New Poems

In a house creaky, old, and gray, Where shadows danced the night away, Lived a ghost named Boo, quite small, Ready for scares, to give his all. A brave young boy, with pup so bright, Walked in that house one spooky night. Boo peeked and planned, a chilling fright, To scare them both with all his might! He wailed a "WHOOOO!" and rattled chains, Did spooky dances, causing pains... (Of laughter, that is! Not ghostly strains!) But the boy just chuckled, it eased Boo's pains. The boy said, "Ghost, you're not that scary! Your sheet's askew, your wail's quite airy! My dog, Fido, thinks you're hairy... But mostly just a bit contrary!" Fido barked a playful sound, And spun in circles, on the ground. Boo, the ghost, just spun around, His ghostly sheet upon the ground. He tripped and tumbled, landed flat, Beneath a dusty, cobwebbed hat. The boy and dog, where were they at? They helped him up! Just think of that! Boo blushed a shade of spectral green, The silliest ghost you've ever seen. He wasn't scary, mean, or keen, Just a giggling ghost, a happy queen! Now Boo and boy, and Fido too, Play hide-and-seek, with me and you! The haunted house? It's fun and new, 'Cause scary ghosts? Are silly, too!

On a picnic blanket, red and white, Lay Alice and Sam in the sun so bright. With sandwiches stacked and juice box tall, Ready for fun, about to enthrall. Alice didn't want to share, oh no! "This sandwich is mine, from my head to my toe!" Sam frowned a bit, "But sharing is fun!" Alice just huffed, "For me, sharing is none!" Then, marching along, a tiny black line, Came ants with a purpose, a busy design. They spied crumbs of bread, a sugary treat, And swarmed 'round Alice's blanket, oh so fleet! One tiny ant spoke, (though quiet and small), "We always share food, there's enough for all! We carry and lift, together we strive, No ant keeps it selfish, so all may survive!" The ants, like a river, of tiny black dots, Began to take crumbs from Alice's spots! She watched them work hard, together as one, Each helping the other, 'til their task was done. The last crumb now gone, the ants marched away, Leaving Alice to ponder, what they had to say. Sam smiled kindly, "See, Alice? It's true, When we share with each other, good things come to you!" Alice looked down, at the blanket so bare, Then offered Sam half of her juice, with a care. "You're right, Sam," she said, with a happy small sigh, "Sharing is better, and I'll really try!" And as they both sipped, beneath the blue sky, Alice understood why, sharing makes hearts fly! The picnic was perfect, joyful and bright, Because sharing brought friendship, and banished the blight.

In Hidden Valley, green and deep, Where secrets slumber and shadows sleep, Lies a land of whispers, a magical place, With flowers that giggle and trees that embrace. A journey begins, a mystical quest, To a valley unseen, put to the test. A fluffy-eared rabbit, a fox sly and bright, And a bear with a rumble, a friendly old light. Through shimmering streams and mushroom-ringed trails, Past whispering willows and storybook gales, They hopped and they trotted, and lumbered along, To the Land of Talking Animals, singing a song. Beneath a giant oak, with branches so wide, They spread out a blanket, their worries aside. Bear brought the berries, all juicy and sweet, Fox shared the honey, a delectable treat. Rabbit had carrots, so crunchy and crisp, They laughed as they munched, with a joyful, loud lisp. The sunbeams danced down, a golden cascade, As stories were told, and promises made. No longer strangers, with whispers and doubt, Their hearts intertwined, all fear cast out. For in Hidden Valley, so magic and grand, A bear, fox, and rabbit became friends in the land!

In a rainforest, green and grand, Where leafy vines looped hand-in-hand, Lived a sloth, so fluffy and round, The sleepiest creature ever found. Sloth wanted sleep, that much was true, Hanging upside down, his favorite view, Zzzzz went Sloth, a gentle snore, Dreaming of leaves and nothing more. A cheeky monkey, quick and spry, Swung through the branches, way up high. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" he did shout, "The sun is shining all about!" He tickled Sloth's nose with a fluffy tail, Hoping his slumber wouldn't prevail. Then came Parrot, bright and bold, With feathers of ruby, green, and gold. "Squawk! Wakey, wakey, lazy friend!" Her voice echoed, world without end. She flapped her wings, a colorful sight, Trying to rouse him with all her might. But Sloth just mumbled, eyes still shut tight, "Five more minutes, with all my might." The monkey sighed, the parrot did frown, Sloth was the sleepiest in the whole town! He dreamt of bananas, a sugary treat, A mountain of yellow, oh so sweet! He munched and he munched, in his sleepy haze, Oblivious to the rainforest's sun-filled days. So let him sleep, our sleepy friend, His banana dream will never end. In the lush rainforest, green and grand, Sloth dreamt of bananas, close at hand.

In a room where toys reside, A cluttered chaos, far and wide! Blocks and books in disarray, A perfect spot for games to play. Young Jack stood with a worried frown, His dearest Teddy, nowhere around! "Where could he be?" Jack softly sighed, His furry friend, he couldn't hide. Then Whiskers, the cat, with eyes so green, Sensed the distress in the youthful scene. A twitch of tail, a silent meow, "I'll help you find him, right here and now!" Through mountain of clothes, they bravely crept, Over train tracks, carefully they stepped. Under piles of books, they bravely peeped, A tiny clue, they hoped to keep. The Cat looked up and pointed his paws, Down to the ground, ignoring the laws! "Down there", he seemed to say, "Where dust bunnies dance and shadows play!" Jack looked down with a hopeful smile, Under the bed, for quite a while. And there he was, snuggled tight, Teddy the Bear, bathed in dim light! With joyful glee, Jack reached below, And rescued Teddy, from head to toe. A happy hug, a grateful squeeze, The mystery solved, with utmost ease!

Winter is over, the snow's all gone, A sleepy garden yawns at dawn. A Blooming Garden, bright and new, With colors bursting, red and blue. The sunbeams dance, a golden treat, Warming petals, tiny feet. Flower wakes, a sleepyhead, Unfurling softly from her bed. “Oh, my goodness! What a sight! Everything's so sunny and bright!” Bee buzzes by, a furry friend, “The First Day of Spring! The winter's end!” He dips and dives, a happy blur, Gathering nectar, what a stir! Butterfly flits, a painted wing, Dancing with joy, she starts to sing. “The flowers are blooming, the air is sweet, Spring is the best, a joyful feat!” Flower stretches, tall and grand, Bee sips nectar from her hand. Butterfly lands, a gentle touch, They laugh and play oh so much! The garden sings, a happy tune, Beneath the sun and silver moon. The promise whispered on the breeze, Spring is here to stay, if you please!

Down, down deep, where sunlight sleeps, On the ocean floor, secrets it keeps. Coral castles, bubbly and bright, A playground for fishes, a magical sight. A grumpy old Pirate, with beard long and gray, Cried, "Shiver me timbers! My treasure's astray!" He'd dropped his gold doubloons, shiny and bold, Now lost in the ocean, so the story is told. A stripy little Fish, with fins all a-flutter, Heard the Pirate's sad sob, and swam in a clutter. "Oh dear," squeaked the Fish, "What a terrible plight! Perhaps old Ollie Octopus can help shed some light!" Ollie Octopus, with arms long and grand, Slid through the seaweed, a tentacled hand Reached out for the Pirate, "What troubles ye, mate? Perhaps I can find it, before it's too late!" They searched 'neath the clamshells, and over the rocks, The Pirate with bubbles, the Fish with small shocks. Ollie squeezed through crevices, dark and so deep, Where shimmering seahorses silently sleep. Then suddenly, Ollie, with a jubilant squeal, Uncovered a chest, with its treasure revealed! Gold coins all gleaming, a glorious gleam, Woke up a starfish from a watery dream! The Pirate, he cheered, with a hearty "Ahoy!" And hugged Ollie tight, with uncontainable joy. He gave Fish a gold coin, a prize bright and new, "My thanks to you both, for seeing me through!" The Pirate now happy, with treasure restored, Knew friendship was richer than all he adored. He sailed to the surface, beneath the blue sky, With Ollie and Fish, waving a fond goodbye!

In a valley of emerald green, Where softest grass had ever been, A sparkling river, oh so bright, Danced and shimmered in the light. The Sun, a painter in the sky, Brushed golden hues as he went by, Kissing the river with a gleam, A happy, watery, sunlit dream. The Trees, with branches reaching high, Whispered secrets to the sky, Their leafy arms, a verdant crown, Watched the river flowing down. The river flowed, so clear and free, A happy chuckle for all to see, It gurgled softly, “Come and play!” Inviting creatures to its bay. A thirsty deer, with gentle eyes, Bent low to drink beneath the skies, A playful fox, with fur so red, Lapped at the water, then he fled. The birds all sang a joyful tune, As dragonflies danced 'neath the moon, The sparkling river, kind and true, Gave life and joy to me and you. For in its waters, cool and deep, The valley's secrets it would keep, Nourishing all, both big and small, The sparkling river, loved by all!

In a dark, scary cave, where shadows creep, A monster hid deep, secrets to keep. He wasn't scary, not a bit, He just feared kids, and their playful wit! A little girl named Lily, brave and bold, With a teddy bear, a story untold, Stumbled upon the cave's dim light, "Hello?" she called, with all her might. The monster trembled, gave a little squeak, Hoping Lily wouldn't come to seek. But Lily stepped closer, with teddy in tow, "Are you in there, hiding low?" She tiptoed in, with curious eyes, And saw the monster, a big surprise! He covered his face with furry paws, Afraid of her giggles and her playful laws. Lily giggled, "You're so shy and round!" Then reached out her hand, without a sound. She tickled his tummy, a gentle tease, And the monster burst out in a fit of wheezes! He laughed and he roared, a booming sound, As Lily tickled, spinning him around. His fear disappeared, like mist in the sun, Being tickled was actually quite fun! He’d never been tickled, not ever before, Now he wished Lily would tickle some more! So they played in the cave, 'til the sun peeked through, A monster and girl, a friendship brand new. The monster wasn't scary, not anymore, He was Lily's friend, right to the core. And the dark, scary cave, filled with glee, Became the best place, for friends to be!

In School Playground, where laughter rings, Mia and Leo, with frowning things. "My swing's the best!" Mia declared with a pout, "No, mine goes higher!" Leo did shout. A little bird, caught in a terrible plight, Fell from the oak tree, a sorry, sad sight. Its wing was all crooked, its feathers askew, "We must help it!" cried Mia, knowing just what to do. Leo forgot his swing, his anger, his boast, Together they helped the bird the most. They made a soft nest in a shoebox so grand, With cotton and leaves, right there in her hand. They fed it tiny seeds, with water so clear, Whispering softly, "Don't you fear!" They watched as it healed, day after day, Their friendship growing, in a beautiful way. The bird learned to fly, soaring high in the sky, Mia and Leo watched it, with tears in their eye. The argument forgotten, replaced with such glee, Helping the bird set their friendship completely free. Mia smiled at Leo, Leo smiled back, it is true, “We’re Best Friends Forever," both shouted, “Me and You!” A bird brought them closer, than ever before, Friendship is the greatest and gives much more.

In a forest clearing, green and bright, A treehouse popped up in plainest sight! The Magical Treehouse, painted blue, A mystery whispered, "Come, see what's new!" Young Lily gasped, and Tom cried, "Wow!" A friendly dragon gave a little bow. With scales of emerald, gold, and red, He blinked one eye and softly said, "Hop in, dear friends, a journey awaits, Beyond the clouds, through starry gates!" They climbed inside, with hearts aflame, The treehouse shuddered, calling its name. Up, up, it soared, a dizzying flight, Past fluffy sheep and stars so bright! The dragon chuckled, a rumbling sound, As rainbow land began to be found. Candy floss clouds and lollipop trees, A river of soda, carried on the breeze! They slid down rainbows, pink and lime, Having adventures, one at a time. But time flew fast, like shooting stars, And the moon peeked through, behind the Mars. The dragon winked, "It's time to go, Back to your home, where fireflies glow." With a whoosh and a spin, a dizzying drop, The treehouse landed with a gentle pop. Back in the clearing, safe and sound, No lollipop trees on solid ground. Lily and Tom, with sleepy sighs, Rubbed their tired, adventure-filled eyes. The treehouse vanished, leaving no trace, Just dreams of rainbows in that magical place.

In the deep blue sea, so wide and grand, Lived a whale, quite lonely, in this water land. The coral castles gleamed, a vibrant hue, But the whale sang softly, a mournful "Woo-hoo!" His song echoed sadly, a lonely sound, No one to listen, nowhere to be found. Then a flash of silver, a wiggle and gleam, A little fish zipped by, a colorful dream! "Why do you sing," the fish did ask, "With such a sorrowful, watery task?" The whale sighed deeply, a bubbly burst, "I'm all alone, my heart will burst!" But then, a leap! A joyful spree! A dolphin joined them, happy and free! He spun and twirled, with clicks and with calls, "We'll be your friends, and answer your squalls!" The fish and the dolphin, a playful pair, Showed the whale adventures beyond compare. They danced in the currents, explored the deep, Secrets of the ocean they promised to keep. They chased the sunbeams, that danced on the floor, And laughed with the sea anemones, wanting more! No longer lonely, the whale felt so grand, With friends by his side, in this underwater land. So the whale then sang, a joyful new tune, Under the ocean, bathed by the moon. A happy song echoed, no longer blue, The Singing Whale, with friends old and new!