Best Pudgy Poems
"The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw."- Anais Nin
Soft is a tissue or a cotton ball.
Soft was my old teddy bear I recall.
Soft are some foods like oatmeal and rice.
But soft crème brûlée could be twice as nice.
Soft is the butter spread on soft bread,
and soft is the pillow where I lay my head.
Soft are those fabrics so nice on my skin
like the blue velvet gown I like to dress in.
Soft is chinchilla, chenille, and mink.
Soft are the wool clothes I hope not to shrink.
Soft is my favorite pair of silk panties
and soft are those pink and blue cotton candies.
Soft are the lotions smoothed onto my face
and blankets which on winter nights I embrace.
Soft on my tongue are flakes of new snow,
and soft are spring's breezes that most gently blow.
Soft are the petals of flowers so pretty.
Soft is the fur of my precious small kitty.
Soft is a baby's cute pudgy cheeks,
and soft are the words that a kind person speaks.
Soft are the feathers of a white dove.
Soft is the smile of the one that I love.
Soft is his hair and his dark eyes so sweet
and soft are his kisses whenever we meet.
Categories:
pudgy, remember,
Form:
List
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
Categories:
pudgy, beach, children, freedom, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
As a warm summer breeze
magically floats atop waves
a child's laugh can be heard
clearly a short distance away.
With eyes like almonds
glowing bright as a moon
a boy is dotted with sand
when he hears a song from a loon.
Amongst pebbles and shells
thin strands of cattail weeds
he dips a toe in the ocean
squealing out with sheer glee.
He is joyful and innocent
hair a mop of golden curls
his shirt stained in patterns
of sand and water swirls.
As waves begin swelling
while the sun slowly dims
the boy with no sight
sports the most beautiful grin.
His daddy gently messes
hair a mop of golden curls
the boy reaches pudgy fingers
his daddy tenderly unfurls.
As the boy and his daddy
walk happily in the sand
the boy feels his strength
in his loving daddy's hand.
reworked 08-09-2016
Categories:
pudgy, beach, beauty, childhood, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
A magic mirror told the queen that Snow White was the fairest in the land!
This put Her Majesty in a terrible snit and to the woods she had her banned!
She hired a hit man to have Snow White slain but he'd have none of that!
He let her go and she trudged along a path and came upon this run-down flat.
She rapped upon the door and hearing no answer stealthily crept inside.
Snow White had never seen such clutter - such a mess she could not abide!
She grabbed a broom, mop and pail and began to swab and dust and sweep.
Weary from her labors she climbed the stairs, found a bed and fell asleep!
The unlikely denizens of the little shack worked in the local diamond mine.
'Twas a 'Grimm' looking lot wending their way home through towering pine.
Dopey the younger, Doc the intellectual, Bashful, he with the coy pose,
Drousy Sleepy, crabby Grumpy, pudgy Happy and Sneezy with finger to his nose!
The little munchkins arrived home to find this beautiful creature in their bed!
She awoke rubbing sleep from her eyes, stared in disbelief and nearly fled!
Eventually, Snow White became a mother figure to that chaotic, motley crew!
She tucked them in bed, cooked their grub and settled beefs when fisticuffs flew!
Each morn the dorks shouldered tools heading for the pit to earn their dough,
Singing a quaint song they made famous, "Hi ho! Hi ho! Its off to work we go!"
Mister Disney made this classic film in 1937 when I was but a mere child!
Even today in my dotage, watching it with my grandkids, I'm still beguiled!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for First Place in Linda Marie's "Disney" Contest - August 2011
Categories:
pudgy, funnyhome, snow, home, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
My hands look worn, marked by the passing of time,
Of sunlight, cold, heat and work.
They have baked, cooked, gardened and harvested,
They have held the hands of devastated people sitting in front of a casket,’
They have soothed fevered brows, wrapped gifts with a smile on my face.
They have held many pudgy little hands of toddlers learning to walk,
And now hold the hand of my older, stumbling friend.
They are covered with sunspots, but they are happy spots.
A legacy of many bright hours spend in my flourishing garden,
Of romantic walks, of picnics with friends, of games played with children,
And of time spend alone, out in nature, replenishing myself.
