Short Friendliest Poems
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My friend is so happy!
I call her Miss Happiness.
She is the friendliest
person I know.
She's small, pretty, and
very nice!
Her soul is like a
free bird!
Golden Retrievers are fantastic pets
The friendliest animals on the planet I'll bet
Happy as all get out
Absolutely no doubt
Our Annie is the greatest, really no sweat
Joe found himself in a bit of a rut
So, he bought himself the friendliest mutt
Bow-wow, lick-lick, slurp-slurp
Joe's space that mutt usurped
Not room enough for them both in Joe's hut
Retrievers are human, well that's what it seems
The friendliest moocher on this planet so green
Let's all take advice
Never think twice
Just roll with the punches, try a bit of codeine
Very people like!!!
Even though chihuahuas seem snarly and unapproachable
They're one of the friendliest breeds and really quite loveable
Their size is deceiving
Terror you're conceiving
But when they're barking, they're saying “I'm quite adorable”
The friendliest foes are ones who know
the best and the worst of me
A hug for the Love, a brew for a thug
A slug that was destine to be
So years go by with smiles and cries
Lies for a friend like this
I stuck that knife right in his back
He laughed as WE died closed fist...
Form:
Pristine faces could be deceiving
Like a masquerade in the making
Don't trust too much, even the friendliest hand
It could cast a spell like a magic wand
But guilty conscience can kill
Like the blades of a sickle
Hold your faith and lay still
Let their echoes make them fickle
September 26, 2022, 9:53 AM
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guided streams of bright lights few squeeze through a crystal tight sky
colours this nature scene brand new a freshly baked pumpkin spiced pie
a random popsicle purple glaze
a toddler's finger painted blaze
the friendliest of all the river trees
dances calmly with a random breeze
the sun dives into his liquid bronze fate
as the wild plants wave back to placate
daily harmony here come with ease
while humans struggle just to appease
I stopped and stared at the prettiest gingerbread house
It was being decorated right then by a tiny gray mouse.
He gave me a wink and a nod and the friendliest “hi”.
You are doing a great job, I said to this sweet little guy.
I love decorating houses, he told me. I have a business card.
I gave him mine too, it said “Chelsea, song writing bard.”
He ran off rapidly after we did a little more chit chat
I turned and saw why; I had been followed by my nosey cat.
SENTRY
Be ever on duty, it is surely best
Never sleep, or even try to rest
Or risk losing some precious zest
No need to puff out your chest
So proud of the regiment’s crest
Yet by its history, not obsessed
But hope it might not be the test
Whether mere monitor or guest
Only if one is correctly dressed
Wishing visitors to be impressed
But on cold nights, the loneliest
We do simple jobs, I do not jest
Yet definitely not the bloodiest
Our desire to be the friendliest
Our poet, Alison Smith, in a comment, pointed out to me that dolphins have a shortage of pockets, and that is why I'm holding her personally responsible for this poem (in the friendliest of all possible ways).
Why do I lay awake at night
thinking thoughts I don't invite.
I wish to cast aside debates,
that my troubled mind so hates.
Who cares where he keeps his change,
upon a transaction or exchange?
But the thought persists. I cannot block it.
A dolphin has no pocket.