New Poems

Spring's Gentle Awakening

The world starts to wake, a sleepy green yawn, As Spring's gentle touch kisses the dawn. A meadow awakes, a vibrant bright hue, With petals unfurling, kissed by the dew. The flowers all stretch, in colors so bold, Stories in petals, bravely untold. Red poppies dance, with sunny gold hearts, While bluebells chime softly, playing their parts. Buzz, buzz, buzz go the busy, bright bees, Dancing on blossoms, carried by breeze. They sip sweet nectar, a sugary treat, Tiny striped workers, with pollen-dusted feet. Flutter, flutter, the butterflies fly, Painting the meadow, across the blue sky. Orange and yellow, with spots black as night, A kaleidoscope swirling, a glorious sight. The birds sing sweetly, a chirping refrain, Waking the forest, again and again. Sunbeams are dancing, on leaves fresh and new, Washing the world in a sparkling bright hue. From slumber so deep, life bursts into view, A meadow reborn, happy and true. The world is renewed, a happy new start, With Spring's gentle magic, captured at heart.

The Penguin's Slippery Slide

On snowy hills so bright and grand, In icy realms of wonderland, Lived Pip the Penguin, small and round, Whose greatest joy on Earth was found, To slide on ice, a thrilling spree, A happy penguin, wild and free! He waddled up, a tiny dot, To where the ice was extra hot, Not really hot, but smooth and slick, For penguin slides, a perfect trick! Then WHOOSH! He zoomed with joyful squeals, A feathered rocket on his heels! Along came Sammy, sleek and wide, A playful Seal, with naught to hide. He saw young Pip in joyful flight, And thought, "That looks like pure delight!" He joined the fun with a booming bark, Leaving a muddy, slippery mark. Then Wally Whale, a gentle giant, Heard all the laughter, self-reliant. He nudged the ice with friendly fin, And joined the slide, where fun could win! A splash of water, a mighty spray, He cleared the path along the way! They slipped and wobbled, side by side, A penguin, seal, and whale in stride! A funny journey, full of glee, Across the ice, for all to see! They bumped and bounced, a joyful mess, Towards the ocean, nonetheless! At last they reached the ocean blue, Their slippery slide adventure through! With happy splashes, loud and bright, They plunged into the watery light! Pip the Penguin, Sammy Seal, And Wally Whale, their joy was real! A perfect slide, a perfect day, In Antarctica, hooray, hooray!

In shadows deep, where stillness sleeps, A dark and silent night it keeps. No rustling leaves, no chirping sound, Just velvet blackness all around. The stars peeked out, like diamonds bright, And whispered, "Dance! In starry light!" The Moon, a pearl in inky skies, Agreed, "Let's waltz before sunrise!" The fireflies blinked, a glowing crew, "We'll join the fun, me too, me too!" They zipped and zoomed, a tiny spark, To dance with stars, beyond the dark. Each twinkling star, with silver gleam, Began to sway, a waking dream. The Moon, so round, began to spin, A cosmic dance, where joy could win. The fireflies wove, a golden thread, Around the stars above their head. They painted patterns, swift and free, For all the sleeping world to see. They twinkled bright, a wondrous sight, A silent ballet, through the night. With shimmers soft, and gentle grace, They filled the dark and empty space. But dawn arrives, a rosy hue, The starry dance is sadly through. The stars grow faint, a soft farewell, Until the night, when magic fell.

In jungles green, where sunlight streams, A tropical world of playful dreams! A Monkey lived, so quick and sly, With fur of brown and twinkle in his eye. And perched up high, a Parrot bright, With feathers bold, a dazzling sight! He swung and leaped, a furry blur, Loves to play and climb, for sure! He saw a bunch, so ripe and sweet, Bananas yellow, a yummy treat! He grabbed the bunch with joyful glee, "These tasty treats are all for me!" The Parrot squawked, "Hey, Monkey, wait! Those bananas seal your fate!" A chase began, a funny sight, Through vines and trees, with all their might! The Monkey zoomed, the Parrot flew, A banana peel, a sticky goo! The Monkey slipped, a silly slide, Bananas scattered, far and wide! The Parrot laughed, a joyful sound, As fruit fell gently to the ground. He gathered 'round what he could get, No regrets, no upset. The Monkey smiles, a mischievous grin, Mischief done, the laughter within!

