New Poems

A backyard bathed in sun so bright, Green grass tickling, a joyful sight. Flowers blooming, red and blue, A perfect place for me and you! Lucky the puppy, a fluffy ball, With wagging tail and eager call. Cat, sleek and sly, with eyes so green, The coolest cat you've ever seen. Lucky was bored, with a woeful sigh, "Let's have some fun, beneath the sky!" He barked and bounced, a playful plea, "An adventure, Cat, for you and me!" Cat stretched and yawned, then with a leap, Said, "Alright, puppy, secrets to keep! The garden gate, a magic door, Leads to wonders we'll explore!" They crept beneath the fence so low, Where buzzing bees and butterflies flow. They chased a robin, red and bold, A story unfolding, yet to be told! Through towering plants, a jungle maze, They stumbled on a fairy's glaze. Sparkling dewdrops, catching light, A miniature world, so pure and bright! They dodged a sprinkler, cold and wet, A slippery slide they won't forget! Then tumbled down a grassy mound, With happy yelps and purring sound. Back in the yard, the sun descends, Their wild adventure sweetly ends. Lucky and Cat, tired but true, Dreaming of adventures, old and new.

Snowie felt alone, a frosty, silent tear, The forest hushed, with winter drawing near. All white and still, beneath a blanket deep, He stood so tall, while all the creatures sleep. The trees wore gowns of ice, so crisp and bright, The sun a pearl, with barely any light. The wind it whispered secrets through the wood, As Snowie sighed, "Oh, if I only could..." ...have a friend! He wished with all his might, When suddenly, a flash of colour, bright! A tiny flutter, wings against the breeze, A little birdie perched upon his knees! "Chirp, chirp," she sang, "My name is Birdie Blue, The forest's lonely, isn't it, for you?" Snowie smiled wide, a carrot grin so grand, "Indeed it is! Come, rest upon my hand!" They talked and laughed, as snowflakes danced around, Birdie told tales of seeds she'd underground. Snowie shared stories of the silent snow, And how the icicles like crystals grow. They built a tiny nest within his hat, Where Birdie snuggled, warm and snug at that! He sheltered her from winds so fierce and cold, A friendship blossomed, brave and pure as gold. No longer lonely, Snowie's heart did gleam, With Birdie by his side, a winter dream! They sang a song of friendship, loud and clear, Chirping and chuckling, banishing all fear! The forest echoed with their joyful sound, Two winter friends, the happiest around! Snowie and Birdie, best friends through the snow, Their laughter filled the woods, a cheerful glow!

Deep down, where sunlight fears to tread, In coral castles, painted red, Lived Blu the Whale, a gentle giant, With barnacles that sang a rhyming slant. Blu felt like exploring, one fine day, Beyond the reefs where dolphins play. He flipped his tail, a bubbly splash, And swam away in a silent dash. He met a Starfish, bright and bold, With stories of the treasures, yet untold. "Let's find the sunken pirate's chest," The Starfish squeaked, putting Blu to the test. Through seaweed forests, dark and green, They chased the shimmer, rarely seen. Past grumpy crabs with sandy shells, And schools of fish like jingling bells. They danced with jellyfish, slow and grand, Exploring shipwrecks, close at hand. Blu helped a turtle, old and wise, Whose flipper was stuck, beneath the skies (Of the ocean's roof, a sunlit gleam, A distant memory, a hazy dream). He laughed with seahorses, tiny and small, And played hide-and-seek in a coral hall. Blu and Starfish, friends so true, Made memories beneath the blue. But as the moon began to rise, A longing sparkled in Blu's big eyes. He missed his home, the familiar sound, Of whale song echoing all around. With Starfish waving, on a rocky mound, Blu turned for home, safe and sound. He'd seen the world, both near and far, But home was where his heart truly was. Blu returned with friends in tow. To be happy with the friends they know.

