Frogs Poems - Poems about Frogs

A late March thundershower floats toward me Like a plucked flower Handed over on a walk to a lover With a smile Down this afternoon path That breezes past Spring-born ponds Erupting Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting In a wave of Gnawa music. The surface Puckers Diacritic raindrops Slowly Softly Each plop and their purple ripple Has not enough splash To generate an echo From the reedy shore. The storm not so...

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Trumpet-like lilies by the lake preen for the flamboyant flamingo, sifting through the murky waters, searching for algae and shrimp where crawdads click and clatter. While silvery fish glide stealthily leaving barely a ripple behind, a chorus of frogs’ croaks echo like the whining twang of a plucked banjo string. Dragonflies skim the water’s surface as their translucent wings shimmer like gems in the sunlight, dart about the...

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the moon shines above yet variant frogs make noise around the calm pond ...

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Written for the contest: Alliteration Nursery rhyme Sponsored by: Eve Roper Contest Judged: 11/6/2024 12:00:00 AM Placement: 1st For friends and folks of foolish forests' frogs! Darkness deals with your dusty dirty wares, Shadows shine, shimmering in sheering sears, Stars twinkle topmost on the tossing trees, To crisply cuddle the blistering breeze. Fearless forests friends forbid foolish spies, Listen long, lively laughter lifts...

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I hear and see frogs Chattering on wet bed rocks As I passes by....

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Buzzing bees pollen covered bee flits from flower to flower nature's matchmaker Camping frogs croaking in base crickets chirping in tenor camp with nature's band Midnight swim reflecting moonlight lunar cool lake shadows dance dappling your sweet face ...

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Haiku: Frogs Frogs leap from a pond, Wet skins glisten in sunlight. Freedom in motion. ...

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Versatile, happy faerie frog ponders his day As he sits on his lily pad in the middle of the bay Cattails are giving themselves a gentle sway As they are gently moved by winds from far away What a gorgeous day faerie frog says, happy Tuesday! His attitude is so good, everyone invites him to play He dives into the water...

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She had to stretch on tiptoes to kiss Prince Frog He stood still, but his polka dots were quivering He liked attention from sweet young girls She thought it was an innocent kiss, and so did we Not knowing at the time about the mean ways of some frogs lecherous frogs with sad malicious selfish nasty ways In some ways I...

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the fish are jumping the big green frogs are croaking the shade trees beckon ...

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Distinguished cobra with a top hat and tux You are such a gentleman to all these ducks They are being called, there is a big influx Because they love what you do, these happy ducks. Why do you like these quackers so? Because they follow you to and fro? Or because they bring the frogs from way below I hear that you...

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The little yellow frogs are pumping their thighs creating synchronous ripples over the lily pond, it's a musical moment but a silent one. A Blue Jay cackles-out, its scolding rattle slaps my ears. The frogs for a short while croak back, then return to their silent work-out, water music resumes....

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In a teacup's embrace, a tale we shall unfold, Of two colorful frogs, with stories to behold. One painted blue, the other a purple hue, Their minds intertwined, in a world askew. The blue frog whispered, "We're tea thieves, you see! Stealing each drop, a wild heist to set free!" His thoughts danced swiftly, like ripples in a pond, Believing the teacup...

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Frog lifts up butterfly She is higher than she has ever been When attached to someone Not as high as she flies of course. She is stuck to his sticky tongue. Wondering what he plans next. Are those flowers for her funeral?...

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Lovely regal frogs from New Jersey are all that Their swollen freckles puffed up big and fat. Elaborate crowns are golden with emerald splat. On lily pad thrones, they reside, true floating mats. In the calm pond waters, they live away from big cats. King and queen of the bayou, at Tornado Flats....

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