Best Ducklings Poems
A mellow day it was in my city,
So I went outside to take a walk.
The river by my house was so pretty
I sat myself right down on a small dock.
I had with me a sandwich for my lunch.
Mom let me make it by myself, you see!
I took it out and had begun to munch,
While kicking at the water happily.
Then suddenly, I heard the quack quack quack
Of many ducklings I’d not even seen
Before that time! For speed they did not lack.
The first one had a neck and head dark green.
I tore in pieces all my sandwich bread
And tossed the bits to him and the others.
I think we all should share, though big “Green Head”
Tried to take the pieces from his brothers.
That big one and the others were so cute
My sandwich did not last more than a while.
Then Green Head fled; the others followed suit.
They left me with no lunch but with a smile!
Written May 19, 2016
Categories:
ducklings, cute, girl,
Form:
Quatrain
She is a princess sitting on her throne;
her subjects down below now make their way
towards waiting hands, for only them alone
she holds a prize she wants to give away.
They paddle towards her through the river flow
to the reward she holds for them to share,
for she is here most every day to throw
this sustenance to them with gentle care.
She is their princess, and to her, they look
with eyes intent on gifts within her hand.
So cute they are, like in a story book,
the ducklings come; they seem to understand.
The sun is bright and water ripples dance
as these sweet creatures visit her today.
There is an air of symbiotic trance...
they come, she feeds...all share a 'love buffet'.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Feeding the Ducklings
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 05/30/2016
Categories:
ducklings, bird, cute, food, friendship,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
An only child on grandpa’s farm
I idly dream my days away
in hidden nooks or wooded glades
where elves and fairies go to play.
I race the wind in open fields
in shades of yellow and plush green;
supine I lie watching the clouds,
pick out blue patches in between.
I chase the pigeons, shout in glee
at lazy goats and grazing sheep.
Beside the lake I sail my boat
and in the water go knee deep.
Sometimes I fish with homemade rod;
that’s when the ducks come in a flash.
I give them bread out of my bag,
with cries of joy they quack and splash.
The ducks and I get on so well,
our days are spent without a care.
We have become the best of friends.
It’s love for nature that we share!
Categories:
ducklings, childhood, happy, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
Cool water teases and tickles my toes
Whilst a warm summer breeze gently blows
I sit here silently on the sun kissed wooden pier
Somehow the ducklings know that I’m here!
Mummy always gives me a big bag of bread
So I make sure every duckling will get fed
They quack and splash in the water so blue
I love to watch them feeding, I really do!
The ducklings gather round me patiently waiting
Food in their tummies they are all anticipating
I try to throw the bread far out to sea
The ducklings quack ‘that piece is for me’
Soon the bread is gone, they have eaten every crumb
Still they gather round me, but now my task is done
It’s time for my dinner now, so I tell them I must go
But I will return again tomorrow, I hope the ducklings show.
Contest Feeding the Ducklings Sponsored by Eve Roper
05~04~16
Categories:
ducklings, bird, food, fun, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Watch how easily souls are gathered
When words are falsely spent to mock
Unfettered as if hearts so mattered
Like tossing bread crumbs from a dock.
The least of ducklings are discerning
Fooled they're not by false repast
Paddling toward a chance of earning
While food through rippled currents last.
Fear rises from life's ledge
Only when you are looking down
Peering up from waters edge
Only warm sunlight can be found.
Trade only notes in eider down
And keep your carriage dry
Nary ye nest with unknown colors
And place not your fortune in a lie.
If it walks like a duck,
It could be a goose...
Feeding the Ducklings Contest
Judged 5/30/2016
Categories:
ducklings, analogy, education, wisdom,
Form:
Quatrain
calm
placid
clear blue lake
serene and still
in a wide palm-fringed
rich green verdant valley
mother duck leads and swims
in the tranquil lake
ducklings white, soft
follow her
one by
one
Date: 08/19/2021
For Merse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
Categories:
ducklings, nature,
Form:
Verse
six baby ducklings
sailing behind proud mother...
