Best Cutesy Poems
Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then, a penny was worth a cent, but, alas, it ain't no more.
Ah! The myriad of things a penny could buy at the local store!
For a penny you could send a postal card through the mail.
And for a mere copper you'd get your weight read on a scale!
A penny would give you a handful of nuts from peanut machines,
And for the same, get a fistful of scrumptious and colorful jellybeans!
I recollect the cutesy cards we shared for the school Valentine party.
They cost a cent apiece and were so witty and so very arty!
As the cards were distributed, secret admirers gave a sly grin.
Blushin' lads received saccharine cards much to their chagrin!
A copper penny would purchase a huge all-day sucker to lick,
Or a twisted string of chewy red or black licorice on a stick!
You could buy a kite with your penny or some candy cigarettes,
Or some wax-bottled sugar water or silly false teeth sets!
Ain't it ironic that the profile of Honest Abe whom we so revere,
Appears on the coin that we toss about and treat so cavalier!
Even in my second childhood, I'll still pick a penny off the ground!
Shucks! "Someone's disdain for that lowly coin is my treasure found!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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First Place Win in Joe Flach's "In Other Words" Contest - September 2010
Categories:
cutesy, nostalgia
Form:
Rhyme
Time has come for getting tough
For I have now had quite enough
Day-after-day this kid comes 'round
To pester me like some old hound
Pelting me with day-old bread
And poking posies at my head
Calling me these cutesy names
And forcing me to kiddie games
Her silly parties, cakes and tea
Are not what they're quacked up to be
Hugging spells I've barely weathered
If not for her, I'm fully-feathered
And if you please, I've had my fill
Her painting lipstick on my bill
Now she's pulled the final straw
A rare offense of barnyard law
Spraying me with bottled water
(Soon, she'll find how far it got her)
Now it's MY turn for some fun
I'll get that chicky on the run!
Perhaps she'll learn, when run amuck -
That "NO" means nothing ... to a duck.
* FIRST PLACE in the "There Is A Brighter Side" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Sponsor. I have selected picture number one (#1) for my poem. *
Categories:
cutesy, animal, child, humor, light,
Form:
Rhyme
I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever expect they ever will
for the meaning of a friend
has changed
to a numbers game
and how many likes you can collect over
other people competing
with you
on the cloud
meanwhile, the tactile feel of
a hardy handshake has all
but gone
the way of the dinosaurs
nowadays
Categories:
cutesy, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Some poems are lively like Macarena, fast hokey-pokey or watusi.
Others make you laugh like the Texas two-step, or hokey pokey, so cutesy.
Detailed poets can creative a missive that cha-cha-chas or jitterbugs.
Big rule followers maybe cringe when they read some that mugs.
Many seem as familiar to this Iowa girl as a barn, line, or square dance.
Others are hot as mambo, rumba, taking an unexpected heart-leaping chance.
Some are as proper as a minuet or fox trot, maybe even a prissy stuck-up waltz.
Hiding true feelings, honesty, and the writer’s variety of unshared, secret faults.
Yes, poetry is like any other kind of art, when you get it alone, and to yourself.
Some delight our souls, and make us dance, others sit forever high upon a shelf.
Many times I think “I wish I had thought of that!” when I read a wonderful poem.
To me, poetry has a rhythm, a cadence, and always, and forever a unique dance of her own.
Categories:
cutesy, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I finally got my most exuberant, elaborate wish
To talk to the poet who immortalized red and blue fish,
The maestro who made a living from books of green eggs and ham,
A man who made the Star Belly Sneetches great, good, and quite glam.
Of course I am talking about the poet who put a fox in socks,
A writer who had the foresight to take the Lorax out of a box,
A poet who did not hesitate to make up words that sound funny
A poet who made poetry happy and glad, and still brought in money.
I read his poetry to my children, and I laugh, and I giggle.
The animals, and machines, and the way his words made us sniggle.
Thing One and Thing Two, I wish they had come to my house!
He made startling creatures real, that madman that louse!
His poetry was shiny, and cutesy, and fabulifically slick.
