Best Toadstool Poems
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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat
Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring,
blinking a wink at the moon
Tulips with tambourines gather around,
spider web chandeliers glow
Shade tree sonatas, a wonderful sound,
echoing up from below
Pine cone recitals and blueberry sighs,
star dust ovations in rhyme
Choruses sung beneath velveteen skies,
harmonic three quarter time
Orchestral canopies glisten above,
melodic rainbows the view
Performing songs written solely of love,
played on this evening for you
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I reposted this one because.....I really liked this one. : )
Categories:
toadstool, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
Laughing, dancing, having the time of her life,
Faerie Fun went from mushroom house to toadstool cottage,
Spreading joy,
Playing with everyone
In a kind and pleasant way.
There was going to be no sadness
In Faerie Forest today if she could help it.
It is up to me, she said.
I am the catalyst for happiness today.
She ate breakfast with the Nymph family,
And they laughed about silly stuff,
But no people.
She watched Lila Leprechaun’s Lilliput dance,
And she clapped and clapped while
Mama Leprechaun took care of the
Unhappy baby. Baby calm. All is well.
Faerie Fun was soon skipping
Up the walk to the most challenging
House of all.
Change your attitude! She warned herself.
Change your attitude!
Her jaw was clamped tightly shut now, and she
Was already filled with dread.
Pixie Dust! Her internal voice yelled. NOW!
The sparkly particles surrounded her, and settled down all over her, calming her instantly, and
Changing her attitude from not-so-great to wonderful.
Before she left Grump-Eater’s house, he gave her a long, lingering hug. No one gets me like you, he said.
Progress at last.
Sometimes it is simply a matter of us changing our attitude.
Categories:
toadstool, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Springtime on the ranch is just round the bend
You’ll get your nose cleared, we have cows and pigs
The thaw brings forth chores, that smell and offend
Rubber boots and gloves are now our new digs
As the snow melts, we are left with a moat
Springtime is here with its bag full of tricks
It’s sour and slick, so just clear your throat
The thistles now grow so watch out for pricks
The air never smells like sugar and spice
Out in the birch, there grows fly agaric
It deters the skunk, encrusted with lice
This mushroom will make, all feel lethargic
A blend of toadstool and garlic I’m told
Will stop puffy butt from reaching our fold
Categories:
toadstool, humor,
Form:
Sonnet
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With a moonbeam in her smile,
she illumined every flower,
while she wandered down the path,
neath an ever-changing sky
With a chuckle and a grin,
peeked behind the twisted maple,
where the dragonflies would hide,
if a stranger passes by
On this quiet summer eve,
as the crickets started chirping,
with a pinecone as a necklace,
she was dressed up for the show
As she took her favorite seat,
near a toadstool who was sleeping
and a tree frog she called Larry,
on her shoelace down below
When she heard the singer sing,
as the evergreens were swaying,
in a soft melodic fashion,
while the cello played in time
There were songbirds in the trees,
where they added happy whistles
near some squirrels who would listen,
just to see if it did rhyme
When along a spider came,
(no, it's not some different story)
with a top hat on his head,
said he'd really like to dance
They all watched as he performed,
with his eight legs quickly moving,
then applauded when he stopped,
this might be his only chance
Next, a butterfly ballet,
so demure, their wings a' flutter,
in a silken pirouette,
so enchanting was the sight
They received a roaring cheer,
loud as thunder in the heavens,
as they took a tiny bow,
then they ran off to the right
Where beyond the forest edge,
came the morning sun arising,
purple, pink and tangerine,
were the colors she did spy
So, she rubbed her weary eyes,
gave a little hug to Larry,
made her way back down the path,
as she waved to all good bye
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Categories:
toadstool, night,
Form:
Rhyme
A fright filled night is Halloween
Monsters and goblins make me scream
Scary costumes, some too extreme
An evil scheme An evil scheme
Red splattered shirt from fake blood stains
No! These drops spilled from human veins
Vampire fangs caused the victim's pains
His warm blood drains His warm blood drains
Night prowlers will lead you astray
With candy treats they tempt their prey
If you see them best run away
From haunting fey From haunting fey
Witches are spiteful and cruel
Casting spells with newt and toadstool
Halloween crones who spit and drool
Beware the ghoul! Beware the ghoul!
Categories:
toadstool, halloween, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat
Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love
Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap
A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home
Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark of embers dying
Flame of color extinguished
Except for her lips
Pressed into his memory book
Soft, blush, frolic
Of a burgeoning wish
Small leaf adrift on tranquil waters
Occupier eyes the couple with jealousy
A miniature copy, this sister a faerie
Speckled toadstool over her head
She conjures a rainstorm
To get goody two shoes wet
But she slips into his arms
He asks
Rainstorm pulls the lovers along
To make a permanent hitch
A flying leaf, a faerie aboard
Stomps her teeny tiny feet
Wipes away her tears
Gives in, wishes well
For their happily ever after
11/18/2020
Categories:
toadstool, autumn, fairy, love,
Form:
Narrative
EASTER DINNER
they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair
the sunrise was unsympathetic
like the cross, but the service
was cozy for Easter Sunday.
remember how it was raining yesterday?
they liked the one behind me
with framed women and palms
i’d have to look over my shoulder
see the eyes of the beholders
steadily for twelve hours plus
prepping the whole affair
can you smell the onions and peppers
the beginnings of love
they liked the one behind me
with the blue and pink sky,
red roses fanned out, ferns,
and modern art on display
stirred the flour, salt,
nearly a dozen eggs
and water, still needed
more water
they liked the one behind me
with the great picture window,
the surf and sail, red and white
striped shell, a book, and
a cocktail with straw
chicken - legs and breast
red and white wine
no deviled eggs - tossed
toadstool radishes
they liked the painting
it drew them in
i liked that they liked it
wonder if they saw
the red parakeet?
even the beach chairs are red
did they spy all the red things
obviously I’ve counted
most everything
that is behind my back
and in front of me
4/9/2023
Categories:
toadstool, art, easter, food,
Form:
Ekphrasis
The war is ever-nearer to the boarders of this land
Seeping forward through the woods
Releasing acrid echoes of doom ahead on energetic tongues of stowaways
Lucky to survive their ordeal
Here they are welcomed, and in this cozy tavern
Their woes are hidden in the shadows while they warm their feet by the fire, regaling their heroic tales of escape;
growing ever grander with the generous plying of ‘the innkeeper’s secret’ special brew
‘It’s a secret,’ he tells me, as I take a sip;
Warm amber fills my mouth, washing my throat with a sense of sweet spicy sunshine..
Suddenly I know, how despite being closest to the edge of conflict, this tavern will be Sanctuary …
Spying the patrons and the ever arriving newcomers from my shaded alcove seat;
Spotting frantic newcomers; a beacon of fear in a sea of jovial patrons slurring songs of old, arm in arm with one another
It’s not hard to see that this tavern if filled with patrons from both sides…
But it seems that the only person seeing this…is me
‘How do you do it?’ I ask under my breath, reluctant to destroy this mirage of comfort before me.
‘It’s a secret,’ he smiles, melting into the crowd.
I try to follow, but my legs are soo heavy, anchoring my flying torso to my seat, my will fighting my body to stay in the now,
´HOW!’ I shout out, a cry of desperation …
He turns back, only once, with a cheeky smile and a wink for good measure … then he is gone … like he never was
I wake to the sound of twittering birds in a cove of dappled sunshine, before me a meadow where once stood a cozy tavern…
All that remains; a tangled arch of wisteria and jasmine …
And the eerie susurrations of songs of old,
Inviting all in … to the toadstool ring.