In a valley, a rainbow of hues, Where wildflowers danced with morning dews, Lived Sunny the Sun, with a frown on his face, Casting shadows all over the place. He sighed a big sigh, a solar-flare pout, "My light feels so dim, I want to go out!" Then Rose, a red bloom, so vibrant and bold, Heard Sunny's sad words, a story untold. "Oh, Sunny," she chirped, with petals so bright, "Why the long face? Why dim your warm light? Look down at the valley, the bees and the birds, They need you, dear Sunny, they hang on your words!" Rose stretched her green stem, reaching up high, "Come closer, dear Sunny, and look in my eye! See how I unfurl, with joy in my heart? Friendship's the sunshine, a brand-new fresh start!" Sunny peeked down, a tiny sunbeam, At Rose's bright smile, a beautiful gleam. He saw all the flowers, the butterflies free, Drinking his light with buzzing, sweet glee. He chuckled, a rumble, a warm, golden sound, His sadness now gone, nowhere around. He shone with new vigor, a radiant blaze, Filling the valley with sunshiny days! Rose bloomed even bigger, her colors so grand, The happiest flower in all of the land. Sunny learned that day, a beautiful truth, Friendship's warm light brings blossoming youth!

The ocean sparkled, a sapphire bright hue, By golden sands kissed by skies of true blue. Seagulls cried greetings, a salty sea breeze, Rustled palm trees and whispered through leaves. Flipper the Dolphin, so sleek and so grand, Leapt from the waves, close to shore and the sand. He saw a young boy, with hair like the sun, Sitting alone, feeling not much like fun. Flipper met Jimmy, a splash and a gleam, A curious whistle, a magical dream. "Hello there, young friend," Flipper chirped with delight, "Would you like to play with me, morning and night?" Jimmy, surprised, with a wide, happy grin, Said, "A dolphin that talks? Where do I begin?" He waded right in, the water so cool, And Flipper and Jimmy, they broke every rule! They played hide-and-seek 'round the seaweed so green, Flipper flipped high, in the ocean scene. They chased the small fishes, so silver and swift, Sharing secrets and laughter, a wonderful gift. They built sandcastle kingdoms, so sturdy and tall, Protected from monsters, answering nature's call. They told each other stories, of seashells and stars, Forgetting all worries, behind ocean bars. As the sun started sinking, painting the sky gold, A friendship so special, a story untold. Jimmy waved goodbye, with a tear in his eye, "I'll see you tomorrow, beneath the blue sky!" And so, day by day, their friendship took hold, A bond between boy and dolphin, more precious than gold. Jimmy and Flipper, friends through and through, A lifelong adventure, just waiting for you!

In Rainbow Valley, bright and bold, Where colors danced like stories told, Lived Rainbo, a dragon, scales so grand, But with a secret he couldn't withstand. Rainbo couldn't fly, it was a plight, His wings were wobbly, day and night. The unicorns grazed, their horns aglow, In meadows where the rainbow did flow. There was Sparkle, Dazzle, and Comet too, With manes like starlight, shining and new. Rainbo watched them prance, a wistful sigh, Wishing he could join them in the sky. One day, he gathered courage, bold and brave, "Dear Unicorns," his voice softly gave, "My wings won't work, I cannot soar, Is there a way, beyond this valley floor?" Sparkle neighed gently, eyes so keen, "With unicorn magic, wonders can be seen!" Dazzle and Comet joined the call, "We'll sprinkle stardust, heed our thrall!" They gathered 'round Rainbo, a magical scene, Unicorn horns shimmering, a vibrant sheen. They chanted softly, a melody bright, Filling Rainbo's wings with rainbow light. He felt a tingle, a whoosh, a might, Rainbo flapped his wings with all his might. He lifted gently, then higher still, Soaring with the unicorns, against his will... No, not against his will, he felt delighted As Rainbo's dreams became reality, reunited! Up in the clouds, they danced and played, Rainbow scales shining, a grand parade. Rainbo the dragon, no longer bound, With unicorn friends, forever crowned. In Rainbow Valley, magic takes flight, Rainbo and his friends, a wondrous sight!

