Best Wee Poems
oh come, my dear little wee one
what a long, full day you've had
this is the last that you'll see sun
but please, now, don't you be sad
the sun, just like you, can be shy
though it may never seem in a rush
it will soon give a kiss to the sky
to say its good night with a blush
~
my dear little wee one
do not make a peep
blow a kiss to the sun
as you both welcome sleep
the moon and the stars
will dance with the morn
to spindle dreams, sweet
'til a new day is born
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
it's time to make ready for bed
the blush of the heavens has begun
just like you, its cheeks turn to red
the sun works so hard in the daytime
so it just needs to rest for a while
all day it shines bright in your playtime
but is there every morning to smile
~
my dear little wee one
don't whisper a sound
blow a kiss to the sun
you're both slumber-bound
the moon and the stars
will dance 'til you wake
to spin your dreams, sweet
to the morrow's daybreak
~
oh come, my dear little wee one
as the stars wink pink high above
find your noggin a sky's cloudy pillow
bundled warm in my blanket of love ...
~
my dear little wee one
do not parlay your cry
blow a kiss to the sun
as the eve draws nigh
the moon and the stars
will dance thru the night
to spin your dream, sweet
'til a dawning day's light ...
and remember - I love you ...
with all ... my ... might.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Nursery Rhyme 5" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
wee, child, children, father daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours;
the only light flashes dim
from a distant lamppost.
My mind’s contrarily still charged
with words, chores, lists, sacred places,
mountainous memories,
and then a thought that hasn't visited in awhile…of you.
You, a caricature of your best self,
a demon of strangled hearts,
a name chiseled into a monument of stone like expressions –
of numb feelings where tears no longer flow.
Love carried you through life…a family
bestowed a stave for your symphony,
undeserved yet wanted.
Have another drink…hide in your dank basement
drive aimlessly through town through lives through dreams
with your empty bottles sliding on the floorboard.
You became the monster of nightmares.
How did that happen? Why?
Did it lie dormant in hidden spaces?
Bottles shatter into a million pieces…they tear at souls.
Go ahead make a joke, tell a story of long ago,
sing a song with rich baritone notes…
I loved you once when pigtails brushed across my shoulders,
when you pushed me on a swing, when I was innocent…maybe
a part of me still loves who you were back then…the forgiving part of me.
Maybe if I knew all…the harrowing truth, the covered-up lies,
the sinister side, my forgiveness would be withheld.
No…some things are better left unknown.
Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours.
Years go by, and I think of you less…you, a man of good and evil,
you, who sang in the choir…every Sunday…
pretending.
I close my eyes with a conscious attempt
to find peace in forgiveness –
then comes thick darkness
as the flickering lamppost dies.
*a work of fiction
Categories:
wee, abuse, addiction, angst, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Charmaine is the sweetest young lady
But her wee one's been driving her crazy
She can't keep up
It's overflowing her cup
She's really not getting a lot of sleep lately
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wee, love,
Form:
Limerick
My unfortunate uncle named Rick
Was endowed with a very small wick
But he was still quite able
To impregnate aunt Mable
Who gave birth to a son they called Dick
2nd April 2017
Categories:
wee, baby, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
But Jan, is this a Limerick trick?
Your family, truly, has no Dick and no Rick ...
I could have sworn
Since I, too, had been born
my family had to have had one Mr. Dick!
(c)Deo.I could not bring myself to declare it as clearly last week. Now Good Friday gives way to naughty Saturday ... have at it. Shalom.Smile: Jesus is not a prude, but He does have standards (No adultery, for one. Have limericks though)
Categories:
wee, allusion, cheer up, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Hot apple pie Mom took so long to make
sat briefly on the shelf so temptingly!
Nobody thinks a sweet wee tot could take
hot apple pie Mom took so long to bake.
I’ve shut my mouth about my tummy ache.
One more vanished pie stays a mystery.
Hot apple pie Mom took so long to make
sat briefly on the shelf so temptingly!
For the "Alphabet Contest -Letter A" that I am not sure is going to be judged, but I wrote it a while back after I saw it posted, so will post it anyway! Are you out there, Freddie???
Categories:
wee, food,
Form:
Triolet
There is naught more important
This cold, rainy, winter day (to me)
Than to wrap up snugly by the window
And watch the world pass on it’s way
I’ve seen the grandest of canyons
Seen the grandeur of seaside beaches
Breathed mountain air, cold and rare
And have soared to the highest reaches
And now has come the time to sit and see
Creatures that live only arms length away
That live unknowing of the concept of tomorrow
But dwell fully in the moment …each day
Watch small birds fluff to twice their size
Watch Fox squirrels quarrel and chatter
Watch Nature undress before my eyes
Watch leaves dance…then tatter
Watch clouds play hide and seek with the Sun
Watch shadows shrink and grow
Watch snowflakes fall to merge into one
Watch the wind blow them to and fro
I live now where there is no Winter
Only a sad simulacrum of that season (I know)
But in my mind I sit by that window and…
See naught but Cardinals, squirrels, chickadees
Fat fluffy sparrows, Christmas lights in the distance
...And skeletal trees that wave welcome to me...
