Best Huggable Poems
January is the incunabula of the year
I embrace hugely like my huggable teddy bear
With my new life’s portmanteau inexorably handed over
On that last starry night of a very cold and joyful December
A new portmanteau of life’s flavors and condiments
Portions of joys, pains and many life’s challenges
Mysteriously packed all for me in hope to gird up
To follow whatever roads with valor, love, faith and delight.
I’m eagerly looking forward to what are all in store
Perking up with wonder on a brand new portmanteau as I go aboard
Wanting to share with you whatever great surprises that I may hold
In loving wishes that New Year for you unfolds with moments of gold
Jan. 26, 2015 1.15pm
May I share with you a New Year's poem I wrote last night/early morning. Once again, my warm greetings of belated happy New Year 2015!
Categories:
huggable, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
B eautiful boy
R ough at play
Y oung and curious
C uddly and loving
E normous energy
GRANDCHILDREN
A ngel from heaven
L oving and loyal
I rresistibly huggable
A dorably cute
N eat and outgoing
A pple of our eye
Categories:
huggable, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents,
Form:
A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round and affectionately kickable.
Somehow I have always known I am one. After all one doesn't become a ball overnight. It's a slow process. To start with, you pull your knees up, real close to your chest, and you start practicing. The walls however weren't very co-operative. They complained that my form was not completely round, some thing walls hate. A wall doesn't like objects with an edge, that's hurtful, it can bruise.
Therefore, my next mission, was to curve my spine so that my chin touched my breast bone. But still the walls complained, this time telling me that with my flailing twitching arms, I resembled an M&M from the TV commercial. That was a hateful remark, because these things look ridiculously unlike me. My globule-like ball will be the most huggable and innocent ball you've ever seen.
With a little torch I modified my arms in such a way that they neatly folded around myself, and finally I had become the perfectly round form the whole world already knew that I was.
Today I am your bouncing ball. The men in white clothes with their syringes and multi-coloured pills, have said so. The men honour me by kicking me around, and the walls finally stopped complaining. I am ricocheting and rebounding whilst I rejoice.
Everyone is happy now.
***
May 2, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
huggable, allegory, analogy, satire, self,
Form:
Narrative
Depth of the Darkness
Where I am
Unknown even to me
The dizziness
Dis-orientations linger here or
Maybe there
I am not quite sure
Other than I have drowned
Emptiness overcomes even
The sadness
Eyelids, do I have them?
Emptiness you see is a blindness
Seeping into the nether lands of my heart
No longer caring
Or daring
Hidden in the darkness
At all the staring
BANG
Thunder
Struck by a fantasy
Off I go, on the expressways of tears
Lights bright, then darkness
Darkness then bright lights
I am sitting now
In someone's Den, maybe mine?
Caressing, holding
Yet...............
There I am so silent
Alive?
SMILING
I am smiling right into a smile
A smile stares back
Filled with a warmth
Never before felt
In this lifetime or the ones before
Seconds become minutes
Become hours
No words are spoken
There exists but a tenderness
Of thoughts
Passing from me to the smiling one
From her to me
Fear of breaking the spell
Is this the full accounting of it all?
Have the gods balanced the books?
Of all things I expose to her
The debits and credits
Why I have no idea
But she is smiling, always smiling
I see colors
Plump wonderful huggable colors
I never saw before
My oh such wonderful thoughts
Slowly, both so fearful
Memories entwined with pains shared
Outstretched arms reaching
Radiant, solar is her smile
Angelic in an earthly way
A smile of all things
Filled with a bouquet of love
In eyes that have voices
Skies so clear
Filling with clouds
Floating
There I am
Back into the night
Of eternal darkness
As I toss the key to all in the wind
Having been robbed of all emotions
In a haze of nothingness
There is still a little pain
And a seed of hope
As the soul rots a little more
Into the sands
Lacking passion
Is humanities only crime
Categories:
huggable, anti bullying, art, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
What a Dad Should Be.
Steve L. Siegel
July, 2015
~:~
In case you didn’t know this,
A Dad should be always a bit radical…
He should love you even more when you’re unlovable
Hug you tighter when you’re un-huggable
And bear you most when you’re un-bearable…
~:~
Oh yes, a Dad should be the world’s most fanatic…
He should love you when the world boos you
He’d want to dance with you when you give him any good news
Know that he’ll be crying with you when you cry to…
~:~
The thing most of all a Dad should be a mathematician…
He has be able to multiply the joy, divide the sorrow,
Subtract the past; and add all of the tomorrows,
Calculate the deep needs within your heart,
Lastly always be bigger than all the sums of their parts…
~:~
P.S. To my loving daughter Tammy who together we went to AA.
Both still sober after twenty years now. We made it!
Categories:
huggable, addiction, anti bullying, child,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I recall, bringing you home, quite small and cuddly
Bouncing around eyes flashing, ears floppy.
Your passion: chewing all and making mess around
Put your head down as you heard my foot sound.
But were my security guard in my old age
Barking at each of passer-by in rage.
