Best Littles Poems
I am a brown and yellow daisy, called a black-eyed Susan, my name is Daisy
I wake up early every morning and open my velvety petals covered with dew
I dance in the breeze, waiting for the bee boss and crew to feed on my nectar
My little ones are just starting to sprout, I am hoping for a warm sunny day
My hubby was getting old and frail and dropping his petals, wilting over
He then suddenly expired by my owner, she quickly plucked him away
I think the strong, red rose wants his place, he is growing closer to me
He smells so deliciously fragrant and his thorns are magnificently prickly
Oh no, here comes my owner with pruning shears walking this way
Phew, I was almost stepped on, sadly she took my red rose away
Here comes the bees, buzzing around, my owner backs off, afraid
Ahh, a moment of joy, to feel the tickles and kisses from the bees
My littles ones all survived, still sprouting, ready to open up soon
We are mostly ignored and not picked until we are old and wilted
My worst fear is the huge loud green monster that I see weekly
It destroys my friends and sometimes cuts away my flower family
1/24/2021
Contest: Your 2021 N-A Choice' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
littles, flower, fun,
Form:
Personification
Stepping into one hundred degrees of morning haze
Wanting the sun to burn it all down in a fiery raze
'Til all the corn stalks are set to a glowing blaze
Then, rains can come across the plains; turning it to a syrupy glaze
Oh, how I loved these humidity infused summer days
They take me back to youth waking early; to enjoy my plays
I missed the first half of my life; when time seemed to have these endless ways
For adulting means its time to teach my littles how to navigate the craze
Also, to savor the moments 'til their fate reaches this phase
Who knew parenting was just guiding mice through the stands of maize?
Categories:
littles, boy, childhood, children, father,
Form:
Monorhyme
This night I am sad.
My eyes gaze the gathering galaxy
Seated upon the sky spread
Selfishly seek a shooting star.
I seek it so bad
Such sight my thought asking
My tea cold beside a frigid bread
I moan on the mowed green grass.
I love stars
Shooting star much more
Sparkling sparkles, glittering glitters
A little mighty awe
Twinkling littles lively and true.
For a good night rest
I need it bid me...
And at my voice crest
I started humming
For this nightly night,
Echoes of darkness
A shooting
Star.
Categories:
littles, art, star,
Form:
Alliteration
Loves fanatic sports.
Games littles coach.
Short esquire ethic.
Categories:
littles, father
Form:
For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.
Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.
Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.
I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.
She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.
Categories:
littles, child, love, mom, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
brrk brrk brrk
buc buc buc burk
nice chicken,
buc buc buc
brk brK BURKuRK
Mean CHICKEN!
The littles pet my mouth
as I say the brrks
Recoiling with delight
when mean chicken
gives them fright.
Categories:
littles, fun, games,
Form:
Grook
Flashes of bliss
My littles soul bless.
Allowing my cheeks a blush
And my heart a rush.
Letting go of sorrow
And accepting a blissful morrow.
Drying up my tears,
Casting away my cares.
Flashes of bliss,
Showers of happiness,
Torrents of bleessedness,
Moments of bliss.
Now and forevermore,
Bliss shall my soul bless.
Categories:
littles, joy, sorrow,
Form:
Sonnet
How it felt... Amazing.
Kisses down my collerbone.
Shivers from my eye lids to my toes.
Each moment I was savoring.
The littles passion marks you left
to be remembered when made your exit.
The way my lips felt against yours.
So much desire, passion, chemistry, and want.
The way you admired me, everybody part
as if I was a magnificent painting.
The lights off, the lights on. It didn't matter.
The things you said, the way you put in end
to my fantasies and brought them to life.
We simply didn't care, bed, floor, unpumped air bed.
Anything would do. That night our hearts collided
even though you said it shouldn't, it couldn't.
Thankfully we landed safely and there was no bloodshed.
We could have gone all night but of course time ran out.
How many times I replayed that image in my mind
I've lost count. Life isn't a game, its simply a mystery to be found out.
And it's these moments in time that are what life are really about...
Categories:
littles, life, lovenight, life, night,
Form:
Free verse
Here they comes! here they comes.
every cow mooed...
The ducks and hens
leaving their drakes and cocks
came screachng to see the flock of those, the tiny little crows.
The king himself from his den,
came at the screach of the hens.
Mighty and strong stepping out between the crowd,
Proud and happy of the little feloows,
Those who shall fly over the meadows
croack! croach! came the frong, to notify those gathered.
The wind was light and the clouds were still..
Mother crocodile wept water called tears..
The pigeons and sparrows
come in pairs to see the future come closer.
The elephants stoodby in lines to trumpet for the little victory..
The cuckoo came by with a little surprise, a souvenier!
A gift from a far offtree, across whom they may fly,
pieces of pear to eat along the way..
The littles of crows,
Brought pride to their race..
By a beautiful take off..
Far far away from the sky,
the view all those down lookup to them now..
All the animals waved good bye! and split away one by one,
while among the little said, 'one day we will be the
crows with pride..and one day we will be the ones to see out littles fly..like fan's viewing the sky'.
by
Manthra
Categories:
littles, animal, child, childhood, children,
Form:
Free verse
God
needed
another
angel
so
He
took
you.
So
be
good
kind
and
respectful.
Mind
your
manners.
Always
remember
to
say
please
and
thank-you.
Let
the
littles
go
first
and
be
helpful
to
them.
Clean
up
all
the
messes
you
make.
Brush
your
theeth.
Take
your
bath
and
be
sure
to
clean
behind
your
ears.
Never
use
cross
words.
Always
share
your
toys
and
take
turns.
Before
you
lay
down
at
night
Bless
everyone
in
your
prayers.
God
needed
another
angel
so
He
took
you.
My
mind
asking
why?
My
heart
broken
beyond
repair.
The
pieces
have
been
blown
away
from
the
mighty
winds.
You
were
just
on
loan
to
me
from
God.
Now
He
needed
another
angel
so
I
had
to
give
you
back.
God
needed
another
angel
and
He
choose
you.
Categories:
littles, death
Form:
Free verse
I ain't trying to be famous or rich.
I just wanna stay with my future wife and show my kids that love still exist.
When I say I do, I'm going to mean it
And show her that I'm hundred percent in it.
Illusion I might be seeing
And I might be dreaming.
Spending your life with love ones
And seeing the littles ones grow is life's real meaning.
I'm just telling y'all how I'm feeling-Mario Perez
.
Categories:
littles, love,
Form:
Epic
Ode to the littles
Who cry and cry
Who cry every day
by and by
Ode to the littles
They run and they jump
And they hit
Their heads. Bump!
Ode to the littles
To a glimpse of the past.
To memories we all
want to last.
Ode to the littles
of another time.
Back when life was simple,
Before there was crime
Categories:
littles, childhoodcry,
Form:
Ode
BY MARK RAYMOND MILLER
COPY RIGHTED 12/28/2017
I LIVE WITH ZOMBIES
THEY ARE IN MY LIVING ROOM
TELLING ME HAPPY STORIES
WHICH I FAIL TO HEAR
WITH ZERO'S BEHIND THE LITTLES
WHO ABIDE WITH TEACHERS MIGHT
RECEIVE A LETTER EXTRAORDINAIRE
MAY I MASK WHY SO SOLEMN
RULING CLASS TO STAPLED BEDS
ARE NOT HONORARY DECAY
JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE HAD WORDS
WITHOUT MENTION TO LOVE HIS DEAD
AS IF WE ENTER EXITS WITHOUT EXISTENCE
IF YOU WONDER WHERE THEY LIVE
ACROSS THE SEAT FROM YOU
I PROMISE TO WAIT MY DEAR
FOR LOVE AND HONOR SINCERE
SHOULD YOU CRY SO SOON
ALL IS SILENT ON THE WESTERN FRONT
WHERE CANNONS FIRE PROJECTS PAST
RIVER SOMME'S BODY VESSEL STUMPS
OH BUT YOU ONLY KNOW SO LITTLE
OF STILLBORN BABY EMMA'S ENCOUNTER
WITH FRESH YOUNG MEMES DELIVERED
ALIVE TO INFECT US ALL WITH RAZOR
EDGE TEETH WHICH EARN TO SINK
WAS IT ONLY YESTERDAY WE SPOKE
OF OUR PAST DATE OUT COLD IN LOST
I MUST ADMIT WITHOUT YOU AROUND
WHO IS WORTHY OF MY SINISTER
PLAYGROUND HORROR TERROR HOUR
I BID YOU ALL GOOD DAY PEOPLE
FOR SOON MUSHROOM CLOUDS WILL
FILL OUR DAYS BUT DON'T DISMAY
THEY'LL BE VISITORS FROM NIGHTIME GRAVES
WHO ARE DEARER TO US THAN THOSE DISPOSED
Categories:
littles, death, farewell, halloween, ,
Form:
Blank verse
I wanna tell you I love you
Every night of your life
Hold you in my arms and tell you
everything will be alright
And I wanna let you know every day of your life
I'll always be at your side
And I hope you know when the sun goes down
you're the last thing crossing my mind
Here we are on this wonderful day
The sun is shining as the birds sing away
Their littles beating when two are one
We lack the time to see what we have done
to this earth we're given so selflessly
The dirt we walk on you see, I
know I'm no prophet and I know I'm no saint
But I know how to love and I know how to care
I know how to show you matter the most, more than the air I breathe
I adore every move that you make, you squeaky high voice when full of glee
And now tell me, will you stay with me at the world's end I see?
Through cataclysmic fear, I will always be right here
I wanna tell you I love you for the rest of our lives
Hold you in my arms so warm
Hold you in my arms so tight
Categories:
littles, song-lyriclove, sun, i love
Form:
Is it only coincidental
that pigs have litters
and those who carelessly litter
are Earth-trashing pigs?
Not pigs, dear;
people.
Just not mindful people,
without mature eco-consciousness,
with militaristic habits
of throwing paper and plastic and metallic missiles
out onto our EarthMother Commons,
for all to see and smell and feel badly about,
to suffer tragic loss and deep sorrow.
Like pigs, right?
Well, I suppose
a pig would not distinguish
between ego- and eco-consciousness.
But why would you stigmatize pigs
as opposed to other quasi-domesticated animals
like horses or cows
or sheep
or chicken littles
not the least worried that the climate is failing?
Because those you mentioned don't have litters.
Yes, but dogs and cats might have litters
Yes,
and you know how much fighting fun it is
to step in their stinky pooh.
I see your point.
Yet still I feel
this must remain a coincidence
of LeftBrain labeling language.
Categories:
littles, animal, birth, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse