Best Annabelle Poems
She’s furlicious, sweet and kind.
Not one bite of violence between her teeth.
Loves a good rubdown of her ruddy physique.
An old lady with a kick.
Still knows how to gain access to your heart.
Better than a child — wraps you around her paw.
no cage please...
no garage...
no basement...
She sneaks up
the split-level stairs.
She’d climb higher, if you’d let her,
until this fine pit bull specimen,
stares shamelessly into your mesmerized eyes,
and kisses you
on the cheek
with her burlap tongue.
9/2/2018
*furlicious - combination of fur and delicious
Categories:
annabelle, dog,
Form:
Personification
There was a woman named Annabelle
They say she’s a bit of an animal
Men said what ‘s the palaver
She’s no different to any other
They didn’t know she was a cannibal
Categories:
annabelle, funny
Form:
Limerick
Annabelle Gads
She is a fantastic fibber
Annabelle Gads
A fun-filled, fighter,a flirt and a felon.
Can she spend the night, Friday, please?
Categories:
annabelle, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Tanka
Thin lips
Small hands
Soft touch
Deep look
Inside my eyes
You make my life?
At least you try
Categories:
annabelle, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Bright red scarlet Tulips for Annabelle
A kiss of natures art
a sweet smile of her elegant's
eyes with feelings
such beauty that sings to ones heart
flowering our soul with such bright delights
you are a lady that is so sweet with kindness
you leave such lovely sweet memories behind.
Categories:
annabelle, beautiful, beauty, feelings, flower,
Form:
Rhyme
Young Annabelle Lee
went off to see
if she could find some posies
in her pretty dress,
hair in a mess,
and little pink bare toesies.
But every boy that she did meet
from Tom to Dick to Harry
(each and all potential grooms)
gave her a little flower treat.
So many boys, so many blooms
she found them hard to carry.
Back home she went,
embraced in scent
did Annabelle Lee;
now smiling with glee.
Categories:
annabelle, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
All his ink wells ran dry
From uncertain thought
His nib dripping with ink from within,
The crimson script full of regret
From what has and has not been.
Grief stricken eyes
Nails turning to dust
Hair falling with every turn of the page,
He reeked of whiskey and the troubles it brought
The smell worsened as she started to age.
As the hour glass ticked
The months blew away
Times ocean began to swell
But not a soul came through at anytime
Looking for his sweet so sweet Annabelle.
Categories:
annabelle, death, fear, loss, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Sharp work of Annabelle
A steak and Kidney pie
Examined under lamp
A pure forgery.
Oh my goodness, she jumped off-guard
I couldn't miss the funeral
Washed and dressed herself
Like a rattling soda
Popped straight into the night.
Categories:
annabelle, allegory, poetry,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When Annabelle was by her side she felt secure.
At the park where she played frisbee or the movies,
there was an unspoken connection that allayed her fears
and quieted her anxieties.
They were as one, inseparable, going everywhere
together, like sisters sharing secrets no one else
would ever know, until
her Annabelle was gone.
She lost her compass, her way
of comprehending right from wrong.
She was frantic; she searched high and low,
called the authorities, alerted all the hospitals.
She could not let go, could not differentiate
the darling from the dream, but
her Annabelle was gone.
She never was the same after her loss.
In and out of clinics and consulting with a shrink
she was beside herself with rage and disbelief.
It took years of tender loving care before she
finally let go of her sweet Annabelle,
and set the limit to her grief.
Categories:
annabelle, sad
Form:
Narrative
When Annabelle was by her side she felt secure.
At the park where she played frisbee or the movies
there was an unspoken connection that allayed her fears
and quieted her anxieties.
They were as one, inseparable, going everywhere
together, like sisters sharing secrets no one else
would ever know, until
her Annabelle was gone.
She lost her compass, her way
of comprehending right from wrong.
She was frantic; she searched high and low,
called the cops, alerted all the hospitals.
She could not let go, could not differentiate
the darling from the dream, but
Annabelle was gone.
She never was the same after her loss.
In and out of clinics and consulting with a shrink
she was beside herself with rage and disbelief.
It took years of tender loving care before she
finally let go of her sweet Annabelle,
and set the limit to her grief.
Categories:
annabelle, grief,
Form:
Verse
My mother-in-law had been in heaven for about a year,
When Annabelle came into our life, taking it over.
We had a dog before, Mr. Pete Dog Rover,
But he was not as assertive as she is, that was clear.
When my husband gets close to me Annabelle gets in between
If we do wrong, she gets pouty and gives us a look that is not so keen.
She gets bitterly angry if we act like we love each other.
Husband said, “By gum, I think she is a reincarnation of my mother! “
So we added Sue to Annabelle’s name, and now all have a clue.
Of who this haughty dog reminds us of, for they all knew Sue.
She gets her own way all of the time, for she is the queen.
I would tell you the rest of the stuff, but it might sound a tiny bit mean.
Categories:
annabelle, animal, dog,
Form:
Rhyme
No she wasn't very tall, no she never had to crawl
a winter day like this she didn't want to miss
so she lay there in the snow, as her little wings un-sewed
No she didn't hear the bell, as they called her, " Annabelle! "
for a little child of four , was playing right next door
so together they did play, until they flew away
Categories:
annabelle, appreciation, love,
Form:
Rhyme
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams" Edgar Allan Poe
My true love was always my moonbeam
To breathe her light
She had to be her own addiction
She has control over the saint of procure
I drink to her freelance contingency of no mercy
A glance at her smile.. wanton fever.. stone me petrified
A shooting star
True dreams please come to me
Like it was Lust like it was Love
I could have been friends evermore
Its all for that smitten that smile does cast
Plays part of the twist part of the laugh
When she feels too anxious about giving
It's her folly I can't take
A whisper from the truth becomes me
I found lost in her shine that beam diverged away from my soul
The moon doth cast my Moonbeam nevermore
No buzz, buzzing of her number 902
Hiding her perks my now vacant desires
Seduced by my loneliness
Tortured by some disconnecting dreams
Where time lost it's fears
To where life is but tears
Number 902
Categories:
annabelle, addiction, heartbreak, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
By making the most successful leaders look small,
Do you really think that makes you smart and on
the ball?
Your ignorance, bright as a neon light on high.
All dullard insects come to you call, not very bright!
Mass media is an insect, too, drunk on profound lies
and purposeful deception.
Simply, not in search of truth, just to lie without any
conscience, to win the next election?
Good Grief!
Panagiota
10-19-2020
Opus#4
Categories:
annabelle, america,
Form:
Couplet
Arrogant Annabelle
She looked in her mirror and
declared her self, "hot."
Poor soul, unaware that what
we do, impresses not a soul.
Naught!
Bobbing above all humanity,
Not one scintilla of humility.
She has it all in spades.
Other humans could never reach
her grade.
So in judgement, she stands.
Whilst standing on ever so shifting sands.
There's only one god in the universe.
To think we are Him is so pathetic and perverse!
November 22, 2019
Categories:
annabelle, character, woman,
Form: