high in the sky! She hopped on a poppy, a fiery red dream, And saw her lost spots, it suddenly seemed! Each flower had borrowed, a spot here and there, Decorating their petals with spots beyond compare. She gathered them gently, each dot, small and round, From flowers and petals all over the ground. With a sticky sweet nectar, from the kind honeybee, She glued back her spots, as happy as could be! Her shell now aglow, with its polka-dot sheen, The happiest ladybug ever seen! She thanked all the flowers, so lovely and bright, And flew through the garden, a beautiful sight.

In shadows deep, where moonbeams creep, A bedroom sleeps, in slumber deep. Toys are still, the curtains sway, Waiting for the break of day. But hark! A tick, then something strange, The clock upon the dresser range! No silent sweep, no gentle chime, It booms a voice, defying time! "Well, hello there, sleepyhead! The Walking Talking Clock," it said. A tiny Child, eyes wide with fright, Peers from the covers in the night. The Moon outside, a cheesy grin, Peeks through the window, joining in. "Tell us a story!" Child does plead, Planting the thought like a tiny seed. The Clock, he winks, its hands alight, And starts a tale, so silly, bright! Of dancing socks and singing shoes, And purple peas that sing the blues! The Moon it giggles, soft and low, The Child's mouth quirks, a smile starts to grow. The Clock recounts, with click and clack, Of bouncing beds and piggyback... …Riding radishes in outer space, With pickles piloting at rapid pace! He spoke of broccoli building blocks, And silly squirrels wearing polka dots. Each story spun, a funny thread, Until the Child fell back in bed. The Moon, it yawned, a silvery sigh, As dawn began to paint the sky. The Clock grew quiet, its voice so faint, Its silly stories like a painted saint. The Child then smiled, eyes nearly shut, "That was the best! No ifs, and buts!" He drifted off to slumber deep, With radish pilots in his sleep. The Clock stood silent, bold and grand, A very tick-tock helping hand. And knew it gave the perfect pleasure, The very best goodnight measure.

In a castle old, with towers tall, Dusty drapes adorned each wall. An old room slept, in shadows deep, Where secrets old, it vowed to keep. A Mirror stood, of silver bright, Reflecting tales of day and night. Prince Pip, with eyes of emerald green, And Princess Lily, a fairy queen, Stood before it, hushed and still, As magic started to fulfill. The Mirror shimmered, glowed so grand, Revealing lands, at its command! A swirling mist, a vibrant hue, A hidden path, for them to view. "Beyond this room," the Mirror sighed, "A mystery waits, where dreams reside!" The vision showed, a twisted stair, Behind a tapestry, beyond compare. Prince Pip, he tugged, with all his might, While Lily watched, with pure delight. The tapestry swung, with creaking sound, A secret door, was finally found! Down the stairs, they bravely crept, Where shadows danced, and secrets slept. Through winding paths, and tunnels low, Where whispering winds began to blow. Following clues, the Mirror sent, On this adventure, heaven-sent. At last they reached, a hidden place, Bathed in sunshine, filled with grace! A secret garden, bright and bold, A tale the Mirror had foretold. With flowers blooming, sweet and rare, And butterflies dancing in the air. Prince Pip and Lily, hand in hand, Discovered magic, in this enchanted land!

Falling from the sky, a tiny white star, The Winter Snowflake's Dance begins, not far. A snowy blanket, soft and deep, Where winter secrets, the forest keep. Little Snowflake, light and free, Drifting down for all to see. Wind, the playful winter sprite, Whistles a tune with all his might. "Whee! Whee! Snowflake, come and play!" Wind called out on this winter day. The Trees, with branches frosted white, Stood watching, bathed in silver light. Snowflake twirled, a dizzying spin, A tiny dancer, letting fun begin. Wind scooped her up, a whooshing ride, Across the snowy landscape, side to side! She danced past rooftops, covered in snow, Past sleeping squirrels, down below. She swirled with others, a frosty cloud, A silent chorus, singing soft and loud. Then, Wind slowed down, his breath grew light, The swirling dance grew calm and bright. Snowflake fluttered, a gentle thing, No longer flying on Wind's strong wing. Lower and lower, she softly flew, A perfect landing, shiny and new. Right on a nose, a ticklish treat, Melting away, bittersweet!

In a deep sea cave, dark and grand, Glowed crystals, held tight in sand. Coral castles, pink and blue, Where shimmering seaweed gently grew. A Seahorse lived, quite small and neat, Whose bubbly tunes were oh, so sweet! Not just bubbles, oh no, no, no, But songs of the sea, both high and low. He'd hum a song of swirling tides, While tiny Fish with stripes, they hide. He'd trill a note of sunken ships, With barnacles clinging to their lips. One day he sang, a special air, A lullaby soft, beyond compare. The Fish all yawned, their eyes grew dim, The Coral swayed, enjoying him. The Seahorse sang, his voice so clear, Banishing worry, and calming fear. Each tiny creature, big and small, Fell fast asleep, answering the call. Sweet dreams by ocean, deep and blue, Of dancing dolphins, me and you! The Seahorse smiled, his song complete, A lullaby ending, oh so sweet!

Buried in the dirt, so dark and deep, A tiny secret, fast asleep. Our hero seed, so small and round, Dreamed of colors, and happy ground. Then came the Rain, a splashy friend, "Wake up, little seed, your journey's end Is just beginning! Drink and grow, Push through the earth, put on a show!" The seed it stretched, a tiny root, Drinking raindrops, sweet and loot! It poked a sprout, so green and slight, And strained to reach the golden light. The Sun arrived, with beams so bright, "Hello, little sprout, what a wonderful sight! I'll warm your leaves and help you bloom, Chase away the winter gloom!" The sprout grew taller, day by day, Unfurling leaves in a sunlit ray. A bud appeared, a tiny bump, Holding secrets, plump and plump. Then *POOF!* It burst, a vibrant hue, A sunflower yellow, fresh and new! The Proud Little Seed, no longer small, Bloomed in the garden, standing tall!