Best Penguins Poems
All the world a stage
Our love not left on a shelf
Waters edge, in spades
Written in stone, ring
Waddle waddle kind of swing
Will you marry me
As we take the plunge
Into the depths out of blue
Our ceremony
Is a slow walk, true
Is a path already paved
So walk with me slow
God smiling on us
Giving our Union, blessing
Rehearsal, dressed, no?
Our friends will be there
Will live with us, be funny
At our same address
We'll make days of it
Nights at pool, entertaining
Make a clan, of it
We'll all just commune
Come and go, always here and there
In and out, ya know
Like the melting snow
Running into the pot
A melting pot, a roast, err
We could use for fish
Fish in that great big setting
The one that crashes
Gives gift at wedding
Gets drunk then disappears
Faster than lightning
Take a bow and bring
Flipper, for those who don't sing
Nor dance, sit and spin!
As we do our thing
It's reflected in the stars
Surrounded by ours
Setting in stone ring
All in black and white
Written pebabbles
Have tuxedo, will
Travel, In tandem in a
Cold World, poetry
The little penguins march along the ice
Battling against them
The might of the long winter’s crisis
The small ones under their mother’s bellies they crawl
Into a world of cold, their eyes opened
Marching weeks and months
Just to find
Some miracle rough food
The mothers and children stay
The fathers leave
Walking and marching for miles
And in between
The Crisis changes into the worse
Where the large bird descends
Toward the small penguins
The ones who have mothers
Run to them
While other shield themselves
By squeezing tightly together
As the merciless bird strikes
Some mange to run
While finally one is caught
In the ugly beast’s claws
And eventually gets eaten cruelly…
And when the dads come
Some find their sons
While others
Just endure another crisis similar
And for some
The dad recognizes his son
By his or her song
And beautifully they unite again
The father, mother, son
Stand
Together, proud and remarking
How beautiful their son is
And patiently the season changes
Summer comes, the ice melts
In the water they splash and swim
Day by day
All of the small penguins
Grow up
Their parents leaving them to a path of their own
They march again
How significant and enduring
I can’t describe how
A penguin really suffers…
Getting to water
it is quite a feat for them
a seal hides nearby.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Nov.26/2015
I watched a bit on Emperor Penguins and they were trying to stay cautious, as there was a seal hiding behind the ice waiting for a meal.
Three Penguins
Three little waddling penguins, walk like well dressed men
There all huddles en masse leaned against the ice felt cold,
Then their stoical stance as they dream when spring will be again,
They may be at the extreme edge of life forever in steadfast they hold.
Some may live within the ice and are forever adrift,
In all of winter seasons in dire discontent,
At times, their hapless lives must leave them so miffed
Never can I imagine an extreme time was spent.
For initially as i contemplate by these penguins I'm inspired,
In their ice-filled lives how they might and may detest;
They all go about every day doing their business dressed well attired,
The three little penguins know how to keep their image looking their best.
Written: 3/4/15
Theresa Marie W-C
Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.
The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.
The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day…
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.
The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.
Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.
Tell Me A Story Contest
Dragon really shouldn’t have borrowed the penguins, away from the Zoo.
Now he was their baby sitter at the lake, from morning till night, so true.
Not to mention a catasaurus was now stalking, his delightful little friends.
The Trolls volunteered their time, to help defend those cute ones, to the end.
He wanted to take them everywhere, wherever he could and had ever been.
Though most of those we’d been kicked out of… Well, here we go again.
First we passed our illustrious church, where the organ and voices rang on.
But as the penguins began to sing, it came out a screech, so I hurried them along.
Next we went to the local Ice cream Stand, where the Trolls devoured icy delights.
Brain freezes naturally ensued, so the penguins sat on their heads, what a sight!
The crowd applauded such an ingenious save, now penguin hats, are all the rage.
The Mayor gave them animal service vests, so in the news, he wouldn’t be upstaged.
This allowed them into the Mall, where lit fountains flow, a fascinating place, indeed!
Dragon became their slide, as the kids marveled at their fancy whoop-de-do deeds.
Next dragon herded them to a western shop, for sunbonnets, cowboy hats, and duds.
The mayor up for re-election, again, came along, and also got completely, gussied up.
Next was a candy store, where Dragon bought them a few, Yep, they’re like all kids.
A sugar rush ensued. Dragon reeled them in, before: who knew what, heaven forbid!
He even had to get them, out of the skylights, not easy for a bird that doesn’t fly…
But by directing them to the ice ring… he let them wear off their lengthy sugar high.
At the Mall Food Court, was sushi, and the children got to feed, the penguins they knew.
Naturally, the further they went, the more crowds ensued, until they bid the mall adieu.
But first they went to the bookstore, as yes, penguins like to read and be read to, too.
They’re now planning a penguin adventure book, ‘All the Things a Penguin Can Do’.