In the deep blue ocean, so bubbly and bright, Lived Octavia, an octopus, bored with all her might. Her suckers all shiny, her eyes full of glee, "A prank I shall play," she giggled, "for all the sea to see!" Then scuttling along, with a shell hard and brown, Came Crabby McSnappy, wearing quite a frown. "Oh dear," thought Octavia, "he's perfect, you see, The grumpiest crab in the whole wide sea!" With a swirl and a wiggle, a tentacle so sly, Octavia crept closer, with a twinkle in her eye. She tied Crabby's feet, with a knot neat and tight, Then she waited to giggle, with all of her might! But uh-oh! A problem! A twist and a tangle! Her tentacles stuck! In a knotty sea wrangle! Crabby McSnappy, he tried to break free, But only got stickier, "Oh, woe is me!" They tugged and they pulled, in a comical plight, Two grumpy sea creatures, caught in the light. Then Octavia giggled, a sound like a chime, And Crabby McSnappy, cracked a smile for the first time! He chuckled and wheezed, "This is quite the affair!" Octavia laughed harder, forgetting her care. They wiggled and jiggled, and finally, *POP!* The knot came undone, with a slippery drop! No longer so grumpy, no longer so blue, Crabby McSnappy, had a new point of view. And Octavia the octopus, with a joyful sea spree, Learned laughter's the best prank, for you and for me!

In a mushroom-filled valley, green and grand, Where toadstools tall like castles stand, Gnorman the Gnome, with a map in his hand, Set off for adventure, a journey planned! Gnorman had a map, all crinkled and old, Of secrets and treasures, a story untold. With his beard so long and his shoes of bold, He stepped from his mushroom, brave and controlled. A bluebird named Pip, with feathers so bright, Flew down from the sky, a welcome sight. “Where do you wander, little gnome sprite?” Pip chirped with a twinkle, full of delight. "To the edge of the town," Gnorman replied with glee, "Where treasures are hidden, for all to see!" They journeyed together, a brave company, Through fields of sweet clover, wild and free. Past babbling brooks and flowers so sweet, Gnorman and Pip kept moving their feet. They dodged grumpy snails they happened to meet, And hopped over roots, avoiding defeat! Then, at the edge, near a mossy old stone, A chest lay buried, entirely alone! They dug with their hands, and with many a groan, Uncovered the treasures, seeds that were sown! Not gold, not jewels, but seeds of all kinds, For flowers and veggies, for happy gnome minds! They gathered the seeds, leaving worries behinds, A treasure of nature, the very best finds! Gnorman returned, with Pip by his side, To mushroom town, bursting with pride. The town cheered loudly, their joy couldn't hide, As seeds were planted, far and wide! They feasted on berries, beneath the moon's gleam, A joyful celebration, a wonderful dream. Gnorman the hero, it would truly seem, Had saved mushroom town, a courageous supreme!

The sun peeked over the baobab tree, Painting the savanna gold, wild, and free. Dew kissed the grass, a shimmering sheen, On Africa's heart, a vibrant scene. Leo the Lion, with mane so grand, Stood stiff and still upon the land. He puffed his chest, prepared to boom, But something was wrong, inside his room... His throat, that is! He tried to roar, But all that came out was a tiny "SNORE!" Then a squeak, a chirp, a feeble sound, Leo's mighty roar couldn't be found! Zebra the Zebra, striped black and white, Heard Leo's peep in the morning light. "Goodness, Leo! What's all the fuss? You sound like a mouse, not a glorious us!" Leo sighed low, "My roar is gone! It vanished last night, before the dawn. I tried and I tried, but all I can do, Is squeak like a toy, sad and blue." Zebra thought hard, with a swish of his tail, "Perhaps your roar is hiding, faint and frail. Let's look for it, Leo! We'll search high and low, Across the savanna, wherever it may go!" They looked in the termite mounds, dusty and brown, They peeked in the bushes, all over town. They asked the giraffes, so tall and so grand, "Have you heard a roar, lost in the sand?" The giraffes shook their heads, with a gentle sway, "We've heard only silence, all through the day." Leo felt hopeless, his spirit so low, His mighty roar, where did it go? Then Zebra noticed, a sparkle of light, Reflecting off dew, so dazzlingly bright. On a blade of grass, a tiny bead hung, Like a captured roar, waiting to be sung! "Look, Leo, look!" Zebra cried with glee, "Your roar's reflection, for you to see!" Leo stared close, at the shimmering sphere, And felt a small rumble, banishing fear. He took a deep breath, from his toes to his crown, He felt a vibration, rising up and down. He opened his mouth, with all of his might, And out boomed a ROAR, filling the light! The savanna echoed, the baobab trees swayed, Leo's lost roar had finally been played! Zebra cheered loud, with a joyful kick, "Your roar is back, Leo! Quick, do the trick!" Leo roared again, a magnificent sound, Across the savanna, happiness was found. He thanked Zebra Zebra, his friend true and bold, "My roar is restored! More precious than gold!"