To which I reply with my glass held on high with
…A toast of warm Peach brandy…
28 lines
Categories:
wee, anniversary, appreciation, how i
Form:
Ode
Okay! Time to get off the weather kick
There's lots more to write about
Like how many jelly beans in a 2 quart jar
If you leave all the red ones out
Or why do pigs have such really flat snouts
A fart that did damage to an edifice
Or the last time someone went over the fall
Both are considered quite perilous
The biggest boob size on the planet Venus
We're talking about aliens here
Not the biggest chest size ever recorded
But a creature with really big ears
Has anyone noticed a decline in my brain power
Father Time has caused it to freeze
Normally I'm lucid and really coherent
But recently I've been talking to bees
Now that in itself is really not unusual
But I tried to tickle one's tummy
Got a nasty old sting on the tip of my hoohaw
Medication cost lots of money
Of course this is fantasy and all made up
Did you really think it was real
Oh oh I'm more than a wee bit concerned
That you'll think I'm a wee bit off keel
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wee, humorous, planet,
Form:
A green rose I send to thee
on the wings of a bird set free.
With it comes my deepest desires,
that burn in the midnight moon on radiant fires.
Your secret mole, hidden from the public eye
flashes in my memory, dancing on ambers as if suspended on wires.
My drunken leprechaun, you intoxicate me with your lies.
You only want to amuse yourself while I take a green wee.
by
Martin Braun
3/16/2020
Categories:
wee, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
We’d read nursery rhymes by the bedroom light
In a magic land once upon a night.
You were just so big, so the story goes,
With a picture book, eating cheerios.
You had your mother’s smile and eyes of daddy blue
When the wee small hours were larger than you.
We’d go soaring off for a midnight snack,
Fly around the house then we’d circle back,
Like two brave explorers in a big balloon,
Taming wild things beneath a winking moon,
And we were always searching for your other shoe
When the wee small hours were larger than you.
It’s a simple truth on a windy day
How the pages turn when you glance away;
Till before you know someone’s moving on
And the binding’s cracked and the cover’s gone,
But I can still remember when that book was new
And the wee small hours were larger than you.
Now I lose myself watching evening fall
Where the highway stands like a long, low wall,
Till I see myself in a rocking chair
With a little boy and his teddy bear,
As I recall the days before the birdie flew
When the wee small hours remind me of you.
Categories:
wee, allegory, child, childhood, dad,
Form:
Lyric
the pull of moon and stars my heart trills like a chime
i dream of rhyme and rhythm it happens all the time
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on June 1, 2018 for contest WHEN ONE LINE IS NOT ENOUGH sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
wee, heart, inspiration, moon, poetry,
Form:
Crystalline
I found myself
a good wee bottle
of 10 year old Irish whiskey
under my wee Irish down pillow
that must have been placed there
by the wee good leprechaun
tooth fairy
I could not bring myself
to hurt her wee feelings
so I opened it up
and drunk my wee Italian self
down to sleep
counting 40 pink plaid
wee Irish sheep
Categories:
wee, drink, fantasy, funny, good
Form:
Blank verse
I wish I was a wee Willy Wagtail.
I've always wanted a tail to wag,
and Willy, really struts his stuff, just so.
With a wiggle waggle
a parry, on garde, touché!
"Now that's a Tail!"
Willy Wagtail is willy-nilly, with attitude!
Flitting onto branch or wire
waggling his tail all about,
so bossy and belligerent.
"Hey what's your game?"
"Can anybody play?"
Categories:
wee, animal, bird, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Some girls are brassy, some girls are flashy
Some girls are even a wee bit trashy
They give you a tweak
A tug on your cheek
Actually prefer girls that show a bit of their ass-y
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
wee, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Well, Finn and Mc Gee
Were riding along
Headed back home
When something looked wrong
So, Finn off his horse
Now looked all around
He said, "We are lost
But, there's something we've found"
"Look at this massive
Whole in this plain
We'll never get home
This is insane"
"A canyon like this
What an unlucky find
We can't ride around it
We haven't the time"
"And we can't ride down through it
There isn't a way
If even there was
We'd be dead in a day"
So Mc Gee very calmly
with shovel in hand
Said "Well, we'd better get crackin'
And fill it with sand"
Categories:
wee, adventure, funny, history, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme