Best Cute As A Button Poems
Buttons for game pieces, buttons on totes,
Buttons on toys, shoes, sweaters and coats.
Buttons that open and buttons that close
On pockets and purses and edges of clothes.
Buttons that decorate; buttons that don’t.
Buttons I'm sure to lose; buttons I won’t.
Buttons as filler for bean bags and such.
Buttons collected are not used so much!
Buttons on greeting cards and on jewelry!
Thousands of buttons adorning a tree!
Buttons to reset , to turn on a light.
There’s “Cute as a button” and also as “bright“!
Button up (but not down); push them “hot” (but not cold);
“Button your lip” and do as your told!
Though buttons may vanish one day from earth,
We'll wear on our bellies - buttons since birth!
I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.
Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,
I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell,
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.
Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.
Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.
Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.
But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey
Cute as a Button (for girls)
(Darla Mae Seely)
I look at your cute little nose
And how you wiggle your toes.
I love how you smile at me.
You're cute as a button, don't you agree?
I look at the darling clothes you wear
And the tiny bow in your hair.
You seem to say to me,
"I'm as cute as I can be."
You're cute as a button, yes, you are.
You were sent to earth from heaven afar.
I love you, niece/daughter/etc. I hope you know.
I will always tell you so.
Fields and fields of corn on the cob
As far as the eye can see
Sweet little niblets of yellow perfection
Tempting little old me
Must admit to this addiction of mine
Coz hiding it makes no sense
My skin has taken on a bright yellow hue
“Corny” jokes I always dispense
For breakfast, lunch and even dinner
It's corn, and corn, and more corn
Thinking of joining “Niblets Anonymous”
Been addicted since I was born
Cute as a button sitting in my highchair
Corn mush all over my face
No telling if I was animal or vegetable
You couldn't even tell my race
Mom cleaned me up and there I was
Just as sweet as I could be
Mom called me her “Little Corn Niblet”
To my friends, I was “Cornpoke Pete”!
She's a pure Southern girl
Fried deep in hospitality
Beautiful as a magnolia bloom
Standing tall in majesty
Talks with a sweet syrupy drawl
As cane sugar seeps from her pores
Cute as a button and that is not all
Picture perfect as the girl next door
Honeysuckle ripe on the vine
More than enough sweet to fill your needs
Chasing fireflies in the middle of flight
Giving off just enough light to keep you intrigued
She's a pure Southern girl
Stands out in a crowd
Laughs out loud so easily
She'll give you the time and make you her world
She loves passing the time
On a green mountainside or a tan sunny beach
Any place in life suits her just fine
As long as it's down South within her Southern charms reach
With a flip of the coin, she gives you a choice
And she'll be the one you choose
A pure Southern girl is all that she is
And all that she'll ever do
Happy birthday baby and my first born
Created by God for me to adorn
From the top of your head down to your tiny little toes
You were cute as a button as everyone knows
Seeing you all grown up, looking at what you've become
Is the sum total of many prayers and the blessings of some
You are wise for your years, this I can tell
By the decisions you make, you learn lessons well
You are tough and you're strong, please stay that way
You'll need this type of strength as your hope and stay
You are self motivated, self reliant and a self starter, too
You complete whatever you start when you do what you do
You are straight forward, mean exactly what you say
There is o confusion ever, you are clear that way
You are loving and kiknd, always giving your best
You can be depended on, relied upon, there's no test
Respectful and obedient you've always been
Loving you is a pleasure, a sure nough win
I love you dear daughter from the depts of my heart
Letting you know how I feel is just a start
I thank God for His precious gift 31 years ago
I'll cary you with me no matter where I go
Reprehensible Savagery ©
'Pon reading tragic headline...,
aye experienced grief alone,
no matter the killer (Chris Watts,
thirty-three years
of Frederick, Colorado) unknown
to me, the sheer brutality,
whereat he killed Shanann Watts,
Bella and Celeste,
his once adorably beautiful,
now ceased wife
and daughters ages thirty four,
four, and three respectively
(purportedly via strangulation)
reflexively did i groan
particularly, the propensity to kill
with in sinew weighted bone
times gone by,
where expletive laced epithets
incessantly did drone
nearly activating trip wires,
a blood dripping knife,
would be shown
to police, unless...I took my life,
cuz immediate regret would well up
resulting with an agonizing moan...
