Short Lily Pad Poems
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Cold water music
pond nymphs skate soft chord ripples
fireflys flash dance
lily pad tables for two
Catfish play hooky from school
Twilight torpid pond
Shadow falls on lily pad
Silence broken, croak
Autumn plume of winter air
Watery hibernation.
He croaks as he waits
Calling for love from his pad
She answers the call
Rockman :-)
For the Haiku: Lily-pads And Frogs by Sidney LeeAnn
A QUIET POND
Quiet living pond,
Teaming with its watered lives,
Sits in wet silence:
Ducks and the lily pad frogs,
In stilled pond contemplation:-
No longer was she a croaking bullfrog
but a pretty faerie in the middle of the meadow
unless you looked under the lily pad
and saw her crooked polka dot legs
He sits on his fat butt
he's in a real huff
he fell face first off his lily pad
trying to catch flies.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.17/2004
Ten tiny pollywogs
Happy as can be
Along came an alligator
Ate up three.
Seven skittish pollywogs
Beneath a lily pad
Up swam a rainbow trout
They all died sad.
frog strange croaking voice
hanging on his lily-pad..
many allergies
Sponsor: Sidney~LeeAnn
Contest:Lily-Pads and Frogs
Written: Sara Kendrick
POND QUEEN
Ducks may rule the pond,
but there's a lily pad throne
where a queen frog sits.
while rock-throwing kids scare ducks,
the frog queen quietly sits there:-
There’s life here still
somewhere below the surface.
I dip under lily pads,
delve hands into reeds.
Down in the sludge, shimmering sunlight
illuminates what once thought lost.
read it or not
feel or forget
taste or plot
unpetted pet
laugh or cry
swim or drown
black or blue sky
does surround
happy not sad
life goes on
a lily pad
on a calm pond
Her koi fish appear as cowhide
red and white instead of black and white
They swim around lily pads that have shaken off their frogs
I marvel at their swimming prowess
And the pink blossom of the lily pad
cream rose white daisy
blue jay on a cobalt sky
heart stopping sunset
frog on lily pad
diamonds on a starry night
gold butterfly sun
tree bark gingerbread
apricots and honey dawn
raspberry rose finch
An easy breeze blows softly
through the pitch pine trees.
The mayfly knows
it's time to find the lily pad.
Squirrels in search of nuts
tucked away for such a day as this.
All creation cries with joy-
summer has arrived.
Night leaks from the water-bucket,
it flows onto bedraggled phlox.
The black water is full,
I cannot even see the bucket.
The moon floats
as a lily pad in the blackness.
The purple phlox spills
drowning into dawn light.
The Frog bog
When you go to the fair today.
Listen real close to hear.
A man yelling as he says,
Flip them and flop them
Slip them and slop them.
Three frogs for a dollar.
One in the lily pad you do win.
Here at the frog bog.
I spotted two frogs
jump from a green lily-pad,
but sadly they drowned.
I pulled them out...while
the others croaked and
left the rippling, gloomy pound.
Entered in Sydney LeeAnn's contest,
" Lily-Pads & Frogs "
Written by Andrew Crisci
super talented frog had magic words like diddly diddle dight
when he did incantations, they always turned out right
we were in awe that he could always make the lily pad light
Amazing in all ways, this wizardly frog, Mr. Froggish McKnight
super talented frog had magic words like diddly diddle dight
when he did incantations, they always turned out right
we were in awe that he could always make the lily pad light
Amazing in all ways, this wizardly frog, Mr. Froggish McKnight
What remarkable limestones
We have in our memory!
Our buried paradise;
The need to re-examine, recollect, and reorder...
Why we don't bound from one
lily pad to the other more often
Appears as our fatal mystery.
It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools
Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila envelopes
“Ribbit” croaks the frog
his lily pad is sinking…
time to hop along
larger lily pad
makes a summer home for frogs…
until the storms come
*Entry for Sidney Lee Ann’s “Lily-Pads and Frogs” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Theme: both lily pads and frogs
If I knew how to carve a scrimshaw
I would carve the world’s prettiest scene
I would carve out a catfish jumping out of a lake
After I carved a frog sitting on a lily pad
I would carve one on a dinosaur’s bone
And the other on a whale’s tooth
If he would let me
A yellow moon is in the lily pond.
Rain gleams within a bucket.
The whole wide-open night,
like a black cat,
is curled around a wooden bucket.
Yellow moon, yellow eyes,
cat curling
all gone.
Rain forgets to fall.
Lily pad sings on alone.
Here I sit broken hearted
Because my frog has departed
It isn't as if he was a prince
But a better frog I've not seen since
He went to jump on a lily pad
Oh, his eyesight was really bad
On a rock he landed, his neck he broke
wouldn't you know it, then he croaked.