Best Lily Pad Poems
My mind drifts back
To red times we've had
Healing happy lime laughs
Revealing shining over anything sad
Magical how one word from you
Colors me whatever you choose
From lamenting lemon to maroon
All based on love so true
You are my favorite song
I sing you all day night long
U write me pink passionate poems
Invite me to dream along
We don't have much in hand
But rich in heart with romance
By time design holding hand
Spirit so cheery we freelance
No bars no cars only white stars
Can showcase our love bizarre
We cruise like cotton clouds so vast
Upon our lovely lime lily pad
(a rhyming fable in haiku syllable count)
In a little pond
a big frog and a small frog
both sit on a log.
That log is then seen
by a little boy at play
who takes it away.
Left without their log,
both frogs spy a lily pad;
the big frog is bad. . .
Though the pad is small -
onto it the big frog hops.
The small pad drops!
Into the small pond
disappears the little pad.
The big frog gets sad.
He just swims away.
Now the small frog seeks a pad.
He is hopping mad!
From one lily pad
to another goes that frog
who has lost his log.
Never giving up,
the little frog starts to think. . .
Which pad will not sink?
Small ones are no good.
They sink like the Titanic.
I need gigantic!
Having found one large,
now the frog itty bitty
is sitting pretty!
And the moral is “Better to be a small frog rather than a big frog in a little pond” Or “Don’t get sad, get hopping mad!”
For the children's Fable Contest of Carol Eastman
It’s wrong to judge people by appearance
So when he approached me with that grimace
I tried to see what’s inside
Perhaps a sweet prince did hide
Behind scaly green skin on the surface
He offered his lips, I felt revolted
And through the door I just might have bolted
If I had not made a vow
To be less judgmental now
So we kissed and my heartstrings he jolted
Such heaven we found on his lily pad
Till he turned into a horny-toad cad
Now my mouth is filled with warts
And no more bliss he transports
I just look at him and shout out “Egad!”
Sometimes a book’s cover shows what’s within
And I’ve surely learned much to my chagrin
This frog will not be a prince
When I look at him I wince
And just belt down a few chugs of sloe gin
This entry for the happily ever after contest is based on the fairy tale about the frog
prince.
frog strange croaking voice
hanging on his lily-pad..
many allergies
Sponsor: Sidney~LeeAnn
Contest:Lily-Pads and Frogs
Written: Sara Kendrick
herald the blossom
born from koi pond's womb ~
frog on lily pad
He croaks as he waits
Calling for love from his pad
She answers the call
Rockman :-)
For the Haiku: Lily-pads And Frogs by Sidney LeeAnn
a kingly sort sits
atop his lily pad throne
about to croak out
Tanya Harrington
© 05-10-12
croaking frog waiting
tongue snapping whole fly
falls offs lily pad
ALesiach © 8/16/2016
I have a big, old froggie that lives in my ornate lily pond, so refined.
And every time I have a guest, he Farts and spurts water from his behind.
My son has named him bubbles and tells everyone, how he is so fine...
Now, you must know he’s only five with potty humor on his mind…
It started as I included my son, while finding a fountain for my pond.
But he came home and told his dad, who now also had to come along.
While I kept looking for a fountain, you know… with exquisite flair.
My son kept asking me for a special one, that farts water out his tail.
Now, as I watched my two beloved gentlemen, I knew something was afoot.
I found retreat a better thing, as I high tailed it away, with a serious hotfoot.
Sure enough, my birthday present turned out to be that froggie for my pond.
And I certainly couldn’t hurt my son’s feelings by saying no, to respond.
My hubby laughed as he pointed out a place, they had agreed it should go.
Yes, you guessed, it’s the first thing you see, that your eyes can bestow.
Perhaps my plight is really not so bad… or at least, my hubby now tells me so.
Even though the guests’ eyes grow big, and their walk becomes really slow.
As I see their looks, a better conversation piece could never have ever been.
As I gently explain my son’s love for me, is touching, don’t you think? Again.
Of course the little froggie keeps farting and wildly smiling, throughout it all.
But the smiles are never near as big, as my guests’ smiles… that suddenly grow…
As they become enchanted with the understanding of it all.
Like a lily pad she floats among the surface of the water
Holding up people like rafters holding up a roof
She is magnificent in her form
Never letting the rain knock her down
She is strong
Independant
and Never vain
She is her own kind of perfection
She is like a lily pad.
She is beautiful
It was the center of the night
and just off the carport,
forty thousand frogs sang
a round that cradled the dreams
of the neighborhood, the town,
and just then, my life.
I sat, then stood,
trying to get closer to the music;
inside of it, to let the surreal,
surround sounds smooth the folds
of my consciouness. I let it fill
my intangible soul with its sanctity,
stroke my skin with its simple complexity,
in a near-orgasmic surrender to something
I cannot find the words to explain.
My mind sipped the symphonic nectar
that spilled over into my reality
and I wondered if you knew that I loved you
to the ends of my imagination.
Evergreen pleasure and lily pad wishes
Here on the eve of an autumn undressing
Ribbons of silk rustle soft to the ground
Breathless desires of nature’s true calling
Beauty invades when there’s no one around
Behind a tree as I witness enchantment
Leaves filter light of a shimmered moonbeam
Now as my heart beats in whispered attraction
All that I see plays a part in this dream
Curves framed in stardust aglow in the heavens
Willowy flesh in a satin like hue
Eyes formed of fantasy’s lone inspiration
Sensual thoughts ‘pon a midnight laced view
Delicate lines drift angelic perceptions
Passion ignites as the warm breeze now flows
Evergreen pleasures and lily pad wishes
Follow my gaze now wherever she goes
Down to the water a shadow is moving
Gracefully floating the banks of the shore
Skin wet and glistening here in the moonlight
Hard as it is I cannot stand much more
Then in her eyes I now see my reflection
Beyond a smile just as bright as the sun
Beckoning me with a wave of her fingers
Love comes to call as the long day is done
Good night Soupers
Hey, skinny dipping in November…it could happen. : )
the calm silent pond
with floating lily pads
awaits frogs next jump
The lily pad wanted to see some snow
She needed to travel, but where to go?
The mouth of the river had things to say
Beyond the green bridge, that is the way….
She was open to suggestions, of course.
A daughter of Zeus, niece of Thor, king of Norse
Pink sponge floated by and sprinkled on her ash
She jumped a bit, when a canoe gave a crash.
Scratch and scritch a path through the rubble
It is March, so you will not want any trouble
Or you will kill any outside chance
To cross the gully to play and dance
The lily pad listened to the frog named Paint
His eyes could pierce her soul, he liked her quaint
I want to see snow, she confided to this green man.
I am sure you can, he lied. I am sure you can.
There’s life here still
somewhere below the surface.
I dip under lily pads,
delve hands into reeds.
Down in the sludge, shimmering sunlight
illuminates what once thought lost.