hence after perusing morbid
(somewhat inexplicably fascinating)
screaming tragedy ado
admit sadness overtook this chap,
what wrought motive,
(albeit premeditated)
for him to construe
such an atrocious, ferocious,
heinous, et cetera grew
some crime toward innocent wife
(she supposedly knew)
intuitively felt and possibly
foresaw the slew
how her life (a grotesque
mass square aid )
would meet one gross violent death
intimating marriage frayed
ranking as "FAKE,"
or Eff for failing grade
yet tidbits publicized twas shaky match
from get go, no heaven made
nor wedded bliss -
her precious life paid
as well two preschoolers
(cute as a button),
and expectant third progeny (male fetus)
existence extinguished by, "killer"
the husband, who went
into a deadly tie raid
now guilt upon
his conscious heavily weighed.
A pup that’s in a cup
A cup that’s under a pup
A pup that’s as cute as a button
All of the sudden
The pup is cuddling
With all the loving
There is no ruffling
For the fluffy puppy
That cute tea cup pup
Is what’s up?
Small of frame, cute as a button, and brave as a miniature tin soldier.
In comparing characteristics between you and your sisters, throughout the years
and your experiences, you were or became the bolder.
Facing bully trashed mouthed giants shocked all of us.
For, there was no violence.
Including the bully himself was shocked into silence.
Stature like a tater tot and confidence piled high like a pancake stacker.
I loved you great auntie, my adorable and gutsy firecracker.
A Christmas Memory
Twenty one,cute as a button, long auburn hair, thin as a twig, and a beautiful smile
Planning your future with your son with hope to change your lifestyle
A few days before the holidays your future comes to life and your son was left alone
Your lifestyle caused your departure living your son to make the change on his own
By: Eve Roper 11/24/2015
For the contest: "A Christmas Memory"
Sponsor Broken Wings
She's "cute as a button" is a well known expression
Could even make modelling a successful profession
She'd sure have my vote
She chokes up my throat
Wearing a bikini, might cause a transgression
My sister had her baby, just the other day.
She had her on the twenty seventh of May.
She has alot of hair, just like her dad.
She had the hiccups, that made her mad.
Her cheeks are soft, and chubby.
Her limbs are short, and stubby.
She has her daddys eyes, and her mothers nose.
Cute as a button, and they named her Mylah Rose.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Little girls are cute as a button,
Little boys aren’t worth notin’
Little girls are as smart as a fox,
Little boys can’t find their way out of a cardboard box,
Little girls are hard to understand,
Little boys sometimes you just can’t stand,
Little girls smell like sweet tarts,
Little boys smell like dyno-farts.
The unrequited love poem.....
Outside my window,
Elegant ferns and flowers,
Lost in the crowd,
My intangible man,
Cute as a button,
My love distance lover,
My listless lips ravishing,
One day he'll come to me...
Surprise!! Surprise!!
There's no one there,
No empirical evidence
For this adoration, O Muse....
My unrequited love poem.
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust the sand, longing to birth.
Oil on skin, bare,
sweat on your back,
feels amazing.
Yes! Im back on track.
Sleeping cosy as a worm,
unencumbered by any material possession or fixed term.
Free to explore, a magical universe,
I must implore.
No home, no chores, no bills to pay.
Just water, food gathered and warmth today.
A dusty cave, cute as a button, no slamming door,
just love in your belly, to the very core.
I love this realm,
just need more time,
time to explore.
Trees and dirt I sleep on the earth, the dust, the sand, longing to birth.
And return once again to mother earth.