Best Guppy Poems
A fox was a kit and a dog was once a puppy.
Don’t throw a fit, but a fish was never a guppy.
A horse was a colt. And a hen was always a chick.
How about banana split’s scoop, could we call it a lick?
A butterfly was a caterpillar,
A green spotted frog was a polliwog.
A child was a well-loved neonate,
Piglet was once the name of a giant hog.
Fawn instantly tells you something of his age,
Pony is not an indicator at all.
Lamb gives you a wonderful clue so sage.
Animals are delightful to me, big and small.
Categories:
guppy, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
8/27/18
"Big"
You're a puppy, I'm a big dog
You're a guppy, I'm a big cod
You're a tadpole, I'm a big frog,
You're a piglet, I'm a big hog
You're a shrimp, I'm a big prawn
You're a baby, I am King Kong
You got a twig, I got a big rod
You're a dud, I'm a big bomb
You're in a puddle, I'm in a big pond
You're weak, I'm big and strong
You're a pawn, talking to your king wrong
You're too unsteady, I'm ready for anything this life brings on
You're still unemployed, I'm working at a big job
You're smoking out a little pipe, I'm using big bongs
You're giving up, I continue to dig on
I'm the truth, you're a big fraud
I'm as real as it gets, you hide behind a big facade
I got not a single piece of bling on
I'm part Klingon
You like it diluted, I like my drinks strong
No time to go back and forth like ping pong
You have no idea about what we on
So you best begone
And take off in your Dodge Neon
She asked if I listened to Big Sean
I said barely, soon followed a big yawn
She said, you're not like all these ding dongs
She just really wanted to see if I had big dong
Then said it's big, oh my god!
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
guppy, fun, perspective, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Cascade of colors swirls in a fishy maze,
a tank of topicals swim the watery haze;
as a plastic diver opens his treasure,
what's inside is strictly his pleasure.
Tetra's dream of tasty bites
Swordtails dine to their delight;
albino Catfish sweeps the gravel,
as bright corals do bedazzle.
As bright guppies wiggle, wriggle
and Goldfish's fins flow in a jiggle;
a black Molly races by the snails,
as a tiny crab scurries up the ship's sail.
It's a color-wonderland behind the glass;
flowing in and out of the guppy grass.
Categories:
guppy, animal, fish, nature, ocean,
Form:
Sonnet
Licky butt, oh, licky butt
Lick your bum my lovely puppy
Gonna feed you a dead guppy
It's belly up
So feed it to the pup.
Categories:
guppy, 1st grade, animal, cute,
Form:
Lyric
Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy,
But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy.
Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound,
And the lad selected a pup named Duke to be his faithful hound!
Duke was just a little feller when they rescued him from the shelter,
But as time moved on he grew, creating all kinds of helter-skelter!
They became the greatest of pals as they roamed about the town,
And if anyone messed with Danny, Duke was quick to take 'em down!
Duke was a rowdy creature and liked to chase the neighbor's cats,
And dig in the neighbor's flower gardens, driving people bats!
He made 'deposits' that were not appreciated on many a pristine lawn,
And disturbed neighbors by barking all night long until the early dawn!
Duke fought all other dogs and was renowned as the city's canine bully.
A judge gave Danny an option, before the town, Duke could further sully.
Duke could serve time in the slammer or join the army canine corps.
He chose to enlist in the canine corps and was disciplined in the art of war!
He served with honor and distinction but alas was killed in action,
And was later honored as a hero in his hometown with this transaction:
Though once considered a downright nuisance and the village kook,
A monument was erected in Memorial Park to honor dear old Duke!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
guppy, animal, humorous, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
AS OPIUM OPINED
On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the flaming fireplace splashed dancing and ever changing shapes and shadows upon the wall of imported Spanish clay
Images you imagined and described in such a childlike and universally unique way
It was a moon’s minute after the joy of a snowball throwing and love growing day
“Oh honey, that shadow looks like a cameo of a lady from the eighteen hundreds who once knitted two pairs of mittens for her twins
And that one looks like a guppy with his flighty colored fins”
I was left breathless at your beauty and the fantasy you wove with wonder bewitched by your giggle witnessed to by your winsome and wide eyes
As you allowed a fairy tale combined with youthfulness to become our guide
We were already middle aged but the middle of that night created the height of heat
And your attempts to decadently decorate the dull spaces in the living room of my life were deemed complete
The shadows still danced upon the wall but our eyes were shut tightly and forthrightly while wrapped in a mystically magical embrace
You wanted those shadows to remain alive so I stoked the logs just in case
As the fire fueled passion while I gazed at your silhouette so silken and sleek
Then we closed our eyes once again and let our lips, although silent, begin to speak
They swore allegiance and reliance for the two of us to share
While the fire flickered on with finesse and fiery flair
My head would have been in the clouds but the nighttime sky projected only stars
and swear I your countenance of comeliness could heal even the scars on Mars
while you formed words akin to the purest Oriental opiate that sent me two galaxies high
But those words, as did the shadows cast, faded at your final and forever “goodbye”
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Categories:
guppy, angst, night, fire, fire,
Form:
Free verse
Merry Elves, exhausted delivering gifts,
decided to accomplish pretty swift
get their toughest job done..
for cute children to have fun,
with incredible toys, hard to resist.
