Newt Poems

List of New Poems

PM	Poem Title	Poet	Form	Categories
	PADDY GOT IN A PADDY ON ST PATRICK'S DAY	JAN ALLISON	Limerick	newt, drink, ireland,
	A Shower of Sediment	Oliver Furlong	Prose Poetry	newt, blessing, imagination, nature, poetry,
	Jeremys Girls	Terry Flood	Rhyme	newt, animal, pets,
	sassy sonnet	Gershon Wolf	Alliteration	newt, adventure, nonsense, word play,
	Variations On A Theme	matthew harris	Bio	newt, age, birthday, depression, fantasy,
	Paean To Peco	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
	The former Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris	matthew harris	Narrative	newt, grief, hurt, meaningful, memory,
	Witches	Caren Krutsinger	Etheree	newt, perspective,
	While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, adventure, angel, crazy, dream,
	Gloriously FAKE Early Boyhood	matthew harris	Elegiac Lyric	newt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
	Ah Such A Great Night	matthew harris	Lyric	newt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
	Please Quietly Build Me A Flibbertigibbet	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	Aye Am The Questioning Sort	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 12th grade, atheist, dad,
	medical emergency spouse got clean destine bug	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	Brexit Sonnet 20 - No More Hell-Broth	Keith Murphy	Sonnet	newt, political,
	the leprechaun within	matthew harris	I do not know?	newt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
	A Burst Of Blarney	matthew harris	Light Verse	newt, 11th grade, 12th grade,
	History Lessons	curtis johnson	Prose	newt, christian, history, war,
	mass silent sound cloud plunk from das bad ass monk one	matthew harris	Dramatic Verse	newt, 10th grade, 7th grade,
	No fanfare for this common man	MATTHEW harris	I do not know?	newt, adventure, animal, blessing, body,
	Forgiveness part one	MATTHEW harris	Bio	newt, abuse, anger, anxiety, childhood,
	tempus fugit - part one	MATTHEW harris	Ode	newt, beautiful, celebration, courage, dedication,
	a trite Nihilistic Occasion - part one	MATTHEW harris	I do not know?	newt, deep, earth, fantasy, goodbye,
	Living Ex-Presidents 2	curtis johnson	Free verse	newt, america, character, freedom, war,
	Psst	James Edward Lee Sr.	Blank verse	newt, anxiety, cheer up, endurance,
	Wonderment at existence	matthew harris	Enclosed Rhyme	newt, allegory, allusion, analogy, celebration,
	The landlady turned rogue	matthew harris	Rhyme	newt, abuse, angst, conflict, emotions,
	Hillary Alert and Adorable	James Horn	Couplet	newt, humorous, , cute,
	coughing coffees	Taoi Chanan	I do not know?	newt, analogy, baby,
	Brahms and Liszt	David Lindsay	List	newt, drink,
	optics no fibres just optics	Taoi Chanan	I do not know?	newt, april, arabic, baby, betrayal,
	THE WITCHES BROOM	cherl dunn	Free verse	newt, adventure, halloween, holiday, humorous,
	I'm a Great Crested Newt	Nathan Bach	Rhyme	newt, animal, children, nature,
	The Druid 2	Shadow Hamilton	Epic	newt, celebration, mystery, nature, visionary,
	The Frog Prince - Part 1	David Furlong	Light Verse	newt, allegory, fairy, humorous, metaphor,
	Why Mine of Course	James Horn	Couplet	newt, horse, humorous,
	That Witch	Jerry T Curtis	Rhyme	newt, evil,
	A Witch's Chant Of Toil	Sharon Gulley	Rhyme	newt, dark, death, desire, evil,
	Love Potion	Ken Carroll	Free verse	newt, for her, love, magic,
	7TH DAY ADVENT	Nola Perez	Rhyme	newt, bird,
	My Curse	Russell Sivey	Quatrain	newt, halloween,
	Careful what you wish for spell	brandi foote	ABC	newt, halloween,
	Places	Shadow Hamilton	Verse	newt, africa, creation, england, happiness,
	Worst morning after	Joseph May	Limerick	newt, humor,
	Blinded by the Night	Evonne Van Gundy	ABC	newt, night
	Desperate message to Kim jong un	matthew harris	Free verse	newt, abuse, dark, emotions, evil,
	Eye of Newt	ilene bauer	Rhyme	newt, evil,
	Villain	Del Phil	I do not know?	newt, hate, lost love,

Newt Poem Example

The Frog Prince - Part 1

A funny frog called Mr Snog,
once lived beside a slimy bog,
he was a most peculiar fellow,
his hat was red, his boots were yellow,
his waistcoat was an olive green,
the strangest sight you’ve ever seen,
no matter where you’ve lived or been.      

This self-same frog, called Mr Snog
had woes of every catalogue.
To move forward he hopped backward,
making life extremely awkward.
His funny face with fretful frown
made him such a comic clown,
for his whole world was upside down.