He did it quite casually, but it was extibubally mighty and quick!
It entered our hearts, goosed us gorabolically, and it tickled our brains.
It turned us into adventurers, some pretty diatotally insane.
He whipped our imaginations in a mighty whirlpool of joy.
He slathered us with enjoyment, his books were our catatalifcator toy.
No matter how many books mom read us on a Saturday night.
Until she got to Dr. Seuss, nothing quite felt totalboxilly all right.
Written July 26, 2018
Contest: Add a Stanza to My Poem Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
cutesy, poetry, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
If i were to write aesthetically pleasing
~eye candy poetry~
with seemingly empty calorie,
would it not still have artistic value?
I see your objection,
painting,
don't get your platinum colors in a bleach.
Your swimsuit issues are still a number one seller.
Your sell of body and lack of prose-
always a fashion trend,
"The Beautiful Ones".
Why don't you swing your cutesy panoramass
over here and...
Categories:
cutesy, art,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas roses are red, and violets are so very blue…
Dear Santa. We love our dear Dragon and hope you do, too.
Nightly, visions of colors dance round and round his big bed.
As delusions of grandeur… continuously dance in his head.
For him sugar plums dance swirling, in dreams oh… so… sweet.
As you know… that tomorrow will bring a new, disastrous treat.
But this is the nighttime, as he lays snuggly, sleeping in his bed.
Honestly don’t worry! For the moment, there’s nothing to dread.
See how he looks, like a sweet heart, innocent, while cozy in bed.
But to be truthful, to help Santa, This year like promised and said…
We gave Dragon… Just a few of those wee, little knockout drops.
Now Santa‘s coming, lickety split! We’re ready, here, like on a military op.
No fricasseed Santa, will happen this night, during Santa’s great yearly flight.
Last year was an accident, we swear! It was little Dragons 1st Christmas night.
When he's excited, he tends to throw fire, through the air, like a son of a gun!
We told you to run, not goo and make cutesy faces, after all he was only one!
And truth to be told, those strange faces on anyone would scare him, we fear!
To make matters more clear, we copied our book, on Dragon etiquette, Dear!
We sent it to the North Pole, and a fire retardant suit, in red, made just, for you.
Don’t lift the face plate, on top of the suit, hair singes fast, to blackened soot!
Suddenly, Santa’s sleigh on the rooftop did land, and he was there within a blink.
Last on his list, it was close to the morn, he wanted to meet Dragon, he thinks.
Entering the room, over a penguin he fell, and landed face down on Dragon.
Dragon woke up and gave Santa a hug, as a new story for Christmas was born.
Now all is well, after Santa was gone. For he got to meet the first Dragon child…
In a thousand years or more, and thankfully Dragon behaved as he smiled…
Two icons in life finally did meet, then they went off to Church and back again.
Now, don’t be surprised, such things can happen, on a day where miracles reign.
All had a great Christmas with reindeer, Santa, Trolls, penguins and Dragon.
Can’t ask for more, at Christmas time, where Jesus in our minds, shines on
So have some good cheer and like Dragon and Santa, together, lets celebrate…
You should know, by now, it’s never too late to participate…The End!
Categories:
cutesy, adventure, christmas, fun, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
Dragon Slayer! Dragon Slayer! Just say it isn’t so! Just Look at that cutesy face!
Behind the scary teeth, fire, and smoke… Choke…Ah… he’s gentle to embrace!
Moody, sulky, get even-ish, is truly he. But to have him, is so cool… and so hot!
And, I truly do mean Hot! Fire retardant suit’s a must, as there’s fire… often, a lot!
He’s just a baby, waiting to be taught. I tried to teach him, how to fly me thru the air.
Instead, he dumped me in a treetop, it took all day to get down, until I despaired.
To help me down, he lit the tree afire, as his wings errantly fanned the roaring flames.
I jumped, and he smiled a toothy grin, because I was safe, he steadfastly claims.
I’m on crutches, nearly bent his tail. But he loves me, you can tell, see he puffs at me!