empty broken shells
seasonal--ducklings--spring
Written: 31/10/2011 Margaret A Linton Lassie
contest: strict haiku
sponsor: Charles Henderson
Categories:
ducklings, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Five ducklings feeding
The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family
seven yellow stickers ducks
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning
For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile anticipate
what little team was to alight
at temporary destinations
sheltered tented playgrounds
swings and roundabouts
cul-de-sacs and traffic lights
To get all ducks into a row
once they emerged enriched
our little feeding station
food bank vital well and
fields of plenty needed
diverse and un-divided
attention chaos letting go
Meal times at times with rubber
ducks in bathtubs burping
passing winds of change
incorporating kilojoules
compassion love and swirling
compromise uncertain certainty
floated in the ocean of life
yet to be swum and dived in
with the buoyancy of living
Little duckling was still small
and sat beside as older
sister eager helper supervisor
when our triplet power three
in one as courtesy of nature
and individual little mouths
to feed lay on their backs
on sleeping bags as wonderment
in waiting for the spoon with
apple mush and cinnamon
to take its turn to reach their gums
To complete the pentagon
of childish folly serious fun
and exploration another little duckling
observed from inside womb in
its fertile spring to yet conjoin the river
contemplated when and where
to splash out into beauty question marks
and tribulations sparkling brotherhood
and food for life and pleasure
whirlpools cascades and little ripples
The spoon went one to one
and to another next to here and
there forward backward and beyond
my wildest expectations of what food
and feeding holding precious gifts
in hand released from nature
into nature ingesting measured
unimaginable and definite provision
nurtures nourishes what was what is
The birds have flown the nest
they feed and feed me just the same
and it is not just those trivial stickers
sign posts on the buzling bus
and more than ever and for
every one who wants to see the
picture depiction metaphor
the unsurpassed experience
which reminds me of simplicity of
gratitude and feeling warm inside
24th May 2016
Categories:
ducklings, childhood, family, father, life,
Form:
Free verse
I still remember
when I was a little girl
mom and dad loving picnics
we liked this one place
with lots of old shady trees
and a wooden water pier
the little ducklings
swam right behind mother duck
and they were so sweet to watch
on the very end
of the pier I liked to sit
can I feed them, dad
dad said yes of course
but never feed bread my dear
he gave me some nice green grapes
some chopped old lettuce
even some grated carrots
oh, I ate some too
why dad, why not bread
he told me bread would kill them
water fowl cannot digest
bread- feed them good food
dad knew a lot about nature
and feeding wee ducklings too
I loved how they came
paddling fast to get a treat
mother duck drifted watching
then- watermelon
even I had some of that
I was just a small girl then
a memory now
of an afternoon feeding
precious ducklings from the pier
of my mom and dad
and that special place we loved
I still go- to feed ducklings
_________________________
May 5, 2016
Poetry/Choka/Feeding the Ducklings
Copyright Protected, ID 16-786-882-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Feeding the Ducklings,
sponsor, Eve Roper
Third Place
Categories:
ducklings, bird, childhood, dad, memory,
Form:
Choka
Out for having fun
The ducks with their ducklings
In a summer day
Categories:
ducklings, nature,
Form:
Haiku
FEEDING THE DUCKS
children love to feed
ducklings in the park
the most rowdy child
will sit quietly
watching the ducklings
do not feed bread
carbohydrates
junk food, … causing
malnutrition
feed birdseed
frozen peas
oats, grains,… for
healthy
happy
ducks
Categories:
ducklings, children, happy,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
She has a smile today instead of a frown
Lately, age and infirmity have gotten her down
“I’m off to feed the ducks and ducklings” she said
“With grain and some old pieces of bread.
Come with me and see how sweet they are,
The nice pond in the park is really not so far”…
So off we went to see these harbingers of spring
To this elderly woman a bit of joy they bring
A reminder that as the seasons again turn round
Sometimes in small things our happiness is found…
5/8/16
Categories:
ducklings, appreciation, happiness,
Form:
Couplet
Feeding The Ducklings Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Penny had just walked down to the town market,
saved up all her money to buy a fresh loaf of bread,
“she has never done this before,” mother said warmhearted,
“usually she buys yummy quarter candy pops instead.”
Her itty bitty toes dipped in shallow waters off the dock,
innocent as the mother Mallard was nurturing her young,
her mother said, “oh honey, don’t take off your socks!”
But lil’ Penny could be a sassy pants with her tongue.
All of a sudden her eyes opened wide and to her surprise,
she saw the mommy dabbling duck swimming right to her,
five little ducklings were floating right before her eyes!
Oh boy, how Penny loved watching them as the water stirs.
She opened the bag of bread to feed her new feathered friends,
tossing piece by piece into the quiet waters of natural wonder,
to give the ducks a full belly is what she fully did intend,
mother said, “I was like her, chasing birds when I was younger”.
Penny had just walked down to the town market,
saved up all her money to buy a fresh loaf of bread,
her tiny hands couldn’t wait to get started,
she was on the docks smiling as those ducklings she fed.
Date Written: May 5, 2015
Categories:
ducklings, animal, beautiful, child, water,
Form:
Quatrain
I sit at the end of the wooden pier
Near the river’s edge
As the current cool water veers
Unhindered away from the ledge
Watching the swirls on the water surface
As the ducklings swim, as they leave the sedge
Aware of my bare feet, splashing the blue surface
For bread crumbs as I stretch to feed them from the ledge
Lapping sounds echo against the pier
As river takes a breath from its creator
Then drew away without fear
Mixed with calm melody of nature
I sit at the end of the wooden pier
Near the river’s edge
As the current cool water veers
Feeding the ducklings from the ledge
5/4/2016
Categories:
ducklings, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Feed The Ducklings
A different fun and different taste
Spare some breads to feed the ducks
Morning day for the school learning
Evening is free for Lily to ducks
Shaking legs in the brink of river
Collection of pieces on tiny hands
Rosy cheek and mild wind please
When Lily serves feed to ducks
Scene a duck carries her ducklings
Shoulder becomes as a space of canoe
To provide safer for small siblings
Shading to save from sun light
Arriving near in the edge of river
As Lily unfolds packet of breads
The glide of the ducks and ducklings
Represents as if competition of race
Pieces throwing hither thither
From tiny hands to make ducks run
Different taste and different fun
For the children a rosy fun.
Categories:
ducklings, fun, girl, giving, river,
Form:
Free verse