Best Ella Poems

Ella Hyde

1857- 1898


That cad with the freckle on his forehead,
That rascal man beast,
Handsome as a Greek
But devastatingly insecure,
And so deliciously young!
He was the one who stole my pride,
There, behind the Hadley tombstone in the moonlight,
And who, 
Breathlessly and with trembling hands,
Unlatched the ruby red necklace
From...

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I’m from the piano in my living room,
from the music and melody.
I’m from the old, shabby couches,
(Placed proportionally,
opposite side from the TV)
I’m from the mirror, 
the clear reflection
whose face I remember 
staring at in the morning.

I’m from the mud under the cemented ground in the...

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She was a miracle conceived out of sweet adoration, 
I’ve always been grateful for her God-given creation. 
No comparison is she to other children I know, 
admiring her strength and watching her grow. 
When she lost her auntie, she was filled with woe. 

A perfect...

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Oh, Sara Sara, oh,
     in your warm voice 
          I see
You as you are, I feel
          you free.
Your hands, they deal
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There’s something about my love for my daughter, 
maybe it’s all the lessons I have taught her.
Her bubbly smiles and ways only youth can display, 
her growing independence, she’s too old to play. 
Yes, there have been many times I have fought her, 
but she...

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Ella’s Lullabies


twilight wanes with a child’s fascination 

lullabies  that deeply moves   papa’s  admiration  

dreams of generation inheritance      inspiration

powerful bond drawn     with love     tears creation

values taught us ...

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Once there was this little girl…
She had big doe brown eyes and a beauty mark on her upper right cheek. Her name was Ella Rose. One day she was walking down by the creek searching for her...

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Her seed turned into a bud the day she was miraculously conceived,
she peeked on a cool February day during the mid-afternoon-
Pink  R O S Y  cheeks with such brown eyes; it was so hard to believe,
her beauty shined with day beams as her...

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Ella is overjoyed when her friend Peyton comes to play
They have a special bond; it has always been that way
You’ll find them having fun together on a sunny day
Playing in the park where on the swings they’ll sway

When Ella has a sleepover then Peyton comes...

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"That's not my elephant!" You could hear her say,
As quickly she ran, caught on film, heading this way.

The 2nd graders all laughed as they watched the movie,
Many of them thought it was really "Groovee."

For this was a film shot of their teacher Ms. Ella,
Whose performance...

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So this is death again;
    he comes around too often
    of late by far!
Disturbing our positioning,
    meddling with the dials,
    blotting out our brightest star.
How will we find our way?
   ...

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Written for my wonderful daughter, 
Ella Rose who is the love of my life. 



For she's my itty bitty precious rose,
So delicate with a distinct written prose.

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Hey, Peyton, remember the time
When the snow was melted along with the rime?
When the sun was mild and the weather sublime?
We went out on picnic away from the dust and the grime.

We all took our hampers with fruit and some lime,
(I brought along some candy,...

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That's not my elephant!
My elephant has small ears
And I've had my elephant now
For years and years and years.

He likes to eat spaghetti 
And follows me to school.
All the other second graders
Think he is something cool.

Someone stole my elephant
And left this one instead.
I know he's not...

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The pantomime I play in 
From dawn right through to twilight
Searching for Prince Charming
Or at least an armoured knight
And all the yellow brick roads
The frogs I had to kiss
Were nothing more than fables
With a dark malicious twist
I met a few Pinocchio's
Trolls at the very least
Spent...

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