New Poems

In whispers deep, where shadows creep, The forest sighs, and secrets sleep. Tall trees stand, a leafy crown, Where fuzzy creatures wander down. Barnaby Bear, a sleepy chap, Took a nap, right in his trap... Of dreams! He walked, eyes shut so tight, Through moonlit woods, in the dead of night! Rosie Rabbit, twitching nose, Saw Barnaby go, goodness knows Where he was heading! "Wake him up!" She squeaked to Horace, in his cup... Of oak tree tea, that wise old Owl, Whose feathers ruffled with a growl, A worried "Hoo! What shall we do? He'll trip and tumble, that's for true!" They hopped and flew, a frantic pair, Trying to rouse the sleepwalking bear! Rosie hopped high, and tugged his toe, "Wakey, wakey, Barnaby, ho!" Horace the Owl, with flapping wings, Sang a silly song that nobody sings! "Beary, Beary, big and round, Wake up now, before you're down!" But Barnaby Bear just mumbled low, "More honey, please... I want some mo'..." He stumbled onward, near the creek, About to splash, a soggy sneak! Rosie gasped, a bunny blur, Then whispered sweetly in his fur, "Follow the honey, Barnaby dear, It's just right here, so have no fear!" Barnaby sniffed, his nose awoke, He turned around, with a sleepy yoke. He followed the scent, a honeyed trail, Back to his cave, without a wail. He tumbled in, with a happy sigh, And closed his eyes beneath the sky. Rosie and Horace, perched above, Whispered, "He's safe, that's love!" The sleepwalking bear, tucked in so tight, Dreaming of honey, all through the night! And the forest slept, beneath the moon, Till Barnaby woke, at afternoon!

In dappled sunlight, park so green, A happy, bouncy, joyful scene. Beneath the oak, where shadows play, A girl with apples came to stay. An apple bright, a rosy red, She bit it once, then softly said, "This apple's yummy, sweet, and grand, But sharing makes it taste more planned!" A tiny flick, a bushy tail, A squirrel peeked, then left the trail. Another joined, with eyes so bright, Drawn by the apple's sweet, pure light. She smiled so wide, a friendly face, Offered a slice with gentle grace. The squirrels drew near, no longer shy, Nibbling close beneath the sky. The children laughed, a joyful sound, As furry friends sat all around. Apples crunched, a happy treat, Friendship flourished, oh so sweet! Sunbeams danced, a golden hue, Sharing snacks, a thing to do. Together they enjoyed the day, With apples, friends, in a joyful way!

In a forest old, where sunlight slept, And mossy stones their secrets kept, Lived Willow, a girl with eyes so bright, And a fairy named Lumi, bathed in light. Lumi appeared, a shimmer and gleam, Holding a cage, it seemed a dream, Inside, a bird with feathers blue, "A gift for you, Willow, brand new!" Willow gasped, "A bird so grand, But trapped inside, I understand, He longs to fly, to soar and sing," A thought took root, a joyful thing. With trembling hands, she opened the door, The little blue bird asked for no more, He hopped on her finger, a tiny squeeze, Then spread his wings in the forest breeze. He circled her head, a song he trilled, The forest with music was beautifully filled, Lumi smiled, her eyes alight, "Your kindness, Willow, shines so bright!" The bird flew high, a sapphire dart, A happy chirping, a work of art, Willow laughed, her heart so free, Kindness given, returned to she. For Lumi's gift, though small it seemed, Unlocked a joy that brightly gleamed, A friendship born, a spirit soared, Happiness blossomed, evermore stored.

In shadows deep, a cavern grand, With walls of rock and shifting sand, Lived Sparky, a dragon, green and small, Feeling lonely, missing one and all. He sighed a puff of smoke, so blue, "No friends for dragons, boo hoo hoo!" His cave was comfy, warm, and wide, But friendship’s joy he couldn’t hide. Then clank, clank, clank, a sound so near, Sir Reginald, the knight, drew near! In shining armor, bold and bright, He paused before the dragon's light. And with him came, a woolly friend, A sheep named Pip, until the end! He trembled, "Baa," behind the knight, Afraid of dragons, day and night. "Fear not, good sheep," the knight proclaimed, "This dragon's heart is never blamed! He's lonely, Pip, that's plain to see, Come, Sparky, join us, wild and free!" Sparky blinked, surprised and pleased, His lonely dragon heart was eased! He followed them, with happy roar, Right to the village, nothing more! The villagers gasped, then cheered with glee, "A dragon friend! How grand can be!" They baked him cakes and sang him songs, Where Sparky truly now belongs. Pip the sheep, no longer scared, On Sparky's back, he bravely dared! To ride around, with joyous leaps, While the village cheered, and no one sleeps. So Sparky found, in village fair, A knight, a sheep, and friends to share, His lonely cave, a memory gone, The friendliest dragon, from dusk till dawn!

