Best Puddle Poems

Just a regular curbside puddle,
It really wasn't that big.
But it had the look of an ocean,
To a sweet little puppy named 'Pig.'

"Your paws might touch the water,
No chances that you will drown."
Pig looked at his master- all crazy,
And was frozen like ice to the ground.

"It's...

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Ponded and becalmed after the downpour, lying in shining stillness, I reflect an earthly existence; above me newly leafed limbs, and beyond, the wild beauty of motley skies in the afternoon’s brightening quietude. On the side of a country back road, I daydream. As leftover...

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Jump in that puddle.  Make mistakes. Jump toward the edge. Hang on by your knuckles.
Dare yourself! 
Get muddy!
Laugh your truth. Make fun of the ridiculous.  Call them out. Live your life.
Stand in the rain.
Be yourself.
Every second of every day, no matter how mad...

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Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!


Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.

Celebrant-pear in bridal white —
pairs walk down the chapel aisle.

The vigor of a garden dressed —
up and down the rows, I’m restless. 

Blossoms of...

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1
Puddle, swallow me in your 
archaic and gracious depths.
I’ve been roaming through
my city and its veins
with no oceanic nor 
dry eyes to salute to,
with no raw rapid river nor
traffic sign to guide me.

2
Their gods are angry at me, 
puddle;
they now know -and not before- I...

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Mud Puddle Muddle

Why must mud puddles always be
Just sitting there in front of me?
Calm and still in sunlight’s flash
Inviting me to make a splash.
And why do I, though dressed for school,
Just wade right into this muddy pool?
To make mud pies and muddle muffins,
A make believe...

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Circular round, quite over and over
Raindrops fall rightly into the puddle
Grey as the darkest color except night
Making the mind to become quite muddled

The purest of reflections disturbed here
Through the puddle it is shown now aligned
Grandest creation put at a small scale
It remains still when perfectly...

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"Tears I shed, were once rain drops...."


Then the clouds opened and cried
for me. So I could be a child within the 
puddles 
~
So that my heart, bore less the burden
of my life.
In  happy abandon, fully immerse myself 
in the joy that is the
splash.
~
I thought...

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He simply could not resist,
The mud puddle he could easily have missed.
As he carelessly tripped into the middle,
The bottom of the puddle he kissed.

He could not have had more fun,
As into the puddle he would run.
Now mudcovered head to toe,
There was no place for the...

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white, Sunday dress
on a clean-faced girl ~
black mud puddle...

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Galoshes over my shoes
raincoat zipped up high
Umbrella to protect my head
but that puddle can't be denied

Splash! Splash! puddle jumping
Splash! Splash! puddle jumping
I'm not to blame
the puddle called my name

Let it rain let it pour
it's fun getting wet for sure
Splish and splash, Splash and splish
getting as...

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reflect my dreams as you mirror your world
cool, still and dark
yet changing
with God's
breath




12/08/15...

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(Dedicated to one of my childhood friends)

You were one of those charming lilies
that bloomed, so fresh, in my springtime pond;
when my homesick wings of longings flutter and soar, 
and my mind alights 
on the periphery of the playparks of the past,
I reminisce all the little...

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It is now ten minutes past noon,
So, I can wish you a good afternoon,
The clouds are gracefully displaying,
Whatever an artist imagines,
 But my production manager is glaring,
Say your bit quick he mouths me,
Cheekily I replied, ‘let me be’,
I take a deep breath, and the sun
Peeps...

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Yay! Puddles!
Splish! Splash! Splish!
Wonderful Puddles!
You fill this rainy day with fun!
Thanks for always being there,
Right at the end of the driveway!

Although Mom might not like you, 
I always will!
Because once my spashing is done,
I get hot chocolate!
Wonderful Hot Chocolate!...

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