Ditties Poems | Examples

Under the Weather

Feel better soon dear Bluebird
Someone loves you much
The troubadour that's in me
Is writing such and such
In little ditties, longer lines
Some that take a page
But all express my heart in words
And once you're on the stage
I stand behind and in the back
Your beauty in full view
I like to think the painting
By Klimt is me and you

Charles John Huffam Dickens

Charles John Huffam Dickens
wrote many novels where the plot thickened
but one of his best ditties
was A Tale of two Cities

Kasemus Plays the Hits

Casey Kasemus played the hits,
Renaissance songs so pretty. 
It was as good as was it gets,
a countdown of dulcet ditties.

Daily Daft Ditties 3 - Slug Meditations

Once, shell-less snails filled me with terror.
That childish outlook was my error.
Now, I laugh it off with a shrug.
It's just another slug.

***

If rock-paper-scissors was a game,
played with creatures whose only aim
was to eat,

when confronted by a duck, new to town,
any slug with pluck, would soon go down
in defeat.

Moonstone Melodies

Let me conjure some mystical moonstone melodies
A symphony of sapphire strains and ruby rhapsodies
A harmony of hessonite hymns and pearlescent praises
A litany of lapis lazuli lullabies and limestone lyrics
Amethyst anthems join in chorus with beryl ballads
Carbuncle canticles rise up along with diamond ditties
An emerald euphony of jasper jingles and obsidian operas
A magical mix of turquoise tunes and aquamarine arias
A playlist of peridot poetry and rainbow-garnet rhymes
A musical medley that mesmerizes with its magnificent sparkle
A gleaming, glittering gem of a song
Moonstone melodies that meet a Maestoso finale

he is so rotound and rubenesque

Shawn was full of blarney most of his youthful days
with his full face, his emerald eyes and his ginger hair
He sang Irish ditties in knee slapping ways
When he had too much beer at the Dublin fair

He is so rotund, so Rubenesque, so big, some said.
Santa Claus is too, said his wife, her head totally red.
She liked everything about her chubby happy man.
Loved him completely, as only a second wife can.

Living Art

Feel better soon dear Bluebird
Someone loves you much
The troubadour that's in me
Is writing such and such
In little ditties, longer lines
Some that take a page
But all express my heart in words
And once you're on the stage
I stand behind and in the back
Your beauty in full view
I like to think that painting
By Klimt is me and you

Madame G

Old maid of the court was treated like a clown
I should get paid for it, she said up and down.
If I were you a lady said, a minstrel I would be
So she became a minstrel at the age of forty-three

She played songs and ditties that were sassy and fun
The best fool in our kingdom said the King, number one.
She got permission to go to other kingdoms too.
Singing, juggling, and doing acrobats until she was blue.

Pretty soon the whole world knew her fame.
Godmerva was her given Christian name.
But she went by Madame G as she traveled about.
Until she could not longer travel because of the gout.

Am In Love With the Wind

In the realm of dreams and gaiety
A rose blooms in my heart, glamour strikes with vivacity 
My stretched hand reaches to fondly pet the palm 
But like wind, the goddess ghostly evanesces with a calm 
Dotingly I endeavor to serenade the enchantress. 
 
Off the warbling lute the soft ditties sing 
From the changing tune, the pitch to the ears sting 
Yet with a sparkling giggle your spook infatuate 
With fortitude, realms I’ll cross to graduate 
The school of endurance you command with shrewdness 
 
With agility I fly, but you’re too fast to reach 
Roaring water crushes at the beach 
Sand so calm I hanker to hold 
The setting shining sun glares, with a frail I behold 
Because am in love with the wind 
 
Slacken my love! Off my feet you sweep with desire 
My heart you take; sturdily I admire 
Like a magnet, your enigma besots with charm 
And the goal to get I’ll praise with a psalm 
For I loathe to crush on the wind 
 
The world will mock, but the love will shush the chatter
A future so bright they’ll hail the latter 
And applaud our allure’s perpetuity 
With fantasy our posterity shall sing of a deity 
For all is possible, even love with the wind!