When I had hard days at work, you waited for me
Wagging your tail to say, “Welcome, missed thee”
While I read the newspaper, you hopped on my lap
Asked nothing more than pat your head to tap.
Old age took its toll, unable to stand on your legs
Drove you last time to wet like scrambled egg
As the vet led you away, you turned and looked back
As if to say, “Thanks, for taking care, Jack”
I will always remember you the way you were-
One lovable, huggable pile of fur.
He waits, not playing, sits all alone in heaven
For he knows his master will come leavened
I wait out in the dark and cold for hand of death
He will hear the sound; will bark, at the wreath.
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2-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: Elegy Form by Constance
* Laloo is the Indian name of my huggable pile of fur.
Categories:
huggable, animal, miss you,
Form:
Elegy
You're so cute and huggable,
Sweet and loveable -
You make my mouth water you do!
Since we first kissed
I just can't resist
Getting my fill of you.
My heart is thumping
My blood is pumping,
You've no idea what you do!
Hope love's never out of fashion
'Cause I've got such a PASSION.
I can't get enough of you.
Categories:
huggable, funny, love, passion, ,
Form:
Light Verse
I heard a sound, Meow !
Put on a lovely bow,
Hello my dear Kitty,
I am so very lucky.
You are so adorable,
You look so huggable,
Soft like white cotton,
You wear a pink ribbon.
Your dress is color pink
Like diamonds that glint
You are forever in my heart
It’s always in me from the start
January 2, 2013
Categories:
huggable, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Cheeky little monkey
All sweetness and light
Huggable and cuddly
He brings such delight
He gets in moods a lot
And has a habit of annoyance
But you can’t stay mad with him long
Cos he is as cute as they come
I love my little Jordyn
I love him so much
I can’t explain
The closeness we have together
And his incredible touch
He is my baby boy
My youngest little man
The cheeky one
Of all the clan
Categories:
huggable, son, love, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
The huggable one!
Cuddly and real cute…
Soft as my pillow…
My most silent friend
Is my Teddy Bear.
Times of my need,
He’s always there.
Though has no life.
He cares me well.
He’s sincere
Every time
I do talk
In my
Lonely…
Room.
Categories:
huggable, childhood, , cute,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Darling,
I can't stand the state
my heart is in
every time she speaks
your limbs trot away
and I feel so alone
in my poetry,
words barely comfort me
So take them, dear
I don't want the language
of my pen to speak anymore,
I'd rather make love to you
Heartsickness is overly dreary
and my chest won't stop sighing
over the sound of our immeasurable distance
quietly you left, unbearably loud you're gone
I'm left here with my shock
all awkwardly dangling
from a heart shaped mirror,
it stares at me
with a smirky grin
of everlasting imagery
laughing hysterically at my idiocy,
taunting dreams
with reflections of you
from it seems another lifetime ago,
when love was kind
and huggable and decent
and liked to smile,
even if just for a little while
(but it's not like that anymore, is it?)
Categories:
huggable, lost loveheart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
Hottie
Handsome happy hunk
Honest Huggable heartthrob
Hotties have high hopes
Infatuation
Infatuation
Interested intensely
Innocence indeed
Joyous
Joyous jumping jack
Judicious juggler joker
Joins jumbo jet job
24.7.2020
Categories:
huggable, happy, joy,
Form:
Alliteration
If your think of getting a huskies you better think again
because huskies get hair in your mouth and they get wet again an again
They moult every winter and it gets on your nerves
Because fluff gets stuck on your clothes and in your hair
But the good things about huskies bet the bad
Because there huggable loveable and fluffy
And if you put that together
YOU MAKE MANS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!!!
So if you think the good things bet the bad like me
GET A HUSKIE A GIRL HUSKIE ARE A LAD!!!
I LOVE MY HUSKIE XX
Categories:
huggable, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
Not every toy for girl or boy
Is fun to own or share.
One has need of blood for feed --
The snugly, cuddly were-teddy bear.
This beast you see, cute as can be,
With children unaware,
Leaps up to bite necks in the night!
The huggable, lovable were-teddy bear.
Many a child bitten by wild
Rat or raccoon or hare
Today is alive, but fewer survive
The fangs of the sweet-and-dear were-teddy bear.
"Were Teddy" first appeared in
THE BLACK CRUSADER AND OTHER POEMS OF HORROR
(Springfield, Missouri: W. D. Firestone Press, 1979).
Categories:
huggable, childhood, children, fantasy, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
It’s odd how you feel, inside of your skin,
you seldom feel fat or think you can’t win
that dreamiest girl or beautiful time filler,
until you walk past an uncovered mirror.
That cannot be me, there’s too much to see!
How could I have broken a size sixty-three?
A fairly nice face and competent smile,
Who cares if my belt length measures a mile?
A bit like John Candy, rotund and quite funny,
Or something like Harvey, that huggable bunny.
I don’t have deep cash, some manly O. Winfrey,
Or a special package, like naughty Ron Jeremy.
But know there are some who like them a bear,
A guy who will take up more than one chair,
So if that is you, why not give me a ring,
And find out if big man is really your thing.
Categories:
huggable, humor,
Form:
Rhyme