New Poems

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!

Head hanging low, a sight so sad, In a sunny flower field, quite mad! A sunflower sleeps, its face to the ground, No golden crown, no buzzing sound. The sleepy sunflower, droopy and deep, Lost in a dream where bunnies leap. Around it danced, a vibrant hue, Poppies red, and violets blue. Buzz, buzz, buzz, a bee zoomed near, "Wake up, Sunflower, banish your fear!" But the sunflower slept, a heavy head, Ignoring the bee, safe in its bed. The Sun peeked out, a warm, bright eye, "Why so glum, beneath the sky?" He stretched a ray, a golden hand, And gave the sunflower a sunny strand. A gentle hug, a warming kiss, The sunflower stirred, "What is this?" It felt the heat, a happy glow, And started to rise, remarkably slow. Up, up, up, it stretched so high, To greet the Sun, way up in the sky! No longer sleepy, no longer down, The sunflower smiled, a golden crown! The bee buzzed happy, the field so bright, The sleepy sunflower, awake with delight! Now facing the sun, so big and bold, A happy story, to have and to hold!

The sun peeked in, a golden slice, Across the kitchen, oh so nice! The fridge hummed low, the kettle sighed, And in the corner, something spied… A shiny Toaster, chrome and bright, Woke with a shudder, filled with light! He stretched his slots and gave a yawn, "Another breakfast? Since the dawn!" Then, POP! A voice, both loud and clear, "Good morning, world! The bread is here!" It was the Toaster, singing free, A breakfast opera, wild with glee! Two slices of Bread, all fluffy and white, Woke with a start, a morning fright! "He's singing again!" one whispered low, "Prepare for tanning, watch us glow!" A Child ran in, with messy hair, And giggled loud, beyond compare. "The Toaster's singing! What a treat! He makes the toast taste oh so sweet!" The Toaster sang of buttered bliss, Of crunchy edges, sealed with a kiss. He sang of jam, of marmalade bright, A breakfast ballad, pure delight! He toasted the Bread a golden brown, While dancing jigs, all up and down! The Bread popped up, with happy sighs, "The Singing Toaster is a prize!" The Child grabbed plates, and knives so small, And spread the jam on, one and all. With happy tummies, full and round, The best breakfast ever could be found! The Toaster winked, a cheerful spark, "Tomorrow morning? Same time, same lark!"

Lonely in the dark, a meadow deep and wide, Where crickets chirped and shadows loved to hide. No moon peeked through the trees so tall and grand, Just velvet blackness covering the land. Firefly One, a tiny speck of green, Felt all alone, the saddest ever seen. His little light, a flicker in the gloom, He wished he had a friend to share the room. Then, blink! A spark! Across the grassy space, A tiny point of light began to chase Away the dark. It danced and bobbed so free, Firefly Two, as happy as could be! "Hello!" called One, his light now shining bright, "I'm glad you're here, to share this lonely night!" "Hello!" said Two, with twinkles in her eye, "Let's play a game and light up all the sky!" They zipped and zoomed, a dazzling, bright display, Their tiny lanterns chasing night away. They drew bright circles, wrote their names in light, And laughed and giggled in the summer night. They shared their secrets, whispered in the breeze, Of dewdrops sweet and rustling, leafy trees. They chased each other, up and down they flew, Two little fireflies, a friendship fresh and new. Now, every night, when darkness fills the air, Their friendly lights are twinkling everywhere. No longer lonely, side by side they gleam, A bright friendship glows, a happy, shining dream!

In a misty mountain cave, dark and deep, Where secrets slept and shadows creep, Lived a grumpy dragon, scales of green, The grumpiest beast the world had seen! His name was Gruff, a fiery fright, He'd grumble and growl with all his might. And beside him, shimmering bright, Lay an egg, all speckled with light. Then, *crack!* The egg began to shake, Gruff rolled his eyes, "For goodness sake!" A tiny fairy, wings a-flutter, Cried, "Oh dear, what's all the clutter?" Sir Reginald, a brave young knight, Peered in the cave with all his might. He thought to slay the dragon bold, But the shaking egg, a story told! The eggshell chipped, a little peep, Gruff frowned and grumbled in his sleep... Or so he tried, but curiosity grew, As the cracking sound rang fresh and new. The fairy danced, a joyful spin, While Reginald, with a hopeful grin, Whispered, "Maybe Gruff's not so bad, If he's having a family, happy and glad!" Gruff peered down with squinty eyes, At a tiny creature, a big surprise! A baby dragon, small and meek, With wobbly legs and a tiny squeak. He nudged the babe with a clumsy toe, A feeling strange began to flow. No longer grumpy, fierce, and grand, He held the hatchling in his hand. He learned to feed, he learned to care, For the tiny dragon beyond compare. He taught it how to flap its wings, And all the happy joy it brings. The misty mountain cave grew warm, Safe from every wind and storm. For Gruff the grumpy, fearsome beast, Had found a love, a fiery feast! Then with a pop, the last bit fell, The dragon's tale is ours to tell, The baby dragon, small and new, Knew that his daddy loved him true!

