New Poems

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!

In a kitchen, bright with morning light, Where sunbeams danced with all their might, Stood a kettle, stout and round, Ready to make a bubbly sound. Beside it, sat a teapot plump, Waiting for a tasty jump, Of leaves and water, hot and new, A morning brew for me and you. And there I stood, a sleepyhead, Still snuggled in my cozy bed, But drawn by noises, strange and deep, I peeked inside, while half asleep. *CHOO-CHOO! HACK!* the kettle cried, A steamy sneeze it couldn't hide! It wobbled on its heated base, With bubbles bursting in its face. *CHOO-CHOO! WHEEZE!* it puffed and blew, A cloud of steam, a watery goo! The teapot rattled on the shelf, Almost falling off itself! The kettle coughed, a mighty blast, Its lid went flying, way too fast! It spun around, a dizzy dance, Then landed in my comfy pants! But oh, the steam, it tickled so! It wiggled my nose, from head to toe! I couldn't help but laugh out loud, A giggle burst, amongst the cloud! The teapot chuckled, deep and low, The kettle whistled, soft and slow. The morning's cough, a funny fright, Turned into laughter, pure and bright!

In a bowl, a fruity hue, Apples red and berries blue, Oranges plump, a sunny sight, Bathed in kitchen window light. Two bananas, yellow bright, Peeking out with all their might, Banana One, so smooth and grand, Banana Two, close at hand. "Oh, dear," sighed One, a worried frown, "What if someone peels us down?" Two shivered, "Such a scary thought! We’d rather never be caught!" They clung together, peel to peel, A secret pact, a friendship real. They whispered plans, in hushed banana tones, To hide their ripeness, under leafy cones. They swayed and swayed, as days flew past, Hoping their delicious fate wouldn't last. They helped each other, stay upright and tall, Ready to catch if one should fall. Then little Lily, with eyes so wide, Reached for the bowl, her happy stride. She looked them over, chose an apple red, Leaving bananas, tucked safe in their bed. The bananas cheered, a silent glee, "We're safe!" cried One, "You and me!" They knew, from then, their bond so true, Two best banana friends, forever new.

In spooky woods, where shadows creep, And ancient trees their secrets keep, Lived a friendly ghost, quite round and white, Alone, he sighed throughout the night. He longed for games, for fun and glee, But forest creatures ran from he! He floated sadly, near a tree, "Oh, won't someone be friends with me?" An owl, with eyes of golden gleam, Hooted softly, like a dream. "Who's there?" the ghost, he softly cried, The owl swooped down, "No need to hide!" "Let's play a game!" the ghost did cheer, "Hide and seek, are you in here?" The owl would hoot, then fly away, The ghost would giggle, "Come and play!" A firefly, with tiny light, Joined in the fun throughout the night. They played tag, with glows and hoots, Around the trees, with leafy roots. The forest floor, a dance of light, Ghost, owl, firefly, a joyful sight! No longer lonely, sad, or blue, The friendly ghost had made friends, it's true! He laughed with glee; his heart was light; He made new friends quickly in the night!

In stanzas or groups of lines. The space station hummed, a silver bright pearl, Orbiting Earth, a dizzying swirl. Stars like diamonds, scattered and grand, Our brave astronaut, planted on space-land. But oh, disaster, a terrible fright! Astronaut Annie, with all of her might, Was folding her laundry, all neat in a stack, When WHOOSH! Two socks flew, there was no turning back! Her stripy socks, her fuzzy blue pair, Escaped through a vent with a whoosh in the air! "My socks!" cried Annie, "They're floating away! I need them for space walks, starting today!" She donned her jetpack, a gleam in her eye, "I'll chase those darn socks through the whole galaxy sky!" Past meteor showers, a sparkly cascade, Annie zoomed after, unafraid, undismayed. She tumbled and twirled, a sock-seeking star, Leaving Earth far behind, really quite far. Then, a blur of green, a spaceship so small, An alien zipped by, answering Annie's call! With antennae wiggling and eyes big and bright, The alien chuckled, a comical sight. He held up the socks, all fuzzy and new, "We use them for blankets! They're warm, it is true!" But seeing Annie's face, so sad and so grim, He knew he had to give them back to her, him. He traded the socks for a bag of space cheese, And waved goodbye with a cosmic sneeze! Annie grinned wide, her mission complete, Her socks safe and sound, oh so fluffy and sweet! Back to the station, she happily flew, Thanks to an alien, and socks fuzzy and blue!

In a house so grand, and empty too, Dust motes danced in sunbeams, it's true. Cobwebs hung like ghostly lace, A perfect, quiet, echoing space. The brave little mouse, so small and meek, Heard a *thump* and a *squeak,* A scary noise, a chilling sound, Making his tiny heart pound and pound. Suddenly, a flash of fur, A grumpy cat with a mighty purr! Whiskers twitching, eyes so green, The meanest cat he'd ever seen! Then, a woof and a bark, a happy sound, A playful dog bounced off the ground! Tail a-wagging, full of glee, A friend, perhaps, for him to be? But still, that noise, that thump and squeak, Sent shivers down his whiskers sleek. He scurried on, a daring quest, To find the source and put it to the test. Behind a chair, all big and old, A splash of colour, brave and bold! A giant balloon, all round and bright, Bouncing gently in the fading light! The cat crept closer, eyes now wide, The dog just barked and jumped with pride. The mouse, so brave, with tiny paws, Reached out and *POP!* broke all the laws! The balloon deflated, with a sigh, Not so scary after all, way up high! The cat just yawned and strolled away, The dog just wagged and wanted to play. The brave little mouse, no longer scared, Knew sometimes noises can be shared. A balloon's pop, a simple thing, Made a brave little mouse a joy to sing!