Then leaving the crowds, they went home on Dragon’s back, a lakeside nap, overdue.
Now I ask you very simply, if the penguins were yours to baby sit, so true…
Where, oh where, would you go… with such a precious little cargo, and you?
Two hungry little penguins
Both eager for their nosh,
One penguin’s name is Splish,
And the other one’s called Splosh.
Two hungry little penguins
Each holding out their dish,
I wonder what’s for dinner?
Surprise, surprise – it’s fish.
Guadalcanal 2019
Tour boat, ice-blue water.
Five rubber rafts,
12 heroes each, approach
Antarctic 'beach'.
‘Explorer’: 'Look! Penguins!'
Rest chirp approval, focus Canons,
shoot the penguins left and right.
'Great' 'Wonderful'.
Two hours later, 3-star restaurant,
Tierra del Fuego.
'Global warming...'
from the end of the table.
Heads nod assent. Crab dinner,
good Sauvignon Blanc. 'This is great!' 'Wonderful!'
Are they talking about the crab? Or the penguins?
Does it matter?
Wobbling tuxedo clad bowling pins
saunter across a frozen wilderness
The Penguins
Penguins are fun
They are walking very slow
They are so funny!
Penguins sure walk funny, funny they do
Waddling side to side, feet like orange overshoes
Why were they made like that
Why weren't they made like cats
Or screech when you step on their wazoo
To fly eventually -
to be at one with birds.
A childhood dream at three
that I pretend I had.
I would fly,
if dream came true
with penguins
that must surely dream?
(I saw a penguin yesterday
and it stretched its wings for me
as if one day
it will...)
They and I will fly above
this sullied earth
of sore pretense
of better things.
And even if we don't,
I gain for having pretended in this poem
a childhood dream I never had -
to be part of penguin lore.
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8/13/2015
Contest - Childhood dreams
Sponsor - Silent One
A win
Always mistreated, never a topic to consider about.
A big hole where everybody is in, without a retunring ticket back.
We enjoy those beautiful areas, we have a wonderful time.
Behind the joy we never think,
we've just enjoyed the nature.
Beyond the wonderful momentes it's the other face of the coin, the one nobody want to look at.
Nature it's becoming poor, as an eagle with wings to fly but without eyes to see the pray to hunt for surviving.
Nature are landscapes to be painted, children to be raised, a moment in life that shouldn't be distorted
Nature is ourselves and the world we have to be feeding, to keep on going for generations.
The ones they will never have a future without the nature.
Without the wolves howling,
the bears robbing the honey,
the foxes taking our chickens away.
Without the buffalos grazing on the prairies.
What is nature when you have to see the penguins without ice, and everybody think about having enough ice in their drinks?. What is Nature?
Respect for the new ones to make another move forwards
It was September 16th, 1898, the day it rained penguins.
There was a magician in town; he arrived in a hot air balloon.
Who does he think he is? We asked ourselves, but we were intrigued.
The penguins were all over the streets, running and hopping.
Did they come down from the sky? Did he bring them in the balloon?
What were these curious creatures? Were they aliens?
None of us knew; we had never been to the Arctic
And frankly, none of us were well-read.
You can put lipstick on that pig if you want but it’ll still stink up the sty,
You can put wings on a penguin but that bird won’t learn to fly.
You can tell me all the stories you want and swear that they aren’t lies,
But you cannot change the truths I’ve seen with these tearful eyes.
I saw you steal a kiss from him when you thought you were alone.
I hear you from the other room whispering on the phone.
I’ve seen the love letters you thought were hid from this other man,
How you continue to deny these truths I cannot understand.
You can put lipstick on that pig if you want but it’ll still stink up the sty,
You can put wings on a penguin but that bird won’t learn to fly.
You can tell me all the stories you want and swear that they aren’t lies,
But you cannot change the truths I’ve seen with these tearful eyes.
I know that you two rendezvous when you say you’ve things to do.
I know each time you’ve been over there; I smell his cologne in your hair.
I know you think of him at nights lying here next to me,
“How do you know these things”, you ask, well Honey it’s real easy.
You can put lipstick on that pig if you want but it’ll still stink up the sty,
You can put wings on a penguin but that bird won’t learn to fly.
You can tell me all the stories you want and swear that they aren’t lies,
But you cannot change the truths I’ve seen with these tearful eyes.
For twenty years I’ve been true to you through the thickness and the thin,
And I believe you’ve been true to me until this guy waltzed in.
As much as it hurts to realize that you really like this guy,
It hurts much more each day you explore new ways to weave your lie.
So tell the truth then cut him loose and Honey we’ll survive,
But I won’t stay another day living in this lie
You can put lipstick on that pig if you want but it’ll still stink up the sty,
You can put wings on a penguin but that bird won’t learn to fly.
You can tell me all the stories you want and swear that they aren’t lies,
But you cannot change the truths I’ve seen with these tearful eyes.