My hands, adorned with rings, showing my commitment to my Love,
Carrying my birthstone ring, a present of my Sweetheart,
And in rememberence of my Mom, her favorite ring.
My hands are a mirror of my life.
Categories:
pudgy, life, time, work
Form:
Free verse
His slender serpentine neck, silently sliced through the surface tension,
sending ripples stirring in the calm waters of Loch Ness,
He was jittery; leery of being seen.
But, a pudgy-faced moon spun its light into a ribbon
of golden filigree that shimmered,
and danced across the waves.
Its beauty was such that he just had to see it for himself.
The air tickled his nose,
sending small puffs of mist into the air with each snort,
and it made him look like a dragon, belching smoke.
He knew he couldn't stay more than a few moments,
before he had to submerge to breathe through his gills; or choke.
But it is all worth it,
to see the stars sparkling like jewels in a sky of ebony.
His limpid eyes drank in the beauty of the night,
in his world of inky blacks and murky grays
his species evolved exceptional eyesight.
His head breaching the surface of the water, entered an alien world,
where magic exists.
He hears a commotion along the shore; people point in his direction,
and he knows he needs to disappear.
But, it's so beautiful above the water,
that Nessie dreads going back to the depths from whence he came.
(Free Verse)
03/30/2017
Categories:
pudgy, beauty, fantasy, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.
For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she blossomed into beauty,
They grew more hateful, mean, and cruel.
Each night they dined on fine cuisine and wore lace dresses with silk sashes,
While she wore rags begrimed with ashes,
And got just crusts of bread and gruel.
Then one day a herald from the king demanded entry
To the homes of landed gentry,
They were invited one and all.
It was the prince's eighteenth birthday, and the king and queen were harried
Because their son was not yet married.
Ergo, the reason for the ball.
The stepsisters primped and preened and wild excitement they exuded,
When Cindy asked to be included, they gaped at her as if appalled.
Stepmother sneered, "Look here, I'll show you!"
With self-righteous indignation,
"Your name's not on the invitation.
Just we elite are so installed."
So Cinderella went downstairs to seek some solace in the kitchen,
But 'stead of sittin' there and b****in', she started dancing with a broom.
She whirled and twirled around the floor,
Or else she'd stand there, gently swaying,
As if an orchestra was playing
Pretending they were bride and groom.
And then a flash, a crash of thunder, and to Cindy's stunned amazement,
There gliding through the kitchen casement,
A pudgy lady dressed in blue.
She said, "Hello, my dear, no fear, I'm here to grant your secret wishes,
I'll wave my wand and clear the dishes,
And make a princess out of you!"
She waved and tapped and flicked and zapped,
And what she seemed to make the air do
Was give her make-up, nails, and hair-do,
And then to make the look complete,
Out of those rags so soiled and worn and far too torn to drown a cat in,
A gown of gossamer and satin, and crystal slippers on her feet.
Without this timely intervention, Cindy's tale might have been tragic.
Could she have managed without magic,
And her dilemma be resolved?
But everybody knows what happened with a gourd and six white mice,
And how a smudgy scullery maid was made to clean up really nice,
When a fairy got involved.
To be continued...
Categories:
pudgy, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Trumps Wall
He boasts
Walls he shall build
With his generals
More weapons for the King of the Hill
Sowing hate and creating
Fascist dreams
He divides and demeans all those
Who share not his vile power dreams
I have news and its foxy news too
He can have his walls, and his shiny shoes
Hate and fear will never triumph
Trumps wall will stumble and fall
There is a secret army
Hidden under his little hands and pudgy nose
This army will defeat any wall
No matter how big, and no matter how tall
These little soldiers come from here and there
They shall stand up, were sometimes adults stall
They shall make the wall
Something Trump hadn’t thought of at all
A place to rally, a place to dance
They shall write their messages with
Love and smiles, inked with paint
They shall embrace the world
Walls and all! No giant can stop them all
Notes: He (Trump) sounds a lot like a cave man I know. Ha ha
There is no such thing as racism; we are all ONE race the human race. Racism is simply hate guised under another name.
This poem is dedicated to Kids United and specifically to the song
“On Ecrit Sur Les Murs” which means “ we write on the walls “ Even if you don’t speak French or cant read at all for that matter, the video carries the message. On a completely separate note I found a spelling error in the New York Times. Oh my! LOL
I encourage all to listen to more of their songs.