Grandpa Troll gives us time out, when there’s a tiff, as my dragon, is petulant, you see.
At times, he sits across the lake from me, blowing fire and smoke ¾ across the lake.
He’s such a sensitive thing, he took my couch to the lake, upon sitting, it did break.
I got upset and called him fat…he tried to steam me, as fire is such, a No- No.
For, he had learned to not throw fire… at least when Grandpa Troll is, there, tho…
He needs to be first, the center of attention, seen in his cunning life’s plots, galore!
He taught my Trolls a happy dance, while waiting their first boat ride. Silly Dragon!
They sunk my boat! It's believed, he was getting even for being last in line, you think?
And he stomped off, perturbed, when told no more rides until the boat is unsink-ed.
He’d been last, for breaking my roof for another (fourth) time, but it will soon be fixed.
You see, he gets lonely, while waiting for me, to come outside to play, the little minx!
He CAN be hard on insurance, as I got cancelled and my bills are higher than a kite!
And when the Supreme Leader of the Universe, came to our picnic on a motorbike…
Dragon, accidentally, released his Dogs of War, while sitting on his Harley Bike.
Honestly, the flat tires can be fixed, the body unbent, and the spokes were given back.
I explained they weren’t HIS toothpicks… he truly looked sad as sad can be, at that.
Never fear, we caught the Dogs of War before they had time to… do great harm.
You can just imagine how great this dragon will eventually be, when all grown up.
Dragon Slayer, indeed! Grandpa Troll gave him to me. He’s sweet as sweet can be!
Categories:
cutesy, fantasy, fun, funny, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
i hate holidays
you see cousin Ralph comes over
and my days of fun
are over before they are even begun
his tousled hair,
his cutesy grin
eyes so fair
conceal a soul as dark as sin
he steals my toys
fights with the boys
spills the table with tea
and blames it all on me
He
climbs
up the
stairs
comes
sliding
down
the
bannister
b
re aks
the ja
mb
and the one who faces
the glares is me
he once locked me in the loo
with no toilet paper
no water no scraper
now how the heck do i do
how I hate him I do
one day he put glue
in my shoe
there were nights that i wept
when he captured my bed
and snoringly slept
while i lay where Fido was fed
i hate it when he's at our house
this hateful ungrateful king of chaos
~27 May 2016~
Fictional
Categories:
cutesy, cousin, humor, nonsense, ,
Form:
Free verse
There’s Father’s Day
There’s Mother’s Day
Why can’t there be Brother’s Day
Maybe in the month of May
Set it up without delay
A Brother’s Day
Mom and Dad would probably say
A brother always gets his way
On Brother’s Day
Where would all his sisters stay?
Why – far away
On Brother’s Day
Lunch would be a big subway
Eaten at a small café
On Brother’s Day
And Mom and Dad would be OK
With dinner on a TV tray
On Brother’s Day
Dinner maybe fish fillet
As his entree
On Brother’s Day
Or maybe something done flambé
Anything in big display
On Brother’s Day
And maybe an ice cream buffet
Or a big parfait
On Brother’s Day
And maybe he would get to play
With modeling clay
On Brother’s Day
Or a game of old croquet
Munching Frito-lay
On Brother’s Day
And you can bet there’s be horseplay
Full blown chaos – no halfway
On Brother’s Day
No cutesy pie in no beret
No Tutu from no ballet
On Brother’s Day
No girlie-girls with their hairspray
They can all just sashay
On Brother’s day
Every brother would hooray
If they could waylay
A Brother’s Day
It’s no cliché
Brothers everywhere will pray
For Brothers’ Day
My neice has 4 kids - 3 girls and a boy and the little guy was feeling left out and
wanted to know when Brothers Day.
