Frog's Monologue


Emerald green, he gleams
With rich, vibrant hues
Sitting by the water, he dreams
I wonder about his muse

Singing to the wind and stars
Joy seems his greatest skill
Maybe he is really from Mars
His voice is so loud and shrill

Echoing faintly on the night
Laughing in the shadowy dark
Gracious, he shines so bright
He should be someone’s trademark

Lively and filled with inspiration
Imagine the feeling I awaken
It could be he is some relation
To one who his heart has forsaken

Whoever he loves, however he lives
I know this frog is wise beyond his years
He offers prayers and always gives
Kisses to the girls with pig’s ears

There is a saying that is told to us all
“You must kiss a lot of frogs
To find your prince charming” – Call
Whoever you know to this frog’s monologue





Fart-tastic Poetry Contest
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September 14, 2021

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Marikate Kingston

October 5, 2021 at 12:38 PM

At 5, my daughter had a frog she raised from a backyard tadpole in her garden. Croak he was named. I might copy your poem and send it to her at school She would love it. She loves to draw frogs. I am especially fond of your first stanza, it a great way to introduce your poem and its bright happy picture Ribbit! I enjoyed this poem a lot.

Beata Agustin

September 28, 2021 at 6:15 AM

Congrats! Thanks for this, making me chuckle... showing your poetic versatility, proven by this muse. Thanks likewise for my placement in your recently-judged contest. God bless you.

Jan Allison

September 27, 2021 at 7:52 AM

what a fun rhyme Regina, many congratulations on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Mike Bayles

September 16, 2021 at 8:38 PM

Regina, I love the humor and rhyme of this poem.

Joseph P. DiMino

September 15, 2021 at 7:36 AM

Regina, this is charming, delightful. A lot of us frogs out here -- I feel somewhat vidicated by your splendid poem. Don't believe I can ever again hear a frog croak...and not believe an angel has spoke.

Lindsay Laurie

September 14, 2021 at 6:40 PM

Hello Regina ... I do enjoy listening to a chorus of frogs at sunset, although around here frogs attract snakes. My grandson told me a friend had to have warts removed because he kissed a frog - thank you for your fine poem Regina - Lindsay