Categories:
toadstool, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I am a little elf
Tinier than a mouse
I live in a bluebell forest
In a mushroom house
I don’t have a lot of money
If I did that would be cool
I could upgrade my living quarters
Into a top of the range toadstool
Living in a mushroom house
Has its down side you see
Pesky giants keep coming along
And take it for their tea
If I could afford a poisonous toadstool
Giants would never come near
And I could live out my days
In peace without any fear
No, giants and I don’t mix
I wish they’d stay clear from my zone
We would get along much better
If they didn’t eat me out of house and home
It seems it’s only me that they pick on
I really don’t know why
If they stopped eating, got to know me well
They’d see I was quite a ‘fungi’
Categories:
toadstool, fantasy, kids, funny, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Categories:
toadstool, art, moon,
Form:
Ekphrasis
The Greenwood - Villanelle
Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade,
Beneath the hornbeam and the spreading oak
Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade
From the Elven harps magic chords cascade.
Harebells ring at exactly midnight’s stroke
Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade.
Fairy wings flicker as each note is played,
Ancient Songs the gossamer strings evoke.
Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade,
Pixies in green cloaks from toadstool skins made
Dwell with happy and content forest folk,
Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade.
Rows of acorn shell drinking cups displayed,
Tree Sprites supping dew-drop wine laugh and joke
Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade.
In light breezes, scents of wild herbs pervade,
Fires emitting chestnut scented smoke
Under the ancient greenwood’s leafy shade
Where moonglow shines into the sylvan glade
01/20/2019
Categories:
toadstool, celebration, dance, fairy, fantasy,
Form:
Villanelle
Tir Na Nog
I'd like to go to Tir Na Nog
And live amongst the fae
To sit atop a toadstool house
And watch them as they play
I'd like to go to Tir Na Nog
And live in forest green
To lay amongst the lush green grass
And laze away and dream
I'd like to go to Tir Na Nog
And far from humans be
To live in peace and harmony
And bathe in sunlights rays
I'd like to go to Tir Na Nog
And escape the outside world
To live with beauty all around
And leave the world behind
I'd like to go to Tir Na Nog
No place I'd rather be
Just woodlands creatures and the fae
Where happy I could be
Categories:
toadstool, fairy,
Form:
Rhyme
I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew
A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment
This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing
My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet
Categories:
toadstool, music, mystery, me,
Form:
Ballad
When the sunshine burns off the morning dew
And the flowers unfold and smile
Then we gnomes will be ready to do what we must do
We'll prepare for the party with style
We'll get out our scythes and trim a patch of lawn
Haul out our toadstool chairs and bunting
We've been ironing the table covers since the break of dawn
We find it far more fun than fishing and than hunting
The food will be delightful, as we've made a special stew
With peaches, garlic mushrooms and mint sauce
The drink will be amazing, as it's quite a special brew
Made with just the same ingredients, of course
We've party games a-plenty, yes we've thought of everything
There's a four-leaved clover in amongst the shamrocks
We'll need some luck as the tables like to wander off and sing
But we’ll supervise while dozing on our hammocks
We've invited all the fairies and the pixies and the elves
You're welcome too - to miss it would be tragic
And though the goblins are not coming - they will entertain themselves
They have lent to us their iPod and some magic
Written 23rd June 2016 for this contest... http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/little_people_8034
Categories:
toadstool, garden, magic,
Form:
Light Verse
A FAIRY TALE
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It is time to tell my fairy tale,
I swear I’ve not been on the ale.
Lend me your ears, hear me out,
a fairy left me a rose, I shout!
On a toadstool, yes go and see.
She also left a note for me.
The note, sorry, I can not read.
My friend, a Leprechaun, indeed.
Lent me his eyes, and his voice,
had to give them back, no choice.
His voice, to squeaky, eyes too small!
He took them back, and read it all.
All listened to that recitation.
The fairies had no hesitation.
In asking me to make it known
many spells of peace they’ve sown!
All humanity received their gift,
to dismiss war, give peace a lift.
When they think we have succeeded;
my fairy friends will help if needed.
Should they find that we did fail?
You’ll not forget this fairy tale!
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24th July 2017
Entered n the 'Your best poem in the last year' Poetry Contest, sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
toadstool, fairy, humorous,
Form:
Lay