In a garden so bright, where sunshine did gleam, Lived a Hedgehog named Harry, a fluffy sweet dream. Flowers bloomed colors of red, gold, and blue, But Harry felt lonely, and a hug he felt due. A Butterfly fluttered, with wings painted bright, And buzzed a small Bee, in the warm summer light. "I'm Harry," he whispered, "and nobody knows, How much I would love just a hug, I suppose." The Butterfly landed, so gentle and near, "We're friends, Harry Hedgehog! Have no worry, no fear!" The Bee offered nectar, a sweet, golden treat, And Harry felt warmth from his head to his feet. They played 'midst the blossoms, a joyous, glad sight, The Butterfly, Bee, and the Hedgehog so bright. Sharing stories and laughter, the whole afternoon, Their friendship grew stronger, beneath the bright moon. Then Harry reached out, with a smile so sincere, And gave them a hug, banishing all fear. A happy, warm hug, shared with Butterfly, Bee, "We're friends always, Harry! As happy as can be!"

In a courtyard of stone, gray and grand, Where banners did flap in the land, Sir Reginald Brave, with a shield shining bright, Prepared for a quest in the morning light. A princess, they say, with hair like the sun, Was snatched by a dragon, the terrible one! Imprisoned in caverns, dark, dusty, and deep, While the kingdom, in sorrow, could only weep. He charged on his steed, a palfrey so bold, Past towers and gardens, a story to be told. Through forests he galloped, where shadows did creep, His promise to rescue, he vowed to keep! He faced a grumpy griffin, with feathers so vast, And answered his riddles, quite clever and fast. He crossed a wide river, on lily pad boat, With frogs singing loudly, a musical note! At last, to the dragon's dark cave he did creep, Where smoldering embers did lull him to sleep. The dragon awoke with a roar, loud and deep, But Reginald's courage, his promise to keep! He tickled the dragon, with a feather he found, Till laughter erupted, and shook the ground! The dragon, now friendly, with tears in his eyes, Released the fair princess, beneath sunny skies. Back to the castle, they rode, side-by-side, The dragon flew with them, with joy as his guide. Sir Reginald brave, a hero so true, The kingdom rejoiced, their troubles were through!

Upon a beach, so bright and gold, Where summer stories start to unfold. Little children, with buckets and spade, Building a kingdom, skillfully made. A grand sandcastle, with towers so tall, Waiting for Neptune's watery call. Suddenly, a crab, with shell so grand, Scuttled sideways across the sand. He winked a claw, a mischievous gleam, "Protect your castle, it's more than a dream!" The waves, like horses, began to race, Crashing and frothing, with foamy grace. Children giggled, and danced with glee, As the ocean tickled, wild and free. They chased the seagulls, with laughter so clear, Summer's sweet music, banishing fear. Built moats and bridges, against the tide, Their sandy fortress, they bravely defied. But summer days, like seashells, fade, Leaving memories, gently laid. The sandcastle crumbles, the sun dips low, But summer's magic, continues to glow. Though autumn arrives, with colors bright, They'll dream of the beach, bathed in golden light. For summer's surprise, though fleeting and brief, Left joy in their hearts, and sweet relief.

A little lamb, so fluffy white, Forgot his happy tune one night. No "baa baa black sheep," soft and low, Just worried bleats, a mournful woe! He grazed upon a meadow green, The prettiest sight you've ever seen! With buttercups and daisies bright, And fluffy clouds in sunny light. Mama Sheep, with gentle eyes, Heard her little lamb's sad cries. "What's wrong, my dear? Why such despair? Your happy song is nowhere there!" A little Bird, with feathers blue, Perched on a branch, a helpful view. "I heard him, Sheep, his song took flight, Lost in the wind, with all its might!" The lamb he listened, ears perked high, To buzzing bees that fluttered by, To whispering grass, a gentle sway, Perhaps his song had gone that way! Then suddenly, a sound so sweet, A tiny ripple at his feet! The babbling brook, a silver thread, Was humming tunes inside his head! He heard the water's gentle flow, The wind that rustled to and fro, The chirping birds, the buzzing bees, A symphony upon the breeze! And in that moment, clear and strong, He remembered where he belonged! A happy bleat, a joyful sound, His lost song magically found! He jumped and danced, no longer blue, His song returned, brand new! Mama Sheep smiled, content and near, The little lamb's song, loud and clear!