In a classroom bright, with posters galore, Sat kids like sprinkles on a candy store floor! Miss Lily smiled wide, with a book in her hand, Ready to rhyme in this giggle-filled land. She pointed, "Let's start with a cat in a hat!" The children all cheered, just like that! Then Timmy piped up, with a grin and a gleam, "How 'bout a cat in a hat, riding a green bean?" Miss Lily laughed, "That's wonderfully silly!" Then Susie chimed in, "A cat in a hat, on a green bean, named Willy!" The rhymes got more wild, a crazy parade, A cat in a hat, on a green bean, named Willy, sipping lemonade! Then Billy declared, with a hop and a shout, "A cat in a hat, on a green bean, named Willy, sipping lemonade, with a trout!" The classroom erupted, in giggles and glee, A cat with a trout? As silly as could be! The rhymes kept on coming, faster and faster, Like silly spaghetti, a rhyming disaster! A cat with a trout, playing drums on the moon, While wearing bright purple, polka-dot balloons! The teacher she chuckled, her face turning red, "This rhyme is so silly, it's gone to my head!" The kids were all rolling, with laughter so loud, Their funny rhyme party, attracting a cloud! Finally, exhausted, they all took a breath, Their silly rhyme story, escaping from death... Of boredom, of course! With one final shout, They all agreed, "That was silly! No doubt!"

In Rainbow Forest, bright and deep, Where magic mushrooms softly sleep, Lived Uni, white as morning dew, With rainbow mane, a vibrant hue. But oh, the woe! One gloomy day, His rainbow colors slipped away! His mane was pale, a faded sight, He’d lost his sparkle, lost his light. A tiny bird, with feathers bold, Observed Uni, sad and cold. "Don't fret, dear Uni," chirped the bird, "Your colors aren't completely blurred! We'll find them in this forest grand, Held tightly in nature's hand!" So off they flew, a hopeful pair, To chase the colors through the air. They plucked the red from poppy bright, And orange from a sunset light. The yellow from a buttercup, That bravely held its petals up. The green from moss on ancient trees, The blue from whispering forest breeze. Indigo from twilight skies, And violet from fireflies. Each color, gathered with such care, They brushed it through the unicorn's hair. Slowly, softly, shade by shade, The rainbow magic was remade! But as the last bright hue took hold, A shimmer brighter than pure gold Erupted from the unicorn's mane, A dazzling, sparkling, vibrant reign! For mixed together, nature's art, Had touched his very unicorn heart. His mane now shone, a joyful gleam, The brightest rainbow forest dream!

Falling from the tree, so high, A little leaf waved a bright goodbye. Red and gold, a swirling sight, In the autumn park, bathed in warm light. Mr. Wind, a playful friend, Blew a hello, "Let's make this trend! Of autumn dances, light and free," Said the wind to the leaf, "Come dance with me!" Tree waved branches, "Fly and roam, Make the park your autumn home!" The leaf took flight, a joyful spin, With Mr. Wind, the dancing did begin. Twirling round the slide so tall, Bouncing off the colorful ball. Chasing squirrels with bushy tails, Sailing over little pails. Through crispy leaves, a rustling sound, The happiest journey all around. Higher and higher, then dipping low, Where Mr. Wind decided to gently go. Tired now, from all the play, The leaf floated down at end of day. No longer dancing, light and free, It lands softly on the ground, beneath the tree.

In coral castles, bright and bold, A rainbow reef, a story told, Of bubbles dancing, sunbeams bright, And creatures swimming, day and night. An octopus named Ollie, quite the sight, Got tangled in seaweed, with all his might! Eight arms a-flailing, a squishy plight, Poor Ollie sighed, "Oh, what a night!" A little Fish, with scales of green, Zipped close to Ollie, a helpful scene. "I'll nibble the seaweed, quick and keen!" He chirped, his tiny fins a-gleam. A grumpy Crab, with shell so grand, Scurried over from the sandy land. "Those pesky weeds, I understand! I'll snip them loose with my strong hand!" They worked together, one, two, three, Fish nibbling, Crab snipping, wild and free! Ollie the Octopus, finally he, Popped from the tangle, happy as can be! He wiggled and giggled, gave a grateful squeeze, To Fish and to Crab, who brought him ease. "I'll practice swimming, if you please, And never get tangled in seaweed, if you believe!" Ollie the Octopus, no longer so slow, Learned to swim gracefully, to and fro. He danced through the reef, putting on a show, The Clumsy Octopus, now all aglow!