Best Bunnies Poems
As the sun appears from its winter hush,
earthy meadows now appear green and lush.
As its refreshing rays begin to peep
animals awaken from their deep sleep.
A band of bunnies hop to spring's delight,
dancing among flowers yellow and white.
With small fluffy tails and ears soft and long,
seems like they're dancing to a secret song.
Naughty rabbits nibble on tender shoots
and chase each other in joyful pursuits.
Skipping around lawns that need to be mowed
It's the happiest they've been since it snowed.
Their antics may not always seem funny,
but it must be great being a bunny.
Some places exist which folks need to clean,
like deep in a closet or under a bed.
Such spots get ignored because they’re unseen.
Those in plain view get attention instead!
Some children exist we choose to ignore,
for they are not ours. They live out of sight.
Unwanted, unloved, and rarely cared for;
some rich, others poor - they share the same plight.
Their life is a darkness where they’ve been thrown.
They are gathering dust; no voice have they.
Their sorrows are only to God fully known -
these dust bunnies, growing more filthy each day.
They are the future, and in a short time
they will have become society’s grime.
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
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I feel the heaviness of winter is over,
snow and cold be gone until next year.
I feel Spring is here,
here in all her warming glory.
The birds are singing their little hearts out,
I am singing with them.
I feel the pretty flowers fragrance in the air,
coming from their many pretty colors.
I feel softness on my skin,
as I watch the baby bunnies scamper.
I feel lite as the cool air,
Easter is on the way.
I feel I need to rejoice,
it is a magical time of the year.
Dust bunnies live under my bed,
And they are starting to mess with my head.
I sweep them away,
But away they won't stay,
They bring along friends instead.
The cobwebs are naughty, too,
But I do what I have to do.
With a broom and a cloth,
I remove signs of sloth,
And I bid those cobwebs adieu!
3/7/12 for Francine's "Cobwebs and Dust" contest
Theme: Cobwebs and Dust
In these streets on the hunt
for a chocolate bunny with a big butt.
A brown cotton tail who keep her mouth
closed and won't tell.
Sssshhhh be very, very, quiet, I'm hunting
chocolate bunnies throughout the urban
jungle I'm hunting chocolate bunnies.
written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The
Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher
aka Red Seven
Within the silence that's witching hour
And the sweet smile of....dawns crack
Two very giggly bunnies
Lacking inhibitions
Stole within the moon
And stars....To roll within a sack
Birthday suits
Within cahoots
Not a carrot to hide said pride
Beneath one itchy blanket
Creeping side by side
Both had fluffy heads
And very fuzzy tails
They giggled down the garden end
Avoiding, shovels, spades and snails
It was fun, they felt rebellious they hushed each other so
Fearful of the stealth night fox
(Spirits high)
Yet kept their hushes low
They then did as most bunnies do
As almost a profession
Silent smiling adoringly
A fantastic little session
After whiles and giggles they
Very
Silently
Rose.....
Bad bunnyette kissed his cheek
He pecked her on the nose
Back down the rabbit hole, two cheeky little grins
Joyous of their secret
Of where on earth.... they'de been! !
They say the Easter bunnies comes the same time every year,
escaping from a Lab somewhere, they holes up around here.
They smells of smoke and iodine, wear lipstick and eye drops,
They’s lost her lucky feet somewhere and that is why they hops.
Their Coney furs desirable, and their quarters good for food,
although not free of chemicals, it really tastes quite good.
Their wracking coughs and bloodshot eyes, puts hunters off the match,
tobacco drugs and alcohol, makes them an easy catch.
Their chocolate eggs they lays in fields, each wrapped in silver foil,
are excellent when eaten fresh, but awful when they’re boiled.
As a kid I had three bunnies,
they were free I paid no moneys.
It was Easter time,
I had won them and they were all mine.
I had to decorate eggs,
some were painted with heads.
I entered eggs and the total was three,
when I won three bunnies I thought I was going to pee.
My mom almost died,
but she gave us all a ride.