Damian and Ashwin's, Elves opened door,
the boys had been diligent doing chores,
total silence, they’re in bed...
children and pets - "great" Elves said..
"What's shining bright and tempting on the floor!"
"Ha! An open brand new Pokémon game,
why don't we have some good fun - none will blame",
they all left in a rush when...
mommy summoned the children,
lucky day for Elves, perfect time they came!
Elves were super excited, thrilled to play,
when children were fast asleep, they sure may,
Santa would not know a bit,
what they are up to...a kit,
best chance for them to enjoy right away!
Damian's Fish gazed at them from the bowl,
a Guppy who listens to Rock n' Roll,
Elves didn't mind the swimming fish,
Finally met secret wish...
"who cares a fish..no other watching soul!"
November 24, 2022
For "Children's Limerick" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
syllables (10-10-7-7-10) in every stanza checked by HMS.com
rhymes checked by Rhymezone.com
SECOND PLACE
Categories:
guppy, christmas, games,
Form:
Limerick
I Am Also Yours…He Said Of Her
(Apropos A Beloved Child)
Not until you have been
‘Bused and scorned like me,
Can you ever know how it is to be?
Treated like a child conceived in mortal sin;
Locked in the closet—denied to live like the free.
Oh what great lies were created and told;
What blatant fallacies were allowed to persevere?
All because the meek were afraid to break the mold;
Preferring rather, to serve the vanity of society’s fierce fear—
Yes I too, am a blessed child of your God;
Identified in nature as a creature of His will;
A fish is a fish, be it a trout, guppy or cod;
If the Maker was a She, wouldn’t you love Him still?
Or would you succumb to the bigotry of man’s begotten will?
Categories:
guppy, abuse, angst, hurt, inspiration,
Form:
Sonnet
Jigzaw pieces of puzzles confusions
I feel like OJ without the murders of humans
Once a great athlete for those to look up to
Now sitting low waiting for death to approach you
The guns of the young strapped like security blankets
Mistermeanor crimes combat those without turrets
Who cares how I spell as long as the messages true
You college bound guppy get your degree in the area of fool
As you waist time deciding in life "what am I to do"
I wouldve got a head start in life shining shoes
Living up to the reputation that comes with skin color
I thought based on society life would come easier
Only to find the true meaning of hard work is killing me
I gave up on what used to be my childhood dream
To rule the world with my energy and natural plea
Now I am drawing the lines on my wrist to cut it free
As life chuckled and took care of my false pride
Lovely errands of work got lost like my tribe
The dreams of many go wasted when you grow up
Find out life is tougher than Dr.Zuess promised us
For Green Eggs and Ham must be a fairytale
I found out when they served the same siht for food in jail
As I scribbled the days left to serve on the wall
I read that Superman in 1993 finally did fall
Even the one who could stop a speeding bullet died
Whats that to say about me and my constant crys
I guess I better give up on my childish dreams
To free the world of racism and polluted screams
I better get back to work somebody just threw up
Hopefully they leave a tip so I can save it up
And pay for my child to go college like you
Maybe his dreams wont crash hard as mine did so true
Categories:
guppy, childhood, life, world, work,
Form:
I woke up to see such a ginormous granny.
I woke up to inhale the aroma of the gravy.
I woke up in a surrounding full of grouchy.
Though am little grumpy but am like a guppy.
I woke up in splushy bumpy.
Not realising the damnable bandy.
I woke up in an oblivious jollity not realising the grumpy.
I woke up in an obtruded home but full of jolly.
I woke up from a past of gaily to a present of gaiety.
I woke up in a palace full of golden plumy.
I woke up in a friendly planet not noticing the bumpy.
I woke up in a titanic not realising the pirates are in the suits of piracy.
I woke up in a house which was soo plasticky.
I woke up in rapacious atmosphere which has boost my rapacity.
I woke up in a state of rascal but never mind cos,is such a rarity.
I woke up in yunkee so dont expect me to be wishy -washy.
I woke up in a ginormous family that is too unwieldy.
Categories:
guppy, abortion, absence, angel,
Form:
Imagism
Dog: You came to us from the local pound
Cat: An opened door and in you bound
Crow: We rescued you during a freezing rain
Canary: You sang to us when we were in pain
Guppy: Our oldest brought you home in a bowl
Neon: One, two, three...we wanted a shoal
Chick: For Easter you seemed the perfect bond
Duck: You soon took over the children’s pond
Our pets over the years have come and gone
Our children, too. Now, we are alone
Written February 21, 2021
For Charles Messina's Contest
"List With a Twist"
Categories:
guppy, animal, pets,
Form:
List
Horatio Magellan Crunch, sails the seas
Captains a ship called the Guppy
Was born "on Crunch Island in the Sea of of Milk
He's also know as...