Leaves start falling, swirling down, In Autumn's forest, gold and brown. A painted scene, a vibrant hue, Where red and orange peek anew. Leif the Leaf, so crisp and bright, A maple star in golden light, Wiggled free from branch so high, Ready for a breezy sky. Windy the Wind, with whooshing sound, Came rushing through the forest ground. "Come dance with me!" he seemed to say, "And twirl in Autumn's bright display!" Leif danced and twirled, a joyful spin, With Windy guiding, where to begin. He looped and soared, a dizzy flight, A happy speck in fading light. He zoomed past squirrels and sleepy bears, Past rustling ferns and mossy stairs. He tumbled low, then shot up high, A laughing leaf against the sky. At last, with gentle, fading grace, Leif drifted to a resting place. He landed soft, on leafy bed, Where countless friends already spread. An autumn carpet, rich and deep, Where forest creatures go to sleep. Leif settled in, his journey done, Beneath the setting autumn sun.

Wally sings loudly, a rumbling, deep sound, That bounces and echoes the ocean around! In the deep blue ocean depths, dark and so grand, Where sunlight can't reach, a magical land. Wally the Whale, with barnacles bright, Sang melodies soft in the fading dim light. Coral the Fish, with scales shining red, Heard Wally's deep song and popped out of her bed. His song echoed out, a watery call, Past swaying seaweed, both slender and tall. It tickled the toes of a sleepy sea star, And woke up a crab playing tunes on a jar. The seahorses danced with elegant grace, As Wally's song filled this underwater place. A grumpy old octopus, hidden in kelp, Forgot his bad mood and let out a yelp! More creatures arrived, from near and from far, Drawn in by the song of the musical star. Each bubbly trill, each watery note, Made jellyfish shimmer and playfully float. Then, a magical moment, both joyous and grand, They all joined in Wally, a musical band! Coral the Fish with a shimmering gleam, And starfish and crab, all living the dream. They sang and they swayed, a chorus so deep, The Whale's Ocean Song, secrets to keep! In the deep blue ocean, their voices all blend, A magical concert that never will end!

In a meadow kissed by morning dew, Where wildflowers wore colors bright and new, Lived Sunny the Sun, a golden, cheerful chap, And Rosie the Rose, in a velvety red cap. Sunny felt tired, a yawn escaped his face, "Just a tiny nap," he whispered with grace. He closed his eyes, a blink in the sky so wide, And settled down for a peaceful, sunbeam ride. As Sunny snoozed, the flowers drooped low, Rosie the Rose felt a little bit slow. The butterflies fluttered with less joyful flight, The meadow grew quieter, bathed in pale light. The bees buzzed softer, a worried hum they made, "What's wrong with Sunny? Why isn't light displayed?" Rosie the Rose, with a tiny, thorny sigh, Hoped Sunny would wake, and brighten the sky. But soon, a shimmer, a golden, gentle gleam, Sunny stretched wide, like waking from a dream! He opened his eyes, so bright and so bold, And showered the meadow in stories to be told. The flowers all perked up, a vibrant, happy hue, Rosie the Rose, the brightest red, it's true! The meadow bloomed brighter than ever before, Thanks to Sunny's nap, and his golden light to pour!