Categories:
cutesy, brother, childhood, family, children,
Form:
Rhyme
climb
cutesy
courageous
careful creepers
cats
Coy
cuddly
catchy claws
catastrophic
cubs
Light Up My Page 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Joseph May
3-12-2019
Categories:
cutesy, cat,
Form:
Lanterne
Bums are funny, I don't know why
giggling 'til I nearly cry-
Silly nicknames are so much fun
like tuchis, tail, rump or buns
Some are dainty, sweet or cutesy
like heinie, cheeks, and petootsie
Timid hinting at their meanings
“back-end”, “behind”... backward leanings
While some are spunky, full of sass
like keister, bum, or tush, (or ass)
Posterior and derriere
both spell it out with quite a flair!
But buttocks, butt, or plain “backside”
bare it all- with nothing to hide
Haunches, hindquarters, can or seat
the list goes on without repeat...
Rear-ends, bottoms, duffs, full moons
all leave me laughing like a loon!
Categories:
cutesy, funny, humor, humorous, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Though some New Yorkers find it odd
To take vacation on Cape Cod
Due to miles in such profusion,
I don't jive with that conclusion.
Yes, it's hours away to reach
And you can find a closer beach,
But it's unique in all its charms,
Embracing guests with open arms.
The stately homes of weathered gray
Gaze out on ocean, sound and bay;
And oh, that chowder! Ah, that fish!
Yum, that ice cream! All delish!
Wander in the cutesy stores.
Gather shells on sandy shores.
Watch the frolic of the seals,
Fighting seagulls for their meals.
Listen to the waves that crash,
A sound to savor and rehash.
Those who seek a true escape
Should look no further than the Cape.
P.S. Here's a helpful tip
To travelers who plan this trip:
If Cape Cod figures in your plans,
Just beware of Red Sox fans!
Categories:
cutesy, beach, vacation, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
This is a message to these girls on the ‘net:
You are just lucky I haven’t met you yet.
I’m on to your games – I’m well aware;
Let me warn you, I’m not easy to scare.
(Go ahead and flirt with him)
Type up your cutesy comments,
All those desperate texts? I hope they’re sent.
Call him a hundred times and two more;
Leave enough voicemails to make your voice sore.
(Show him how desperate you really are.)
He’s mine now – all mine – so you better get a hint.
I’m getting really tired of this stupid stint.
Go find a life; go find a boy in reality.
It’s not my fault your heart has been a causality.
My boyfriend’s “cute”, my boyfriend’s “deep.”
Man, do you really think he’s that neat?
He’s a good listener – I know – makes you feel like you’re something.
Let me inform you: you are nothing.
I'll remind you again, he loves me
And I’m the only girl he wants to see.
Your words mean absolutely nothing to him.
So stop it … he’s not interested.
Categories:
cutesy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love,
Form:
Game thou not with mine heart,
By thine stonewalling art,
That we might have a love fest and glee
Of a lasting wetdream of rue free,
A love that endures fine,
Like the bristlecone pine.
How thine yea made my lovesick soul gay,
And how I yearned to behold this day!
Ought we not explore our may even soon,
Or will thou so bereave me of this boon?
Nay, anon to the hostelry let's ooze,
For it's fairly a country mile to cruise.
Neither did I had a clue,
Nor was I given a cue,
That thou art soothing of a chive,
That savour my life as I thrive
With a sweet smell of bliss,
Now my soul soar in peace.
Shall I compare thee to the altair?
Blazing blissful beams on me so fair!
Thou art so fair a sunlight,
Giving a shine to my night.
How my hands yearn to feel thy sleek skin, so cutesy and fey,
Like the sunbird so glossy, causing a stare all the way!
Thou have dewy looks like a cat, so brave,
Thou art gentle and harmless like a dove,
Thou art the bird of paradise, so fine,
Thy body, finely curved like cypress vine,
Thou smell so sweet like a fragrant pine beyond wanders,
And thy fragrance, even sweeter than the moon flower's.
How soothing of a moment beatific smile of thine,
Like rain, washed away aches of a lovelorn heart of mine.
Though, the sky may wear barren cloud,
And fails to drops of rain afford,
For the sun and moon may wane
And fail to afford a shine,
The love from my pure heart,
Shall glow and never faint.
Categories:
cutesy, age, angel, art, beautiful,
Form:
Ode