Best Moppet Poems

Innocent, juvenile, moppet
I am a child
Courageous, gallant, dauntless
I am a free spirit
Hearing, heeding, harking
I am a listener
Open, direct, frank
I am honest
Liberal, understanding, unsparing
I am generous
Trite, worn out, bathetic
I am tired
Divided, severed, separated
I am divorced
Forebearer, ascendant, parent
I am a mother
Contributor, benefactor, supporter
I am a friend
Devine, heavenly,...

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Sleepy,
Weepy,

Sweetie,
Cutie,

Babe drools.
It crawls,

On floor,
On four.

Burbles,
Gabbles,

Wets bed,
Cute bud!

Guileless,
Artless,

Chuckles, 
Giggles,

Grows up. 
Sits up.

Child walks.
Child runs.

Climbs up.
Falls down.

Naughty,
Haughty,

Spoiled brat!
Moppet!

Mom’s joy!
Dad’s toy!

God’s gift
World’s light!

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August.2.2022

~ Placed Tenth~

Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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Mrs Moppet decided to go to the beach
as it was such a sunny day.
Loading up her car with kids and picnic
they set off singing as they went.
The road was long and very twisty
and half way there with a loud noise
the car groaned to a halt.
Oh...

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The master forces his clowns to laugh 
when polka dots become the wearers.
An audience roars…a  pained choreograph;
behind the scene,  the wounded howl tears.

What man is he who tugs the moppet strands?
Twisting acts at whim for raunchy tricks
and controlling moves through strict demands,
only to...

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Angel you are and you will forever be
Your magical feathery touch
And mouth-watering dishes much
From our birth to your death 
Loved you we did, with all our heart
For you are our very breath

Love us you will 
Wipe our tears before eye's fill
Paradise lies at your feet
That...

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Radiant beauty abound

Sun beam, pubescent wager, thy face, 
Nourishment takes, golden roseate, 
Tenuring flower, non-daub
Graceful anima, display

The’ streaming into our souls,
Mise eternal, nod love 
Never accord that we will
Birr mioty, universal a qualm

Sprig Eres an arrow that day
Cheshire  I vidi, anearing eyes
Grin giving, es...

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As a moppet he was never afraid of the dark,
he never understood that fear.
From the start
he knew this non-specific creature of terror
wasn’t real;
It was his mom’s attempt
to modify his behavior.
“If you don’t behave
the boogeyman will get you.”
He would challenge her and ask,
“What is a boogeyman,...

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I have a strange malady
curiously effecting me
for I am very susceptible
to words of a variety

Words like cushlamachree
or hobbledehoy
give me such joy...
that my brain begins burbling
at a fantastic rate
things like bamboozle, bumfuzzle
blatteroon, and bombinate!
Bogged down in boondoggled
bedraggled, beware
I'm not making sense
and I really don't care!

Gushing galoot,...

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I pushed my homework

To stargaze with Kermit Frog toy…

Angrily, he threw my moppet

While I glared at this shadow,

Plunging from an adored throne

Like a villain.



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Fox glove tangos with the evening winds
My little Nicole had grown
What cradle doth she now lay without fatherly kiss?
How is my fairest one now turned a mist that hast flown?

It grieves to sing lullabies to her doll
The muse grants me expressions in vain
Doth heaven sparkle...

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MOON

I’m appears in the sky
In the dark and after the dusk.
In the morning sun gives a light
To the celestial world
People cannot watch the sun
Through his eyes constantly
In the pleasantful night with
Breezy air, enveloped them
They look upon me, there they thought
I’m the moon, a superlative person
Only...

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I


Which time is better?
Which season is better?
Which companion is better?
Which age is better?
Were some of my thoughts as......

I carried my drowsy cherub on my shoulders
cautiously walking in my garden
so that sleep is not disturbed
by my overstepping any cobble.
The night air was perfumed
by the queen of...

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There have been many pleasantries
As a moppet over the years:
The countless summer night breezes
That whistled music in my ears;
Or lay supine and gaze above
At the moonlit star studded sky
And conceive my dreams undreamed of
As they emerged before my eyes.
But gone are those childish whimsies
Those were...

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falling rain, droplet by droplet
pane pain pane
sipping on leaves
fall falling
failing to see

leaves livestock
lumbering, conceited
between the pages
their veins throbbing
as a moppet scribbles

over their bones
with primary colors
heavy-fisted, fat crayons
that melt

into the whirligig
cheek flames
and bright eyes
follow the track

jump into the raked
leaves piled high
aww, rains leaking
inside…pane…pain

child leaves it all...

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The wood is too seasoned, the grain hoary.
the moppet has grown insane,
its wood now riddled with timeless lies.
A cat in a dark corner will not look at it.
Mice cower under its grim shadow.

In a twilit kitchen an old man mumbles
as he gums a boiled egg
while...

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