A pirate ship, the Salty Swan, Sailed on the waves, a dusty tan. With ropes like snakes and sails so high, Beneath a bright and endless sky. Captain Bluebeard, gruff and bold, His parrot, Pip, a sight to behold, And Sailor Stan, with seaweed hair, All hunted treasure, beyond compare. "Map leads to X!" the Captain roared, Pip squawked, "Then treasure we'll be stored!" A dotted line, a cryptic clue, Adventure waited, shining through! They dug and searched, on sandy shores, Avoiding sneaky, snapping jaws. They battled storms and crashing waves, To find the treasure the map engraves. They dodged a kraken, big and green, A whirlpool spun, a dizzy scene! Stan climbed the mast, Pip flew ahead, While Bluebeard bellowed, "Almost dead!" At last, they found a chest so old, With hinges rusty, stories told. But when they opened, gasp and stare! No gold, no jewels, just friendship there. Bluebeard chuckled, Pip agreed, "A better treasure, plant the seed! For laughter shared and help so true, Is worth much more than all we knew!"

In a sunny forest glade, all green and gold, Where sunbeams danced and stories were told, Lived Squirrel, with fur so fluffy and bright, Whose favorite nut had vanished from sight! "Oh dear, oh dear!" cried Squirrel with a leap, "My yummy, crunchy nut, I cannot keep! It's gone, it's lost, where could it be now?" He puffed out his cheeks with a worried "Hoo-ow!" Wise Owl, perched high on a branch so tall, Heard Squirrel's sad cries and answered his call. "Hoo-hoo! What's amiss, my furry friend?" "My nut!" wailed Squirrel, "My joy without end!" Rabbit hopped by, with ears long and grand, And joined the search, throughout the green land. "We'll find it, dear Squirrel, don't you despair, We'll look in the bushes, and sniff in the air!" They searched 'neath the toadstools, so red and so round, And peered in the burrows, all over the ground. Squirrel climbed the oak, then the maple so high, But the nut stayed hidden, way up in the sky... almost! Then Rabbit, so quick, with a wiggle and hop, Spotted something brown, near a dandelion top! There, nestled sweetly, among petals so white, Was Squirrel's lost nut, bathed in golden sunlight! Squirrel squealed with delight, a joyful sound, And leaped from the branch to the welcoming ground. He grabbed his dear nut, so precious and dear, And danced a small jig, erasing all fear! Owl hooted with glee, "Hoo-ray, it is found!" Rabbit clapped his paws, all around and around. Squirrel munched his nut, with a happy, small sigh, Beneath the bright sun, in the clear blue sky.

Winter fun! A snowy field, a wood so deep, Where secrets slept and dreams did keep. Fox, with fur of fiery red, Had a winter wish inside his head. A fluffy friend, a bunny white, Hopped along, a joyful sight. "Let's build a snowman!" Fox did cry, Beneath the frosty, winter sky. They rolled a snowball, round and grand, Across the field, with paw and hand. It grew and grew, a snowy sphere, Banishing all winter fear. Another ball, a bit more small, They balanced on, lest it should fall. A carrot nose, two coal-black eyes, Sparkling bright, beneath the skies. A twiggy smile, so wide and glee, This snowman grand, for all to see! A stripy scarf, so warm and bright, And a floppy hat, a wondrous sight! The snowman stood, so tall and proud, A winter king, amongst the crowd. Fox and Rabbit, side by side, Their frosty friend, filled them with pride. Snowman ready, standing tall, Happy winter, fun for all! They danced and cheered, a joyful sound, In the snowy field, safe and sound.