Best Ladybirds Poems
When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were evergreen
with flowers falling like confetti in between.
A rising sun in molten gold so bright
with shifting leaves along a riverside.
I painted mushrooms covering faries
Unicorns, princesses and queens
Happy trolls and Naughty elves
riding on watercoloured bees.
As such was life, Carefree
As beautiful as dreams.
Years rolled on, trees turned old
Vibrant colours became the past in an hourglass.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that is left are sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day.
But little child out there, Listen to me..
Never let clouds cover your soul with ash -of-grey
Like candyfloss, clouds might seem huge
But they're made of fluff...Blow them away.
Blow them away before it rains
Yet if rain pours its heavy drops
and gusty winds whirl from strong storms
Never give up!
Lilt up your head, seek with those eyes
In every journey a rainbow hides
Just keep on searching, do not be blind
Leave all your troubles way back behind.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that are left are Sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day
But now and then a spell's bestowed upon my name
With an old brush and childhood colours
I paint an orchard with sugar-maples
and fragrant blossoms blooming in May.
Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads began bobbing and eyes were agaze.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The combine is coming to harvest the field!’
The moles and the voles and the rabbits and hares
All hurried and scurried and scattered in pairs.
The hedgehogs and ladybirds, pheasants and shrews
Did all that they could to distribute the news.
Then all made a dash for old wise badger’s sett;
The only safe refuge in face of the threat.
There, in the deep hollow they felt the vibration
They shivered and shuddered in great trepidation.
The thrumming and thundering monster machine
Soon passed overhead... and then all was serene.
And out of the hollow came heads, tails and paws
Another day safe from the harvester’s jaws!
Most recently entered into 'Your Best Rhyme Poem That Is Trophy Worthy Contest 3 Poetry Contest' sponsored by Tania Kitchin - 05.10.19
I chose this poem because not only is it one of my personal favourites, but to this day, I've no idea where all these little creatures came from! Written early on in my poetic endeavours, it made me appreciate fully the amazing powers of the imagination!
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Down in the meadow, bees are buzzing away
cows laze about, after feeding all day
Wildflowers attract butterflies, in pastel arrays
lapping up nectar, in the warm sunny rays
Down in the meadow, lambs frolic and play
ladybirds climb grass tufts, that gently sway
A farmer wipes his brow, whilst loading hay
midges swirl about, as young horses neigh
Down in the meadow, goldfinches come to lay
gobbling down thistle seeds, without delay
Baby spiders spin webs, in more than one way
none of them mind each other, so all’s ok
Down in the meadow, an old donkey brays
don’t think he’s cross, just dislikes his dray
The residents don’t care, what this ass says
all have things to do, and ignore me anyway
A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.
Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes navy-blue of the greenery's jade.
Wolves howl in the distance
Panthers prowl near pig pens
Ocelots growl around the dens.
Dolphins perform in the aquatic circus
Kids count on the time-old abacus
All in all the miracle of creation's fabulous
Elsewhere the morn dawns upon wee ladybirds
And shepherds go about grazing their hungry herds.
A rare sight of starfishes settle upon beach pebbles
Pink salmon in a see-through lake breath out bubbles
Bombed by tech; corpses found in debris and rubbles!
Wild species lurk in the murky forest
Stands tall and hovering high mount Everest
A chance to enjoy nature at its very best!
Admit it O' mankind no one can ever be
at par with your and my versatile Creator
The billions of species is far too extraordinary
He single-handedly created all that variety in nature.
For even the clever human who invented the radio
did not as well model the computer.
The one who designed my dresser couldn't design my patio
It'd be rare for a shoemaker to also be a tutor
But God He made both ant and elephant
and there's absolutely nothing that He can't.
It is said that deep in the forest green
And close to the silent flowing river
Where mystical green flowers lean
Along the banks marked with silver
Soft and damp with the dew shower
There lives a clan of ladybirds
Small and green and dotted with purple
They fly around dancing in herds
Tasting the nectar from the mighty maple
Which grow along the bank, in ample
And many a times when the night turns dark
And the moon shines silvery and bright
The ladybirds would be seen in an arc
Singing a sweet song of delight
Of pure love of a lady and a knight
And when the summer is tired and sleepy
And the golden buttercups filled with dew
The ladybugs gently slide under the canopy
To luxuriously bathe in this nature’s brew
And come out relaxed and shining new
3/4/13
Through the dewy panes
As my eyes scan through my garden
Everytime I am spellbound
My childhood's hideout
My favourite room beneath blue skies
Sound of splashing water
Coming from the bird bath
Clapping of leaves when spring breeze blows
Each plant wearing distinct shades of green
Music of bumble bees
And games of squirrels
Frivolous flights of butterflies
Soaring in and out of rims
Sights of stones and rocks
And velvety moss on the walls
With spring in the corners
Buds unfurl meek petals
Tiny wildflowers smile amid rose bushes
Ladybirds and caterpillars
Make their presence feel
Saying a silent hello
Cuckoo and robins perch on mango tree
Just where my garden ends
Filling music with perfect notes
In the air no one can ever sing
My little garden invites me
Every day for a walk
To enjoy the riches no castle can ever render
Beauty and music mingled to soothe my chaotic mind
You can find me
Lazing on the caned bench every evening
23/02/2019
The most beautiful elf
On a pink rose did she stand
With ladybirds and butterflies
In a wondrous land
With snow capped mountains
And fields of green
Cotton wool clouds
Like a delightful dream
The butterflies fluttered
And the ladybirds danced
The beauty of the elf
Left my heart entranced
Dressed in pinks
With roses in her hair
En capturing this highlander
In his delightful stare
The beauty of her pose
With mother nature's creatures
The complexion of her skin
And the most beautiful of features
What a joyous place to be
In this haven of elf's and flowers
Where butterflies and ladybirds
En capture me for hours
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Nature is magical, mystical and magnificent. Be inspired every day.