Dust motes danced in golden light, In Grandpa's attic, what a sight! Old trunks and toys, a rocking horse, A forgotten swing, of course! A boy named Tim, with eyes so bright, Was searching for adventure's light. He coughed and sneezed, then with a shout, An old, brown map, he pulled right out! “The Treasure Map!” it boldly read, With pirate skulls and inky dread. Then squawk! A parrot, green and bold, “Ahoy, Matey! Treasure to be told!” The map unfurled, a crinkled guide, "X" marking where the treasures hide. The parrot, Percy, winked his eye, "First, find the tick-tock, reaching high!" They climbed the clock, all dusty brown, Then Percy chirped, "Now look down!" Beneath the rocking horse so grand, A riddle whispered in the sand. "What has an eye, but cannot see?" Tim pondered, happy as could be. "A needle!" shouted he with glee, "The needle points! Now follow me!" They followed yarn, a winding trail, Past dusty books and rusty nail. The attic air, so thick and sweet, Led to a box, a sugary treat! No gold doubloons, no jewels untold, But candy wrappers, brave and bold. A chocolate stash, a rainbow mix, The pirate's treasure, yummy tricks! Tim laughed aloud, a joyful sound, The best adventure he had found! With Percy perched upon his head, "Next time," he said, "we'll search for bread!"

Rain falls down, a pitter-pat song, On the garden where we all belong! Green shoots stretching, a leafy embrace, In this flowery, sun-kissed space. Little flowers, in colors so bright, Yawn and stretch in the morning light. Red and yellow, purple and blue, Waiting for something refreshing and new. Then plink, plank, plunk, the rain starts to fall, Like tiny dancers, answering nature’s call. Each tiny droplet, a sparkling gem, Washing the petals, stem by stem. "Hooray!" cry the flowers, with a joyful sound, As the rain soaks deep into the ground. They drink and they grow, reaching up high, Dancing with raindrops against the blue sky. From his muddy home, an earthworm peeks out, "A splashy adventure, there is no doubt!" He wiggles and squirms, happy and free, In this wet, wonderful jubilee! The rain dances down, with a shimmering sheen, Making the garden a vibrant, lush scene. The flowers drink deep, the earthworm plays, And everything grows, in these sunshiny days. So thank you, sweet rain, for this magical treat, Making our garden wonderfully complete! The flowers are blooming, the earthworm is fed, And happiness grows, from the top of my head!

The sunbeams danced on sandy toes, A salty breeze kissed Lily's nose. She gathered shells, a rainbow bright, Upon the beach, a dazzling sight. The waves, like puppies, nipped her heels, As Lily planned, with joyful squeals, A castle grand, of sand so fine, A seashell kingdom, truly divine. A scallop shell became a tower, A conch, a horn with booming power. The waves crept close, a playful threat, "We'll tickle toes, you haven't seen us yet!" She laughed and built, with heart so bold, Her castle strong, a story told. Of mermaids fair and pirate's loot, Protected by a sandy foot! The sun dipped low, a fiery kiss, On ocean waves, pure, salty bliss. Her castle stood, a gleaming pearl, The happiest day for one small girl.

In meadows green, where breezes play, And wildflowers dance in bright array, Three little friends, with laughter light, Sought shade from sunshine, burning bright. Beneath the boughs of emerald hue, A mighty tree, strong, tall, and true, Offered welcome, cool and deep, Where sunbeams dared not slyly peep. The children giggled, "Oh, what bliss!" As sunbeams tried to steal a kiss, But leafy arms, a gentle screen, Kept them cool, this happy scene. Sunshine peeked, with golden eye, But branches swayed, way up so high, The tree whispered secrets, soft and low, Of rustling leaves and breezes' flow. They built a castle, leafy, grand, With twigs and stones, throughout the land, The tree stood watch, a patient friend, Their joyful games would never end. Then, weary from their playful chase, They nestled close, in leafy space, The tree's soft lullaby they heard, Like gentle music, softly stirred. Beneath the shady canopy, They drifted off, so peacefully, Sunshine kissed the leaves above, As dreams embraced them, filled with love.