Cap'N Crunch
3/24/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
Categories:
guppy, appreciation, celebrity, hero,
Form:
Clerihew
My Phone
I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes me snigg*r when I hear old ladies moan
'What was wrong with money,' as I Pay them with my phone
I went off to the countryside to see some lovely views
I also liked the country sound of bleats and quacks and moo's
A bloke lugging a tripod let out a little groan
As I stood right beside him taking photos with my phone
You should keep up with all the news my father said to me
You can get it from a newspaper or see it on TV
He snigg*red and he chided in a most sarcastic tone
When I told him if I want the news, I Watch it on my phone
Was driving in to central London later on that day
My dad said take an A to Z, don't get lost on the way
If you're like me you know you will be wrong direction prone
I said it doesn't matter, I've got sat-nav on my phone
Took my grandad to the library, there's a book he wants to read
He's always liked his fancy fish, there's some he wants to breed
I told him how to do it and produce a guppy clone
And if you're wondering how I knew... I read it on my phone
Sailing on a pleasure cruise, booked it up online
Suddenly a wicked ocean broke the liner's spine
Treading frigid water, foghorn having blown
I wish there was a lifebelt app loaded on my phone
Stuck on a desert island, no signal, battery flat
No Google, Facebook, Instagram... Don't think much of that
Tired of eating coconut at washed up wobbly table
Dad stuck my phone under its leg to make the table stable
My dad near drove me bonkers fidgeting with string
And tying to the end of it a small bent metal thing
To crack another coconut I hit it with a stone
Then dad went off and caught some fish... didn't need a phone.
We made a kind of Barbecue and gutted all the fish
We cooked the fish on skewer sticks and what a tasty dish
I asked him how he got them cos they really tasted fine
He grinned and said, that's easy son.....
I got them all online
Categories:
guppy, fishing, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
On the corner of Short con and Long play
sits the neighborhood ponies man
in his pickup van,
waiting to take parlay list deliveries
Feeling leisurely ... not wanting to bounce
on a Cadillac roll,
Trickbaby is out on a stroll
He's looking for a grifter tip
on a hot streak filly,
who runs fast spurred by a mean buggy whip
He takes his numbered ticket buy,
puts it in his lucky left side pocket,
as he holds a rolled, sacred racing form scroll
in his superstitious, money-itching right hand
Trickbaby continues on his daily walk
heading to the hoop chain ballers park
Once there, he takes a spectator bench asphalt view,
and watch some opening moves
of the ghetto grandmaster’s playing
on their custom made chessboards
Long retired from the rat-race corporate game,
Trickbaby got laid back, lounging angles
and always charismatic, well-rehearsed dangles
He observes the walking nylon nets
concrete flash bait some guppy fishes,
and he rises to go where he knows
some quick currency streams are gon flow
Trickbaby captain finger signs the seedy hotel scout door man,
who in turn gives him the proper respect nod of his soldier head
Trickbaby is dressed in his natty, blue-grey pork pie hat,
neon black, sharkskin zoot suit
And patent leather penguin spats —
proper old-school playa shoes
He greets the tall, exotic Illustrated woman at the door,
who extends her psychotropic inked hand
and pierced diamond-studded tongue
Receiving the news of the working crews,
Trickbaby goes up to his penthouse room to rest
for another night rendezvous,
at the corner of Long con and Short play
King Gotham bat gon meet some joker night crawlers;
crack open some new grifter plans,
and watch those wannabe trickbabies get the dreamy eyes ...
Seeing visions of tropical beach sands
Trickbaby true knows that a fake trickbaby
only gon start to ghetto grow up one day,
when you take their milk bottle money away
Categories:
guppy, cool, culture, identity, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
Here is a public service warning:
Don’t go cyber strolling after dark!
Reliable sources say
there’s a lot of trolls lurking in the digital park
Anti-social beasts
who don’t have a real life
So they go virtual to release their latent anger,
often late at night
They mass communicate
with the purpose to intimidate or obfuscate
Their favorite activity is trolling,
hateful cat fishing gets their juices flowing
Personal data streams
is where they like to dip their malware toes in
Trolling with every unsavory unfriend
Ain’t nothing ever sociable about their calls,
they only got weird, irksome point of views
Cyber dating a troll is always bad news
When the only life you’re living
is inside a virtual world
And the base obsession you’re giving
is to an avatar girl
Then you’re a lonely troll
lurking underneath the terabyte bridge
Hiding in the deep end of the cyber watering hole,
hoping to catch a chatty guppy unaware
Trolls dwell in the dark net ... user beware!
Categories:
guppy, dark, humor, satire, wisdom,
Form:
Light Verse