Best Nursery Rhyme Poems
In autumn’s hush of silver light,
the silent letters woke at night~
a tiny gnome with lantern bright
led all his friends in soft delight.
They tiptoed down the moonlit aisle,
each wearing magic, each in style~
a salmon cloak, a muscle vine,
a subtle spell of quiet shine.
Through forests where the night scene did gleam,
they wandered like a whispered dream,
and a dinner receipt fluttered in the air
its silent p beyond repair.
Doubt rode by a beige leaf,
a shy companion, small and brief,
while moonlight kept watch from overhead
and warmed the path the silent travelers tread.
They reached the castle made of mist,
where stars and shadows coexist,
and glistening, they danced along a path of stone
to greet each letter, one by one.
The gnome proclaimed, “Let us play~
for quiet hearts deserve a day!”
So through the silver-shimmered air
they danced a spell of laughter there.
And should you wander near their quiet glen,
you just might meet them once again~
listen for their hush like feathers soft and fleet,
a whispered wonder at your feet.
I heard a tink under my sink
that sounded like a clink, I think.
At first, I thought maybe the cat,
her collar, could make sounds like that.
But this sounded more like a bell
ringing, as far as I could tell.
What could the sound possibly be,
I simply had to go and see?
It couldn't be a rat or a mouse,
there are none of those in my house.
I cracked open the cupboard door,
for a quick peek, and nothing more.
But what I saw there wasn't scary,
it was a trapped, frightened Fairy.
And it looked up and winked at me,
knowing that I would set it free.
Prettier than a butterfly,
her wings were as blue as the sky.
How she got trapped, I'll never know;
but I'm happy I let her go.
God’s morning paints the world in gold,
and little birds begin to sing~
they know His love wakes everything.
Quiet wind tiptoes through the trees,
whispering blessings as they pass~
tiny prayers in dewy grass.
Vampire Iran is sniffing out Israeli veins
Xi buzzards are circling the lotus Taiwan
Putin is feeding on the flesh of Ukraine
Nuclear wizards are waving their wands.