Perfectly formed
By Michelle Morris
23/08/2024
When last did you stop and notice
The perfection in the leaves?
The beauty of the flowers?
The scent of Nature's blessings in the breeze?
The perfectly formed tree stands tall
Surrounded by the adulation of wildflowers
The perfectly formed garden on a hill
Nature is magnificent and wields her powers
She creates sunflowers with sunny faces
She creates sand dunes that move and play
Fields and deserts, oases and forests
She is magical and creative
When last did you stop and notice
The mysterious allure of a wave?
Its life is over in an instant
And yet it still runs towards its Fate
Every perfectly formed wave
Is replaced by the next in line
We are in awe of the majesty
That is our ocean so sublime
Nature is a guardian
Nature is amazing
Nature is a magician
Nature is a soulful craving
Please stop and embrace the magic
Notice the butterflies and the bees
See dragonflies and ladybirds
Experience flora and fauna with ease
For we come from Nature
We are made to live within her space
We are perfectly formed by Source
And Nature is part of our DNA
© Michelle Morris, 2024
THE FLOWERS WELCOME THE QUEEN
Spring returns to my garden and the Golden Queen
Once again warms everything she touches.
A little girl comes barefoot into my empty garden one day.
Her hair floating in the wind gets caught on my thorn hedge,
But she pushes past the barrier, and makes herself at home.
She passes by my roses and her tiny fingers make daisy chains.
She leaves my pathway and her unprotected feet mark my soil.
Somehow my garden is filled with her presence
Now moving in the grass green growth -
Meeting morning’s sunny face, my little girl’s growing -
She’s planted there, showing more roots each day -
Helen - in my garden of wild flowers, their leaves
Enfolding her tender years. My adored daughter,
My child, running through the deep butter meadow,
Young knees yellow with topaz dust, marks my soul.
She gazes at all the smiling saffron rays-of-sun petals.
A field filled with dandelions’ bright amber glow;
And bursting with energy she chases a butterfly and tumbles,
Giggling, into a crowd of elegant marguerites, splaying their
Neatly-displayed petals in their starched ruffs :
The heart of whiteness shining in the early flower of life.
She bends to count the spots on the ladybirds climbing
The stems of the coltsfoot. The leafless coltsfoots, in greeting life,
Offer their radiant lemon fingers full-spread
To welcome back the Golden Queen of heaven.
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How about some free verse
That’s what Kim is asking for
Whatever my heart desires
What more could I ask, I know
Love maybe, so over subscribed
Nature is the same, hmm
How about the red ladybirds
In my garden they have a home
Did you know that from 2 spots
To 22 are on this little bug
Love to see them when in flight
When sent home with a shake
In my eyes she is a friend
Welcome whenever she likes
Making sure a silver birch
In the garden is kept just as she wants.
“Fly away ladybird
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire
your children are none”
Penned 28 May 2013
My wooden dappled rocking horse
Chomping at the bit
Eyes deranged with fearsome fire
Does make my stomach flit
And whilst we race
At perfect pace
Within the purple yonder
No time to sit on laurels dear
Blow dandelions nor ponder
In hot pursuit
And silver soup
Carrots golden tempt refined
Forgetting where from whence they came
(So pitifully mined)
Past burnt glades
And auburn maids
All leaning at the fence
Smiling cheering so enthusiastic
Glorious pretence
The finish line is not yet raised
Nor shall it be
If ever
So I'll just smile and veer off course
And stroke a peacock feather
For in it's eye
Down to it's base
Generous shades to bring a smile
Hues of horizons past and fore
To relish for a while
Once I de board my rocking horse
And accept what is my fate
Mushy peas and stodgy pie
Upon a paper plate
My cloche has stains
Yet it remains
Firmly on my head
Whist ladybirds move in deceived
As they are born and bread
A spotted array
On golden hay
Smiles at nought at all
Just tinkers on dreams of better things
Wishing....
That is all
(please note the rocking horse represents my sense of urgency when i was younger to achieve something... anything)
What is this friendship we covet
Is it special is it right.
It doesn't need to be sexual.
Sometimes I prefer you when your Intellectual.
A game two or one can play.
Endless childish fun all day.
Watching butterflies flutter bye.
Caterpillars racing them onto the leaves.
Honey bees that don't want to sting.
They are too busy collecting nectar for their queen.
Ladybirds of different colours racing up stems.
Spiders on webs waiting for a friend.
Flies that get stuck in her trap.
She cuddles them and wraps them in a bag.
Walking by the slow flowing stream.
We come to the pond. And play with frog spawn.
The dragonfly on red wings .
Catches a damsel fly to eat.
The birds sing gaily in this secluded spot.
We open our hamper and begin our picnic.
A squirrel comes over to see what he can nick.
You laugh at his boldness and throw him some biscuit.
He takes his prize up a tree he was right to risk it.
Across the pond a heron stands forlorn.
Waiting in the shadows for a fish meal.
I watch you captivated you haven't seen one before.
You take out your camera and get ready to take the shot.
He hears the click and goes into the air.
Your still excited even though the picture is blurred.
You turn and kiss me and thank me for spending time with you.
Two friends out for the day in the afternoon sun.
No need to rush no need to run.
This is what friendship is, just a day of fun.
But all things end and this day will too.
But never this bond between me and you.
I have a secret cabin,
it has a pretend location.
A place especially hidden,
only I can go there through transformation.
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The brightest blue water trickles down the stones molding tiny waves.
Fashioning a wide stream for ladybirds to bathe.
Under the wooden arch, of trees, bushes and evergreens
are the homes for the wee caterpillars and humbled bumble bees.
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The butterfly nest are exceptionally colorful
you’ll want to savor the scent. They're oh, so beautiful.
Covered in a rainbow of colors, of black, blue, green, red and yellow.
From the seeds the flowers will bloom, once the seed is sown.
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At night while the bonfire is challenged by the stars brightly shining lights.
Flickering their whimsical shadows, both on the ground and in the sky.
In the pale moonlight, I sit there in a chair, or lay in the meadow.
While all the sounds sing to me, organizing their extraordinary magical music flow.
A ladybird landed, on my hand today,
And looked at me, in a peculiar way.
It stretched it’s legs, and opened its wings,
As birds flew by, soft melodies they’d sing.
“Excuse me sir?”, the ladybird squeaked,
“May I sit here?, it’s safety I seek!”.
I looked in shock, the ladybird spoke!
“I’m really tired, and I’ve lost my folk”.
“Of course you can rest”, I said to my hand,
Where the tiny bug, found a place to land.
I was shocked and stunned, to what had occurred,
I didn’t know ladybirds, could speak a word.
“Where are you from?”, I said to the bug,
“From the old oak tree”, as he sat so snug.
“My family are there, could you take me?
I’ve missed the buzz bus” - the back of a bee.
“I must be crazy”, I said to myself,
As the ladybird sat, regaining its health.
I got up on my feet, and turned to the oak,
“This must be a dream, or a strange old joke”.
I walked to a leaf, and placed the bug down,
His mother came out, wearing a dressing gown.
“Where have you been?!” The mother cried,
“I have been to the beach, on his hand I have lied”.
“Thankyou kind sir, for taking me home,
I got quite scared, and felt alone”.
Then I woke up, it was a strange old dream,
I knew the events, weren’t as they seem.
I walked out the room, and down the stairs,
To find a ladybird, was in my hair.
I laughed a little, and went on with my day,
A little ladybird, that had gone astray.
I spotted a robin among many birds in my garden mead
Tilting its head this side and that, looking for some feed
It wasn't to satisfy its hunger but for its young ones to be fed
It had lovely feathers all over in colors of black and red
I have found its nest on a tall tree by my house’s side
It frequents my garden to catch the ladybirds in hide
Having a lively home with fledglings not yet ready for flight,
Flying to them with worms tucked in its beak is a usual sight
From branch to branch it flits, singing songs merry
With its sharp beak, pecking at clusters of red cherry
On rainy days in inclement weather, once when it is wet,
Smoothens its ruffled feathers staying under leaves, so quiet
Sitting close to its nest, every day it sweetly sings
I wonder if it is to announce the arrival of spring
Or is it singing lullabies to put its babies to sleep
Whatever it be, its song resonates in valleys deep
In my ears as the lovely strains of its melody fall to rest
All my vexations go to roost, making me feel so blest.
As I keep listening, my gloomy self with fresh comfort fills
And my sentient heart, with overwhelming joy thrills
Feb.10. 2023
A Simple Pleasure Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Julia Ward