Best Littlest Poems
He scooped and he packed
He rolled me good and round,
When all was done, I stood there
Only three feet off the ground
I had wondered why...
Why did this teenage boy,
Build me up this way
No bigger than a toy?
No bigger than his dog
In fact, we saw eye to eye,
I looked around for answers
And still I wondered why?
Then I came face to face
With an answer that was clear,
When the boy in the wheelchair
Slowly came rolling near
With his teenage brother
Lending him a helping hand,
He placed a smile upon my face
A smile so wide and grand
My eyes, two big buttons
From Grandma's sewing kit,
My scarf, one of their Dad's
Was striped and hand knit
From their Mom's kitchen came
My nose, a long gnarled carrot,
My arms, two maple limbs
From the family's tree I did inherit
My heart, warmed by the boy
The boy who could not walk,
His eyes laughed when he saw me
Though he could not even talk
No prouder stood a snowman
That towered, oh so tall,
Than me, the littlest snowman
The proudest one of all.
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh!
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule, there must be no slack,
To ensure there were plenty of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just couldn't do anything right!
For instance, he put Jills in boxes meant for Jacks-In-The-Box,
And placed chirping chickadees in all the fancy cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four!"
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labled Tinker Toys.
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars,
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas Stars!"
He did so well that Santa asked, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant Star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Week after week I can hear the laughter
echoing throughout the old tilled field
I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust
rubbing upon my toughened orange skin
The rains have come and my bed has become muddy
the laughs are getting softer as each day passes
I can see others carried away
but why not me
I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters
but I am perfect
not a blemish upon me
but here I sit
almost all alone left to rot.
Off in the distance I hear a little voice
"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "
"No mommy that one is ugly"
I hear her getting closer
pick me. please please pick me
Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen
Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.
She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.
"Look mommy I found one"
"no it's not too small"
" It is just right"
My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.
Here on this fairy princess night stand.
The littlest Prince lived and died in the Vault
He began his music career early-on learning every aspect of the music
The littlest Prince had received his first lessons from his father who had his own band
The littlest Prince father was not a king but also himself a Prince and his mother was the lead back up singer
The littlest Prince went to school and returned to the vault at night but he was not well liked because of his small stature and turned to music for his salvation
He formed his own bands like his father and worked on his craft but anger and rage and sexual upset and poverty formed his music then
The littlest Prince was without a father when his parents divorced but because of his work in the vault he was signed to a record deal at the age of 19
The littlest Prince achieved much success with hit after hit after hit and he secluded himself inside the Vault and away from the other stars and musicians on the west and east coast
The littlest Prince settled in the middle of America and built an even larger white Vault and lived inside of it and locked himself in
But things were not quiet on the inside the littlest Prince wrote and collaborated with other artists and writers and musicians
Inside the Vault was a world of his imagination symbols mythology love music and sexual mayhem
The littlest Prince was heard to say that if he did not make music he would die
The littlest Prince like the Vault was surrounded in secrecy lawyers and no personal interviews and only he could enter the Vault
The littlest Prince lived and died in the Vault
And it has been said that whoever controls the Vault controls his future
The littlest Prince prophetically said days before his death wait a few days before you waist yours prayers
Inside the Vault there is enough music from the littlest Prince to outlive us all into the 22nd century
The littlest Prince may have died but long live the littlest Prince
Taking my gold black tipped pen
Words flow on white parchment
Like tears intermittent streams.
My baby you are in heaven now.
Son you're in God's arms, not mine.
Looking down at my verse,
Before I could comprehend,
As if influenced by a spell
My paper like wings on wind
Gently lifted, flickering in air.
I shield my eyes from the sun.
A hum heard, as I turned to see
My penned words on parchment
Laying back on my writing table.
Golden flecks dusted my verse.
Psst, can you hear me?
A tiny angel whispered.
For Skat Aces's contest, 'Angels'
Week after week I can hear the laughter
echoing throughout the old tilled field
I can feel the patter of feet along with the dust
rubbing upon my toughened orange skin
The rains have come and my bed has become muddy
the laughs are getting softer as each day passes
I can see others carried away
but why not me
I may not be as big as my brothers or sisters
but I am perfect
not a blemish upon me
but here I sit
almost all alone left to rot.
Off in the distance I hear a little voice
"Mommy all these pumpkins are too heavy "
"No mommy that one is ugly"
I hear her getting closer
pick me. please please pick me
Then I see her....the most beautiful sight I have ever seen
Her big caramel eyes, staring right at me.
She swoops down and cradles me in her arms.
"Look mommy I found one"
"no it's not too small"
" It is just right"
My heart smiles as I sit overlooking her.
Here on this fairy princess night stand.
*A Halloween repost
The littlest turtle was hatched on the beach among a batch of eggs but was left
behind when all his brothers and sisters made it to the shore and then into the
sea. He was so afraid he would be eaten by the birds or the fish but there was
something special about this turtle. He didn't know he was magic he had
special
power when the moon glow fell on him he would grow strong and could make to
the shore if only he could stay out of sight till night fall and the moon came up
and so his trip begain to get to the shore and not become dinner for anyone
else.
First he saw a sand crab and had to hide in a cup. Then this child came along
and picked up the cup and played with it for a while and left it futher backup
the beach. His struggle was tuff a bird swooped down and grabbed him in his
beak while another bird saw what was going on and attacked and he fell to the
ground and got under the boardwalk he could hear two blue crabs fighting
under there.