Frequencies of Comfort

Allow me to be an instrument
Harmonizing notes of hope
Seeping to the deepest areas of sorrow
An air of unforeseen humility
Sending frequencies of empathy

A vibrational wind of faith
To those who suffer
May the music bring an instrumental joy
Broadcasting melodies of compassion
Tangled within the atmosphere

Exerting tunes that soothes all pain
Let me be an instrument
For the one’s with a heavy heart
May they hear the little ditties of love

Transmitting silent chords erasing worries
As passionate themes suppress the agony

And even if only for a brief moment suffering -paused
Followed by only peaceful sounds of comfort

Out My Window

The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood,
while lofty redwoods reach upward.
Their branches stir and squeak
blowing and flowing with benign breezes.
Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace
resting upon the vintage needles to sleep.
Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs,
rustling Wrens clacker their chorus
of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes
reminding the sparky squirrels to store their gathering stash soon.
Monarch butterflies flutter by still churning the fading fall flowers
finding sparse samples of sweetness
as the sun-striped honeybees slickened tongues suck their last nectar.
Other creatures - the tireless tree rats, dusty molting bunnies, dirty nosed moles, light-footed foxes, and mama mountain lion with cubs
express their mortal duties for the coming cold.

As I wander through this pantascopic menagerie
encompassed in its completeness, each path I take deepens to its source.
For I journey with my true self, inspired and consummated
in this imperfect perfection, bringing me home once again.

Celtic Irish Witch

Irish Witch rode her Celtic self into the fray
Singing Irish ditties that made other’s hair turn gray
Confidence on high, she showed them all up for sure
Dublin’s most notorious witch was full of nature pure.

How do you know it is she? Asked a leprechaun.
Paddy thumped his head and asked “what planet are you on?
Her face is the map of Ireland; look at her freckles and ginger hair.
Don’t ever ask again if you want to live your old age fair.”

Happiest Banana Split

I had never met a happier ice cream banana split.
She sang to me songs that would make you twirl a bit.
Love songs and ditties that spilled over her glass bowl.
She was an ice cream with feelings, a banana split with a soul.

I hate to devour you, I told her as I tried to masticate.
That is fine! She told me, my strawberry syrup is great!
She sang all the way down my esophagus and truly tickled me.
I love being a part of you, she sang out. I kind of miss her glee.

Lovely Christmas has Come

The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air

Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colorfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon

He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness 

The whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way 
Jesus came down from Heaven on Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease 

Merry ditties echo from every street
Children sing Christmas carols sweet 
From angelic band, rises the lovely refrain
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to men"
Behold the radiant face in stillness of the night
Of the babe born to illumine the world in light

Nov.20. 2022

A Pair of Captivating Eyes

Was it in a dream when I first saw her,
Or was it in the crowded street afar,
Or was it on the beach by the setting sun,
That she, my heart had won?
All I saw then was a pair of eyes
Beautifully set on a wan face
As twinkling stars in the night sky
Or gems on the moon’s diadem high

They seemed to converse without end 
In a lingua of love with passions blend
It was a captivating moment divine
I thought the whole world was mine

Those eyes had turned me blind
That all other pursuits I left behind
As her eyelids quickly fluttered
Within me rosy dreams cluttered
Hopes colorful crimsoned my sky
On featherless wings I flew high

In my thoughts for long I chased her
Though chance was nil of possessing her 
Yet I hoped one day she would abruptly spring
And merry ditties we would together sing

Flowers blossomed and wilted
Snowflakes hardened and melted
Time made its hasty run
Spring, summer, autumn and winter in turn
Still I wait, looking in vain
Never allowing my hopes to wane
Devilment devastates devoted devotees,
But devout devotees devour deities.

October.20.2022

Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward

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