In Candy Land, a sugary dream, Where lollipop trees in sunshine gleam, Lived Jellybean, so bright and bold, With Gummy Bear, a tale to be told, And Chocolate Chunk, a fudgy friend, Whose journey to the sky would never end. They wanted to reach the sky so high, Past clouds of cotton candy nigh, So Jellybean, with might and main, Began to bounce across the plain. He bounced and bounced, a sugary spree, With Gummy Bear and Chocolate Chunk, you see, Tumbling down gumdrop hills so steep, Across marshmallow rivers, oh so deep! They dodged the licorice whips that swirled, And caramel puddles, round the world, A bouncing, tumbling, sweet parade, Through Candy Land, a wish they made! At last, they leaped, with all their might, Beyond the sugar clouds so white, And Jellybean, with a joyful cry, Touched the stars in the midnight sky! Covered in stardust, sweet and bright, They whispered wishes to the night. Then back to Candy Land they fell, To dream of stars, and stories to tell, Of bouncing journeys, sweet and grand, In Candy Land, a sugary land.

In a dusty attic corner, shadows played, Where sunbeams peeked, and cobwebs swayed. A spider, small, with eyes so bright, Longed for a friend with all her might. Wanted friends, hard to find, In this dusty attic, left behind. Her web, a silver, silken thread, Usually caught insects, living or dead. But today, she thought, “I’ll change my ways, And use my web for brighter days!” A buzzing fly, with wings so sheer, Flew too close, filled with fear! “Oh, bother!” cried the tiny fly, “I’m stuck, I’m stuck! I’ll surely die!” The spider scurried, quick and near, “Don’t fret, dear fly, there’s nothing to fear! I’ll cut you loose, just hold on tight, And set you free into the light!” Then came a moth, all soft and brown, Drawn to the web, flying down. He too was caught, a gentle plea, “Oh, spider dear, please rescue me!” The spider smiled, a friendly gleam, "My web's for help, it would seem! I'll free you both, no need to dread, And maybe, just maybe, we can be friends instead!" She snipped and cut with nimble grace, Setting them free in that dusty place. The fly and moth, surprised and pleased, Felt all their worries gently eased. They buzzed and fluttered, then flew near, "Thank you, spider, you're so dear! We’ll visit you, we promise true, And bring our friends to visit, too!" So in the attic, dusty and old, A friendship blossomed, brave and bold. The spider smiled, her heart alight, New friends, no longer lonely, day and night!

Trees say farewell, a whisper so light, As Autumn's grand curtain descends on the night. A forest ablaze, in red and in gold, A painter's best dream, a story unfolds. The maples are crimson, the oaks amber bright, A dazzling farewell, a glorious sight. The Leaves, in their dresses of rust, brown, and tan, Held hands on the branches, a colorful clan. The Wind, a mischievous sprite, full of glee, Whispered, "Time to let go, and dance with me!" A Squirrel, with cheeks bulging, scurried around, Collecting his treasures from right off the ground. He chattered and chuckled, a busy old soul, Preparing his winter hideaway, his cozy hole. Then whoosh! went the Wind, with a playful, strong puff, The Leaves, oh so giddy, cried, "That's enough!" They tumbled and twirled, in a swirling cascade, A vibrant kaleidoscope, a joyful parade. They danced with the Wind, in a fluttering spree, A beautiful blizzard for all eyes to see. They landed like blankets on roots old and deep, Where sleepy seeds nestled, preparing to sleep. The forest is quiet, the colors all gone, The Squirrel is snoozing till rise of the sun. Winter now sleeps, beneath blankets of white, Dreaming of spring, and of blossoming light.

In a hidden underwater cave, so deep, Where coral castles slumbered in their sleep, Lived Marina, a mermaid with scales so bright, And hair like seaweed, dancing in the light. She woke one morn, a frown upon her face, Her pearl necklace, gone without a trace! "Oh dear!" she cried, a bubbly, watery sound, "My sparkling pearls are nowhere to be found!" Dolphins Dash and Dazzle, with clicks and playful squeals, Volunteered to help, on fast and speedy keels. Old Turtle Tim, with shell of mossy green, Said, "Fear not, Marina, this problem will be seen!" They searched the currents, swirling round and round, Past anemones that danced without a sound. Through fields of kelp, where silverfish did gleam, Hoping for a clue, a shimmering, bright beam. Then Dash let out a whistle, sharp and clear, "A glimmer down below, it's sparkling, have no fear!" Beneath a giant clam, half-buried in the sand, A single, shining pearl, lay close at hand! It wasn't just a pearl, it was a tear, so clear, Shed by Marina when overwhelmed with fear. The necklace, tangled near, was quickly brought to light, Marina cheered, her heart filled with delight! She strung the pearl of sadness on the strand, Now a reminder that true friends lend a hand. So if you're ever lost, or feeling blue, Remember Marina and her helpful, ocean crew!