Now once the frog, named Mr Snog,				
who lived beside the slimy bog,
had been a very different fellow,			
his boots then red, his hat was yellow.
A handsome prince of some renown,
upon his head a golden crown,
and nothing then was upside down.

For then his name, was not the same,
around his realm they would proclaim;
‘He is the bold, the great Prince Gons,		
whose fame is sung in many songs.’
In everything he did excel,
gallant, witty, brave as well,
until misfortune him befell.

Alas to say, in early May,
a witch had happened by his way.
She really was a hideous hag,
and nasty things were in her bag.
An eye of newt, a puppy’s tail,
six slimy slugs and half a snail,
some grizzly bits to make you quail.

Prince Gons had rode from his abode,			
to find this witch had blocked his road,		
‘Out of my way you wretched bag,
out of my way you ugly hag.
I am the bold, the great Prince Gons,		
whose fame is sung in many songs,
to whom this land around belongs.’		

With such disdain he did proclaim,
the exalted nature of his name!
He stared, he glared, he leered and peered,
upon that witch that looked so weird,
‘Out of my way, or you’ll pay dear.’
Yet not one word did cause her fear,
for being deaf, she could not hear.

But from his look she umbrage took,
and so that witch resolved to cook,
within her pot a fiendish brew,
to teach that prince a thing or two.
And setting out to cast a spell,
by calling demons out of hell,
she brewed a stew - with ghastly smell.

This stew she threw – it didn’t miss! –
all over Gons. Then with a kiss,
upon his face - oh what a joke -
she vanished in a puff of smoke!
Gons then had a nasty feeling,				
round and round the sky was wheeling,
sending all his senses reeling.

When he awoke, this self-same bloke,
could only make a feeble croak.
And to his horror he now found,
that everything had turned around,
shrunk to a frog, whose name was Snog,
who sat bemused within a bog,				
with woes of every catalogue.

Within this bog, there was a log,
and on this log, sat Mr Snog,
gazing mournfully at the sky,
eyeing all that passed him by.
From time to time he’d try to speak,
with feeble croak, so sad, so weak,
his life just then was really bleak.

When meaning ‘Yes’ - as you might guess -
was not the word he did express. 		
Instead of ‘Yes’, he would croak ‘No!’
All were confused and all said so,			
but if, perhaps, you knew him better,			
you could substitute each letter,
and then it really wouldn’t matter.

Moving backward, never forward,
made his life extremely awkward.
Now who could help him, who could tell
him, how to break that witch's spell?
He flopped around within the mire,
never growing one inch higher,
until a meeting did transpire.

One sunny day in early May,
a princess chanced to pass that way,
her hair was gold, her figure neat,
she walked upon such dainty feet.
that now squelched in the murky mire,
nearly ruining her attire,
her situation was quite dire.

Just for a laugh, she'd left the path,
to cut her journey quite in half,
she was sure it would be quicker,
she was sure that she was slicker,
than her nasty little brother,
who’d said, ‘Race you home to mother.’
-	How they hated one another!

While she was stuck within the muck,
bemoaning all her rotten luck,
She then perceived this curious fellow,		
whose hat was red and boots were yellow,
it was our hero Mr Snog,
every inch a funny frog,
sitting gormless on a log.

‘Help, help,’ she cried . ‘I'm terrified
I’m really lost, I need a guide,
to take me from this murky mire,
that's totally ruined my attire.
Please help me now. I'm sure you know,
how from this place, the way to go.’
But Snog, when meaning ‘Yes’, croaked ‘No!’.

She was confused, she was bemused,
that this odd creature had refused,
to help her in her hour of need.
'What can I say, how shall I plead?'
She pondered so, then filled with woe,			
wept, ‘Won’t you show the way to go?’
But Snog, whilst thinking ‘Yes’, croaked ‘No!’

‘I implore you, I'll adore you,
something, anything I’ll do for you.			
just name your price, I know the king,
he’ll give you almost everything.			
Oh please don't leave me in distress,
oh please don't leave me in this mess.’
Alas, our hero just croaked, ‘Yes!’

First she shivered, then she quivered,
then finally, she grew quite livid.
She screamed at this outrageous fellow,
whose hat was red and boots were yellow,
‘You are the most obnoxious frog,
to leave me helpless in this bog,
to wander aimless in the fog.’

Then on a whim, she grabbed a limb,
with all her strength she hurtled him,
high into the silvery sky,
wondering if this frog might fly.
But as she flipped him, her foot tripped,		
upon her back our princess tipped,
into the slimy mire she slipped.

Our hero, Snog, was quite agog,
for being airborne, for a frog,
was a most extraordinary feeling,
sending all his senses reeling.
The sky and earth became a blur;
falling now he did not miss her,
landing on her open kisser!

Now, as she fell, she’d given a yell,
which helped to break that witch's spell.
For when she kissed the hapless Snog,		
it changed him back from being a frog,
and to a prince he now returned,
who sat there looking unconcerned.
whilst in the slimy mire she squirmed.

Poem Copyright © David Furlong