Categories:
pudgy, art, children, french, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Elastic stretches bit by bit, around your thick dimension
Lets you wiggle, if you're pudgy, from too much fudge retention
A second portion...now, you're ecstatic....Alas, you've licked the kettle!
Should I tattle or meddle much, or call for intervention?
Thus, your middle may need attention, is it a time for fudge redemption?
I hope you won't judge my good intentions, or hold a grudge.... OOPS!
Caught by chance, I wear stretch pants!! Your fudge tastes quite fantastic!!
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9/24/13 For Andrea's "Seven" Contest
Categories:
pudgy, funny,
Form:
Acrostic
The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.
It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.
It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.
It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.
It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier.
It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.
It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...
The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!
Categories:
pudgy, beach, child, fish, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Alert bright sienna eyes,
Olphactory senses exacting,
Eager on the ready, loyal by my side,
On a chase with an elusive field mouse,
Pudgy belly, voracious appetite
Precious friend, precious companion.
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Categories:
pudgy, animals
Form:
Narrative
Hello my poetry soup family
I'm back from a much needed internet fast
I pray all of you are doing well and are in good health
Hopefully laughing at least once a day
Although cracking up is better
let's make that our goal.
Cracking up at least once a day
Not a snicker
Not a giggle
Not a smirk
Uncontrollable laughter
The kind that echo and travel down the black top
Split at the corner of the block and go in both directions
The kind of laughter that happens 9 times in a row
Until it's out of your system
But you have to grab your pudgy midsection
Because its in pain after you're done
I'm laughing and smiling in Philly (215)
Hopefully it's contagious
And you catch that instead of COVID
Categories:
pudgy, joy, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
They met on line, late one night...
Just looking around on a dating site...
Neither of them knew what to expect...
And within a month they started to text...
The Wi-Fi signal was not one of the best...
So their communication was put to the test.
He asked if she liked to cook...
She thought he said she was a schnook...
Really she asked, how rude is that ?
He thought she said she was an aristocrat...
She thought he was rude...
He thought she was a prude...
But each had a deep curiousity...
So they decided to exchange photos for both to see...
They both liked what they saw..
As each looked like a movie star...
But they each questioned...could this be true ?
Or is this possibly a snafu ?
They decided to meet and make it soon...
Perhaps on Friday in the afternoon ...
At a Coffee shop on Baker’s Street...
See you there and be sure to order something sweet...
She got there early, and was sitting at the corner table...
When a short pudgy man, wearing “bling” and an exposed pierced navel...
Approached and asked, “waiting for someone ?”...
No said she, NOT me and ran to her car...
Driving away as fast as she was able...
It was then a man arrived, and sat down at the corner table...
He looked a lot like Clark Gable...
Categories:
pudgy, computer, discrimination, humor, internet,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Baby, when you’re grown
cradling your own darling babe.
Remember your days
of sweet raspberry kisses,
rhymes and twinkling lullabies.
I will remember
the sweet sound of your babble
through bubbling laughter,
your pudgy, little fingers
and wide-eyed wonder, always.
for Andrea Dietrich's SWEET or SALTY? Contest,
10/17/13
Categories:
pudgy, baby, childhood, memory, mother,
Form:
Tanka
I sit in an open room
watching young girls come in and out
the clipboard in my lap
she calls my name and i stand
with slightly pudgy belly
scared
knowing there's a life already within
she know's i'm scared, but leads me to the hallway bathroom
handing me a cup for my sample
so i do what i am told
waiting in the exam room
i am shaking when she reads the pregnancy test
two single lines form
i am pregnant
i cry for a minute
out of shame
maybe relief,
because now i know i'm not alone
then i look at her puzzled
I have no family, no relatives
i've moved away so many times
running from my past
she hugs me, tells me everything will be fine
I smile and believe her
cause i have no one else to trust
eight months later she is by my side at the hospital
she smiles and says "everything will be fine"
I cry because i know someone out there cares!
*There is always someone out there that will help a teen in need.
Women's center's are only a phone call away.
mom, i'm pregnant contest
karen croft
Categories:
pudgy, caregivingme, cry, me,
Form:
Free verse