In a bathroom bright, with tiles so white, Stood a mirror, gleaming in the light. Little Lily stared, with worried frown, At a tiny tooth, wobbling up and down! "Oh, Mom!" she cried, "It's jiggly, see? This wobbly tooth is teasing me!" Mom chuckled soft, "A wiggly treat! Soon a new one will fill its seat." Lily puffed her cheeks, a determined sight, And grabbed that tooth with all her might! She wiggled it left, she wiggled it right, That stubborn tooth put up a fight! She tied it to a string, then slammed the door, But still that tooth stuck fast, wanting more! She ate a carrot, crunchy and bold, Hoping to break free, that story told. She danced a jig, she sang a song, To try and tempt that tooth along. She made silly faces, cross-eyed and grim, But the wobbly tooth just hung on him! Then, with a sneeze, a mighty "KERCHOO!" (Sent soap bubbles flying, me and you!) The wobbly tooth, surprised and caught, Popped right out! A victory fought! Lily leaped with joy, a happy squeal, Holding her treasure, her toothy appeal! "It's gone! It's gone! Hooray, it's free! Now for the Tooth Fairy's gift for me!"

A buzzing sound, a tiny plight, A bee was stuck, oh what a fright! High in the branches of the oak tree grand, In the schoolyard buzzing, lost in the land. The school bell chimed, a joyful sound, But silence fell as children gathered 'round. Miss Lily, the teacher, with a worried frown, "That little bee, we must get it down!" Little Timmy, with his shoes untied, Suggested, "Maybe we should try to glide A paper airplane, just to give a poke, And gently nudge the bee to fly and croak…buzz!" Lily Lou, with ribbons in her hair, Said, "No, no, no! That's not fair! Let’s offer it honey, sweet and bright, To lure it down into the light!" So they gathered flowers, sweet and gold, And held them high, a story to be told. The bee saw kindness in each small face, And slowly, gently, left its leafy space. It buzzed a greeting, a tiny, happy sound, And landed softly on the ground. It buzzed a thank you, then took to the sky, A tiny friend, waving goodbye. Now every day, at break and noon, They watch the bee dance 'neath the moon…or sun! They know that friendship, big or small, Can help a creature, stand up tall, And makes the schoolyard brighter, for one and all!

Above clouds, a fluffy white sea, Where cotton candy castles hung free, Lived a boy with a heart full of glee, Looking up high, as happy as could be. He wished on a star, a glimmering spark, "Oh, wishing star, shining bright in the dark, Grant me some magic, a fanciful arc, To make the world better, leave my own mark!" The star winked down, a twinkle so grand, Then magic flowed forth, from the sky to the land! The boy felt a tingle, a wave through his hand, He could float like a feather, at the star's command! The moon, a kind fellow with craters galore, Cheered from above, wanting to help even more. He whispered a secret, "Fly to the shore, And spread joy and laughter, forevermore!" He zoomed past the clouds, a blur in the night, With sparkles and sunshine, banishing fright! He gave grumpy old goblins a fantastical sight, Of dancing mushrooms, shining so bright! He painted sad rainbows with colours so bold, Turning tearful dragons to stories untold. He gifted lost fairies with wings made of gold, Making everyone happy, young and old! The star in the sky, with a twinkle so deep, Knew the boy's kind heart a promise would keep. So above the cloud sea, where dreams never sleep, The world was much happier, secrets to keep!

On the savanna, wide and grand, Golden grass in a sun-kissed land. Acacia trees with reaching arms, Safe from danger, free from harms. Leo the Lion, with mane so bright, Practiced his roar with all his might. A tiny squeak, a wobbly sound, Not quite the roar that shook the ground! Miko the Monkey, in branches high, Heard Leo's attempt and almost cried With laughter, a chattering, giggling spree, "That's not a roar, that's a sneeze, you see!" Pip the Bird, with feathers so blue, Perched on a thorn, chuckled too. "That little puff, that funny peep, Leo, dear, you're fast asleep!" Leo blushed, his fur turned red, Embarrassed by the words they said. He closed his eyes, took a breath so deep, And thought of secrets he wanted to keep. He thought of courage, strong and bold, Of stories whispered, never old. He thought of sunsets, painted bright, And filling the savanna with golden light. Then, Leo roared! A booming sound, That echoed all the way around! The earth did tremble, the birds took flight, The savanna bathed in the lion's might! Miko the Monkey, stopped his fun, Pip the Bird, knew Leo had won. For deep inside, he found the key, The Lion's Roar, for all to see!