He prayed to the sea god to save him and just then a wave wash under the
boardwalk pushing him back out on the sand up the beach and he had to run
for the cup again. He prayed to neptune why did you do that when he looked
out to sea. He saw the fish feeding and he hoped it wasn't on his brother's and
sister's
and then he thanked neptune for sparing him that fate. he waited in the cup
until night fall and all was calm and neptune had let the moon shine bright.
As the littlest turtle came out of the cup he was unaware that with each step he
took he grew in size and by the time he reach the water he was the size of a 20
year old turtle and would never be in danger again.
The littlest turtle was hatched on the beach among a batch of eggs but was left
behind when all his brothers and sisters made it to the shore and then into the
sea. He was so afraid he would be eaten by the birds or the fish but there was
something special about this turtle. He didn't know he was magic he had
special
power when the moon glow fell on him he would grow strong and could make to
the shore if only he could stay out of sight till night fall and the moon came up
and so his trip begain to get to the shore and not become dinner for anyone
else.
First he saw a sand crab and had to hide in a cup. Then this child came along
and picked up the cup and played with it for a while and left it futher backup
the beach. His struggle was tuff a bird swooped down and grabbed him in his
beak while another bird saw what was going on and attacked and he fell to the
ground and got under the boardwalk he could hear two blue crabs fighting
under there.
He prayed to the sea god to save him and just then a wave wash under the
boardwalk pushing him back out on the sand up the beach and he had to run
for the cup again. He prayed to neptune why did you do that when he looked
out to sea. He saw the fish feeding and he hoped it wasn't on his brother's and
sister's
and then he thanked neptune for sparing him that fate. he waited in the cup
until night fall and all was calm and neptune had let the moon shine bright.
As the littlest turtle came out of the cup he was unaware that with each step he
took he grew in size and by the time he reach the water he was the size of a 20
year old turtle and would never be in danger again.
im thh littlest in charge cha , cha , cha charge
a good girls a smart girl
growing up in the world
patiently awaitin forr the princess to be heard
see i always had the urge
anny up the nerves
check check out my melody as my rhyme emerge
im like a humming bird , hmmm.. fly away
swingin on monkey bars , kick ballin you know childs play
and there i lay ,
pulled a muscle tether ballin as i lay side ways
its just another day in my kiddy , kiddy world
such a itsy bitsy girl
in this great big world
educationally explorring
im so excited to explore
Dear Daniel Bryan
I have a story to tell
Of your littlest fan
And your “Yes!” he does yell.
Even in sleep
Surprise you he would
For awake he does leap
Your theme understood.
As soon as he hears
“Flight of the Valkyries”
He perks up his ears
And is up off his knees.
Arms in the air
Fingers pointed high
Stepping to the ring with care
Even in mid cry.
Yes Movement I see
Every Monday Night Raw
Such a delight to me
He fills me with awe.
The Littlest Yes Movement is here
His age do you wonder?
He has just turned a year
Your youngest fan member.
She said...
"write your rhymes in my heart
& amplify the rhythm of its pulse
let my breasts be the covers for your hiding art
curve your words
into every pore in my skin
gloomy not glamour
blank
white
colorless
love me
Hurt me
& paint me
i am a piece of paper
fold me &
divide me into stanzas
let my lips be the lines in each stanza
write me down
& cut me into syllables
let me bleed
with the love i swallowed
hurt me again & again
burn me with your words
i am the ashes in your thoughts
the wreckage
the Phoenix rising."
____Artistic Poet
It stood alone Christmas Morn on the bleak and windswept mountainside.
Towering spruce that once surrounded it now graced many a fireplace side.
Rejected again, the Littlest Christmas Tree was left so lonely and forlorn.
Dejected, it would spend Christmas with naught its branches to adorn.
Happy children danced around taller and more majestic trees,
Shouting, "Daddy! Daddy! This is the one! Let's get it pretty please!"
Cheerful families gave it a passing glance as they sought the perfect tree.
The little tree with outstretched limbs cried, "Won't you please choose me?"
Mister Eagle soaring high above saw the little tree's hapless plight!
He mused, "This will not do! I'll get my friends to set things aright!
He rallied all his forest and feathered friends to help decorate the tree!
From far and near they gathered on Christmas Morn in answer to his plea!
Crimson cardinals arrived to adorn each branch of the little spruce so blue!
Bluebirds by the gross settled upon its limbs adding to its colorful hue!
Topping the tree was the Symbol of Peace, a beautiful mourning dove!
Mister Eagle declared, "Ya'll done good!" as he eyed the scene from above!
Adding to its beauty were branches garlanded with newly-fallen snow!
All the forest creatures were gathered about the tree their love to show!
'Twas reminiscent of animals gathered in The Manger so very long ago!
The Littlest Christmas Tree cried tears of joy for those who had made it glow!
Entry for Shadow Hamilton's "Christmas Tree" Contest
(30 Nov 2018)
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but a hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all - alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just couldn't do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in the boxes labeled Jacks in the Box,
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dollies counted cadence, "Hup, two, three four!"
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'.
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars.
I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well that Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas tree?"
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little spritel
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just could not do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in boxes labled 'Jacks in the Box',
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dolls counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four";
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'!
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars;
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"
Maria Liu
Rain,The Story
With the key still in her hand,
She walked through the door.
Wondering,
If she could take much more.
She sat on the couch,
Trying to put every piece in place.
But they all felt so delicate,
As if they were made of lace.
After trying so hard,it was pointless,
Like climbing a high fence.
No matter how much she thought,
I wouldn't make any sense.
Why was it her?
Why did she have to fight them all?
What if she lost?
What would it be like to fall?
But then something clicked,
After all the time spent.
The message to her brain,
Was finally sent.
It wouldn't matter if she fell,
She would do her best.
And maybe one day,
Somebody would finish off the rest.