Best Fable Poems

O, my angel, how smitten are yearnings of lonely night!
Will lover’s fantasy enchant, dream of this dreary night?

Though alluring is its rhythm, are you aware my sweet love,
Forlorn is the song, vying favor of this sullen night?

Glance of seduction, glamor of opulence, express doubt:
Can an...

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There once was a fox, as wise as can be,
 He lived in the hollow of an old oak tree.
 Not so very far from an ol’ Farmer’s Farm;
 A farmer he knew would do him great harm.

 Also, on that farm lived a lively...

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Timmy Tom Tuck was a young fellow with charm
who one summer stayed at his grandfather's farm.
He loved to eat ice cream and Grandma's baked goods
but his favorite thing was to play in the woods

He so loved the willow oak tree near the spring
to lie flat...

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The pig overheard the farmers conversation,
talking about their crops and needing weather salvation,
the farmers saying "it'll probably rain when pigs fly!,"
to help out the pig thought he'd give it a try,

He wallowed out of his mud and snuck around,
to the inside of the barn not...

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Real Life Shoe Fable

Old Woman with too many kids
Lives in ancient shoe
Kicks out the heel
And puts in a pool!...

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(7/5 Trochee Poem)

Chicken  Little, thinking that
sky was soon to fall,
saw a mortuary and
crawled beneath a pall.

He was in a strange dark box
where a dead man lay.
Then before he knew it, they
hauled that box away!

He was moved, but that poor bird
couldn’t get a look,
for they’d...

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In the orchard of opalescence
magnificent myriads of mellows
fervently flow in fountains
breathing beguile blossoms
a forgotten fable ferments,
in haunting hollows I hear.

My heart is a restless garden
with varying pulses of penumbra
conflicts caressing cuddles
tenacious tattered thorns
singing to sumptuous serenades
where brisking bubbles burst
butterflies spread beautiful wings
bees buzzing like ballerinas
to...

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Life is like a flower this does blossom ever. 
Visiting such a nice village I forget never. 
So much of love you give I cannot compare. 
I am much thankful, oh Sarsara as you care.

Air gives freshness, soil feels new breeze,
Standing in your lap, I...

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Oh, my darling, how passionately you whisper to me
Secrets of forbidden love, titillating magical feelings
Mesmerizing romantic night in blossoms of dreams
Beckoning to heavens above to fulfill sweet fantasy
Alluring sensuous desires twinkling in glistening skies
As I feel your vibes, sparkling in your glamorous eyes.

Ah! river’s serene...

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 A FABLE FOLLOWS


Seeing her son’s smile fade and his face turn to bother,
A question she made, then asked, as his loving Mother.
“Why is your face now laid with such a pouting slant?”
Not scant was the answer he did grant, “Because I’m a can’t, 
Wanting...

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A rising sun sheds light, Bright
from darkness. To you I turn, our eyes
meet for the first time today. Inspiring, tempting,
I want to ravage you. Reveal your mysteries,
talk to you, a conversation. Enter your mind,
a vocal form of four-play

Remember the night we met? that play
I took...

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Once casting violent rays
The setting sun will fall
Among the depth of the haze
The darkness will swallow all

Inside a deep vast cave
A new hero will rise
The princess he will save
And bring darkness to demise

But he faces many troubles
Along his dreary path
The danger on earth just doubles
Will...

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I was relaxing in my sunroom, one very peaceful afternoon,
Enjoying the fables of Aesop, and all the flowers abloom.

The view from the many windows, was gold sunshiny delight,
With blossoms and rich greenery, and many birds in flight.

Every now and then I chuckled, at comical characters...

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“Beware…the beauty of the flower isn’t always as it seems.  
If you choose to partake of the sweetness of the nectar, 
your fate may be sealed”



A hummingbird flew in my yard, ‘twas in the early morning hour,
hovering o’er my garden blooms while searching for...

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a limerick by Wayne Wysocki

The tortoise and hare had a race
But the rabbit came in second place
      So the notion that speed
      Makes the win guaranteed
Just isn't always the case....

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