Best Tree Frog Poems

a lime green tree frog
   clings tightly to a bare branch --
      butterfly kisses...

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A small Native tree frog that is found in the fields of Puerto Rico.
Its color is Brown.  They are called Coqui by the onomatopoeia
sound...

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Hot, dry summer's day
Finally comes to an end
All the tree frogs come to play
Signaling a storm_my friend
The child screams out the window
Shut-up frog in the...

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calamondin eyes
hypnotise encroaching prey
sucker pads advance...

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Dawn's rays burst through gray clouds
Though evening's bitterness lingers
She struggles to shake free of tear-stained, satin shrouds

Each morning, so much effort just to rise
But lips...

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Yellow crops of sandstone,
Jagged mountain peak,
Red display of waratahs,
A meandering bush creek.

White display of flannel flowers,
Bottlebrush with orange cones,
Beautiful fronds of tree ferns,
Blue gums with...

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Dragon saw a Spiderman costume at the local department store.
We were there for Dragon Food- You know- little charcoal briquettes.
How else could he keep his...

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I once had a gray cat that could clog
and was better than any old dog.
His feet work was fast
but stardom didn’t last
when he fell for...

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I have been one acquainted with sunrise,
I have bathed in first light – then back in shadow,
I have felt tentative warm on closed eyes.

I have...

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I was cleaning my garden bed one day
when a lovely bright green cricket had 
a word or two to me, to say.

At first my eyes...

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Purple twilight darkens the day.
A green tree frog jumps embracing
an ashen bark. His eyes open
to silence, as it stares within
inches of a small flickering,
iridescent lightning...

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Aibohphobia
Fear facing this penning
Then when I started
I found what was this preventing

A car, a man, a maraca
When he played the maraca while driving
My attention became...

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Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day 
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.

If it happens to...

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a place of my youth
the old bridge stands there still
time flowing like a river



The old man stops to rest. Peering into murky water he sees...

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Look Memaw!

I went outside when my grandson called me.
Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking.
I glanced all around, left and right, searching.
Then, I heard...

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