Home to tell my dad,
he was very glad.
On the first day for Bobby to ski,
Bobby’s dad said, “Snow bunnies we’ll see.”
By the end of the day,
all that Bobby could say
was, “Dad, where might those rabbits all be?”
Dec. 31, 2020
for Tania Kitchin's Winter Snow Or Ice Limerick Contest Poetry Contest
Note: the definition I had in mind for this was from Merriam-Webster:
" a person and especially a girl who is a beginner in skiing."
However, urban slang also gives "other" meanings such as white girl or white girl who likes to date black men (that was new to ME)
Quote By Poet "March will start Spring off with a big smile."
March is a great time of the year,
St. Patrick's Day they serve green beer.
Four leaf clovers bunnies are hopping,
let's go green dress shopping.
Pretty flowers are now blooming,
the green grass needs grooming.
An Easter Wish
Easter is a time
Of renewal
Of hope
Of life
Easter is a time
Of Easter eggs
Of Easter bunnies
Of chocolate too
Easter is a time
Of family
Of faith
Of joy
Easter is a time
Of making wishes
Of good things to come
Of sweetness and love
Celine Rose Mariotti
Three little Bunnies,
Sleeping merrily in plain
Of pretty flowers
The sunlight illuminates the dust in my room,
reminding me of what I have not done yet,
and what remains to be completed.
That which needs to be done now can wait until tomorrow.
This theory carries with it one simple flaw,
tomorrow there will be more doings that need to be done.
There will always be more doings that need to be done,
for if there weren't our existence would be most boring in the least.
The sunlight shines through my window,
and does not wait until tomorrow, so why should I?
Perhaps it is because I am too antsy to sit still,
or too anxious and worried to let my mind settle on one task.
"NOW", I sternly remind myself,
that which needs to be done cannot wait until tomorrow.
If it needs doing, do it now!
Open your eyes,-it won't be easy; it could take five minutes or two hours.
When the mind strays too far,
remember, tomorrow there will always be more doings that need to be done.
The sunlight illuminates the dust in my room,
poor lonely dust bunnies,
left with little attention to be had.
I'll attend to you,
just after I read this paper, send that e-mail,
and oh, wait until tomorrow.
John Deere riding lawn mowers in fields of high grass
can sometimes be cruel to small creatures that live within.
My brother, Jimmy, twelve years old at the time,
noticed a puff of fur fly out from the side of the green beast
as he ran screaming and flailing his arms at my father.
With tears running down his cheeks,
Jimmy searched the surrounding area for other rabbits
that he could secure away from the rotating blades.
He came upon the brood of new born bunnies that
must have been the offspring of the clump of fur
now nestled in the shreds of grass.
My father tried to explain to Jimmy the futility
of trying to save four newborn rabbits,
but Jimmy would not listen as he removed his shirt
and placed the four, still furless, wet bunnies inside.
At twelve years old, Jimmy had already saved
the life of a robin from the mouth of a stray cat;
raised frogs from tadpole eggs found in the small
pond of water formed in tire tracks down the old dirt road;
helped our pet dog deliver a litter of eight puppies;
rescued a butterfly cocoon from a fallen branch;
and nursed back to health a box turtle ran over by a car
on the road in front of our house.
With a shoebox full of grass, a light bulb for warmth,
and an eyedropper of milk, Jimmy stayed with those
bunnies day and night.
As days slipped by, eyes opened; a bigger eye dropper was needed;
lettuce was introduced to the shoe box; and furless bodies
became covered in a soft brown fur coat.
Jimmy was never one to become too attached to his patients;
he did not do what he did to try to add to his menagerie of pets.
When he was confident that the bunnies were ready to live on their own
he began his long hike into the fields, far removed from John Deere tractors,
farmers, cats and dogs; and, released the four, healthy bunnies into the world.
Twenty years later, no one was able to do for Jimmy
what he continuously did for the creatures that he so loved and adored.
We lost a good man that day. May he rest in peace.