Short Storybook Poems
Short Storybook Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Storybook by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Storybook by length and keyword.
A child's toy
a parent's joy...
with a storybook
curled up in a nook...
Moments to treasure
oases of pleasure
Today I’m grateful for being born into a wonderland
an endless storybook….
Where on every page there is beauty…everywhere I look,
Balance
is the effort
to keep it
all even~
A storybook
progression of
action pursuing
an ideal~
Usually shaky
at best as
separation
keeps it off
Balance~~
Faerie Tales
Fantastical
Starts once upon a time…
Princesses, dark villains
Grimm’s Brothers, and Hans Christian Andersen
Gingerbread house and a witch
Such magical creatures
The end closing
Faerie tales
With shimmering wings and
a wand of bright gold,
A beautiful fairy tale waits to
unfold.
She sprinkles her dust as she
tells of a brave knight,
Then tucks you in cozy and
turns down the light.
Goodnight, little dreamers,
sleep tight until dawn.
A 5-Liner on your Life Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
The Story Of My Life
When my husband's infidelity thrashed
Into a lit dumpster our marriage dashed
A storybook is blackened
And the pages are so saddened
For he booked the wrongful passage that crashed
Hold me close, hold me tight,
don’t let me fall asleep tonight.
Whisper songs into my ear,
they will make the stories dissapear
I want to see the world behind our eyes,
and travel far behind the skies.
Take my hand and follow my lead,
Together we will succeed.
When you get lost in Wonderland
Or Neverland with Peter Pan
Having fun with the Darling clan,
I have always wanted to look
Right inside a storybook.
I want to see the Tin Man walk
And to see an animal talk.
Where can I see this?
Where can I look?
Right inside a storybook.
^ Jamez by James Edward Lee Sr.
J ames is my Christian name;
A ways, please call me this;
M y life is as a storybook;'
E verywhere I go I look;
S o be aware and never, call me Jimmie kiss;O
^ pronounced "James"
11/25/17
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I wear your ring
as I pretend
everything's perfect
in Neverland
Thoughts of you
that may never come true
but are perfect
in my Field of dreams
Oh how I miss
the way we would kiss
with the perfect hold
in my Fairytale
I speak of you
in everything I do
amazed by the perfect scenes
in my Storybook
all in my Land of Make Believe
Written in every vintage storybook,
fancy script says ‘Once upon a time..’
Reeled in with that iconic hook,
no wonder girls are set up at age five. ?
Faith fixes expectations like a crook,
the folklore of forever sets in.
Centuries immortalize the quest he took,
different words have a parallel rhyme.
A duo of mythos mirror each other’s look.
Before the world
became home to the life we now
know
an inferno of fire surrounded it
The heat created life
as the darkness
was finally shattered
Little do they realize
how the begining
came about
No Adam and Ever here
Just some atoms combining
the storybook is itself half closed
yet fortunately not completely forgotten
Perfection,
Where should I look?
In the sky above
Or haven
Or in a storybook
Perfection,
Is there such a thing?
Is it love?
Or innocence
Under the angel wing
Perfection,
Who can that be?
A stranger?
Maybe a friend?
Or just simple me
Perfection,
Look deep in your heart
Is it the beauty?
Or happiness?
Perfection is the..... Art
Goodbye storybook romance
Goodbye motherhood
Hello singlehood
I'm putting my dreams away
and accepting the bittersweet reality
that you're someone else's child
Just for today
I relish the memory of holding you
Fresh and newborn
that I'll never let go of
Just to see you again and touch your sweet face
Is today's fantasy
and tomorrow's hopeful reality
wispy chiffon curtains parted a tiny bit
I faced a pink storybook horizon
a sailboat glided past,
completing the canvas
making it surreally magical
the dried flowers matched
I ran for my camera
hoping to capture this
so I could paint it at a later time
alas, it never looked the same
not ever that glorious
luckily, it was seared into
my artist mind
If someone told you, “Draw the moon
And try to get it right,”
The picture you’d depict would be
What’s hanging there tonight…
The perfect crescent, all a’glow,
Like in a storybook
And it looked less like it was real
With every glance I took.
There aren’t many nights like this
When it is opportune
To behold that classic sliver
Of a fairy tale-type moon.
Is there a natural man,
The walrus said?
Whose ideas are bright
And feet are not lead?
Who says what he means
And means what he says?
Who is capable of love, an
All of the best?
The prince charming
We long for as children
Come out of the storybook
As is written
Please, come hither, soon,
For life without you
Is like an island on which
You are marooned
Form:
our pace of life
gracefully transmuting
into golden retirement years
so much more
still to discover
with the time
we are blessed with
together
authors of our own
storybook ending
hand and in hand
toward the sunset
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 14, 2019 for contest FREE VERSE OR RHYME POETRY IN ITS BEAUTY (#3) sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 2ND
A joyous tear
So ravishing and complete
I fall to my knees
In utter belief
The words you have written
Touch my heart undenied
Oh my sweet my Madonna
You are my life
As I gaze upon your beauty
I can’t help but believe
You are a storybook love
So ravishing and complete
You paint a picture of inspiration
Of pastel colors and dream
Christopher Robin a friend from long ago,
His author A.A. . Milne.
His friends Winnie-the-Pooh, and Tiger
Delightful and kind.
He was seen with his friends,
Champion of storybooks.
Real folklore hero,
Beloved storybook friend,,
Colorful character ,
Visiting his companions from the acre wood.
Beloved and read by society,
What miracle this time passage.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Tripped the electricity in the forest,
tumbled to a faceplate on the ground;
The shock raised the pulse in my wrist;
A storybook vision may confound,
star-crossed sits doomed to diminish;
Ground yourself in nature’s mound;
Let yourself revive and replenish,
kiss all the petals of a wildflower;
Renew your freckled faded finish;
Bathe within a rumbling rain-shower,
untamed fuels an aura of power.
Would I love a book and a nook?
My fantasy world, imaginary,
To me, every book is worth a look,
Even an old dictionary.
Would I love a nook and a book?
Meet some new friends for free,
I could sit and read in my cosy nook,
any book, like Pictionary.
Would I like a nook and a book?
Yes, for these I would trade the Earth?
Reading books, in a nook, no sooks,
Yes, nooks and books are what it's worth!
I need to change my story
Confusion and unhappiness walking hand in hand
I need some directions, a real plan
I am in the center of a personal war fighting with the inner man
I feel like I can’t win this war
I keep praying for a miracle
Why is it so hard to turn this page, I need a new story with a happy ending
I am hating the person in the mirror
what a confusion ...this is constant sadness
I need a storybook end .
the look in her eye drew me in
and the depth of her mind destroyed me
in a most alluring way
heartbeats sparked
and I only had one choice
but to stay
in the heat of the moment
in the glow of the night
she captured something
something simple
I thought I had put away
soothing comfort with her eyes
dazzling senses with her mind
a chapter unwritten
a poetic storybook
that only she could bring
and only I could find
Entry level
Just a beginner
Made a mistake
Was deemed a sinner
Blue cloud in a red sky
Offset from the rest
Light heart and a clear head
Weight off the chest
Thought she owned it all
When she blossomed into a flower
No responsibility
But wanted all the power
Wisdom with age
Overseeing the past
Should have enjoyed more
Life moved too fast
Storybook ending
Isn't realistic
Anythings possible
It pays to be optimistic