Nursery Sonnet Poems | Examples
These Nursery Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Nursery. These are the best examples of Sonnet Nursery poems written by international poets.
Clever little girl in blue
Makes giant bubbles just for you.
Watch the bubbles flying high
Up into the clear blue sky.
Imagine you could climb inside one;
What a thrill if you could ride one.
Floating up above the town,
Never wanting to come down.
Drifting over land and sea;
How exciting that would be.
Reach the moon and fly right round,
Then slowly float back to the ground.
It’s time for tea with jam and bread,
Then, tired but happy, off to bed
Bouncy Brock blew bigger bubbles than his friends,
Friends whose bubbles were small, soapy bursts of suds
Brock’s bubbles were so huge they’d certainly cleanse
While his friends looked on, Brock trailed through the redbuds,
Blowing such froth, sharing his marvelous gifts
Brock’s bubbles were always stunning, never duds
Brock’s bubbles climbed much higher as the wind shifts
Followed by trails of foam where his bubbles roam
Bubbles wandered through meadows and over cliffs
Bouncy Brock kept blowing, when gone or at home
Leading friends down a path, blowing and blowing
So everyone he met knew, though not noisome…
Brock spent his time puffing so he was glowing,
Realizing his bubbles were mind-blowing!
You may have heard the story of Tom Thumb;
and how he was a tiny little boy.
But what about his sister, Bubble Gum,
she also brought her proud parents much joy.
Just one inch taller than Tom, she wasn't tall,
but her heart was as big as hearts can get.
And she loved picking flowers most of all;
rushing to get them home before sunset.
She'd be seen in her prettiest pink dress
each night, leaving a bouquet on each door.
She did it out of love, not to impress;
and that made townsfolk love her all the more.
Bubble Gum never let her size stop her
from treating people like the friends they were.
It was covered by a blanket of moss
with a wood fence that looked as sturdy as
a young child’s craft project, stretching across
a patio, the memory of jazz.
It had a tower on the balcony,
reaching towards the moon in the midnight sky.
A witches’ tower made with alchemy
in which a kidnapped girl, hostage, would cry.
It has a fierce lean, rivaling that of
the famous Piza ruin, so extreme
it looks it will fall if you give a shove.
The castle, the image, must be a dream.
An old green forest, decaying behind
the stone castle, which I’m sure you can find.
On a page, I'm designing a little nursery.
It will typically be a splendid moon.
Dreams I'm putting to witness bursary.
The space portrays a pearl, strewn.
The trail winds its way to this point.
Each day I assess my plant's progress.
Such as the gleaming white anoint.
Radiant as the full moon's keenness.
You bring forth my sheerest strength.
I overfeed them till they reach maturity.
Like I come upon a pearl in the depth.
Joyous colors reveal a touch of clarity.
But have acquired a wind and flown.
Believe your spirit will be revived.
I'm still sowing poetry, yet age has grown.
To sustain a nice cuddle for you're altered.
A far source of fuel with words I lack.
With love and faith, you're on a deft track.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 13, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
“Breathe on us breath of spring,
new hopes, new joys, new beginnings.”
Quote - poets own.
Spring Flowers
All winter long we have waited for you
When being nurtured and starting to grow
Ethereal beauties striking and new
That appear from the nursery below.
Visual art of the creators craft
All seasonal things bright and fabulous
Raised from the dark and straight into our hearts
Primroses, daffodils, tulips, crocus.
Birds sing cheerily at the dawn of morn
Busy bees hover flower to flower
On a gentle breeze floral dance is borne
Upon the Earth's magnificent bower.
Flowers need sunshine and rain to exist
With God's light and glory all in the mix.
26th February 2021
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Breath of Spring Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
You were the scrawny little boy next door,
we went from enemies,to best friends fast.
As the years went by, you are so much more.
Many said our relationship wouldn’t last.
Thurs is our wedding anniversary,
On that day you made my whole life complete.
Couldn’t wait to decorate the nursery;
The next year, baby bump and swollen feet.
The glue that held us, was we were friends first,
Darling you're my one and only true love.
Your heartfelt wedding vows were unrehearsed;
We’re a perfect fit, just like hand and glove.
I love you more each and every new day,
these strong feelings, won’t ever go away.
Contest: True Love Sonnet
Sponsor:Brenda Chiri
February 10, 2020
About head high, two bluebirds built a nest
Outside my window, in a young oak tree
They built their house complete with nursery
Last spring she chirped a lover's sweet request
It wasn't long before their home was blessed
Three little ones that chirped incessantly
They raised them to live independently
Last week they left no forwarding address
But I have hope they will return in spring
Rebuild even remodel, either way
Each day they said hello and were so kind
How beautiful it was to hear them sing
Perhaps, next year I'll ask if they can stay
Because good neighbors are so hard to find
November 20 2016
Italian Sonnet
It involves the complex and LACY development of
Petals as it curves it's words tender to touch.
A precious petal at a time.
It's DELICACY and charm as it calms the
Foyer of CURIOUS PEEPERS.
ITS UNMATCHED PRESENCE only known
By a chosen few.
Only then is the rose presented, balanced
And new.
This is the fragile being of the
Nursery.
A ROSE IS many times composed
Of the most tender words.
The most SOOTHING rhymes a
Rose has told.
Wrapped in silky sonnet or vibrant prose
It is then a POEM BECOMES A.ROSE.
A Jack Vine Rhyme
(a poem from my ‘Jack And The Giant Private Eyes’ book)
I’m Jack Vine and I’m a nursery rhyme PI.
I find out facts so don’t try to lie.
My partners name is Tiny, that’s Tiny Giant.
We take all kinds of cases and all kinds of clients.
Jack who? You ask. You mean you don’t know the name?
Why, I grew a magic beanstalk; yup, the very same.
I have this gorgeous dame in my life, who goes by Mary.
She has a sister too, her name being Terri.
Now, Mary was a case first, as she lost her little lamb.
But I found out later, well, that story was a sham.
It seems her lamb wasn’t really lost; she’d made that all up.
The plan was to get me to notice her, and maybe have some supp’.
I guess the ploy worked, for eventually we tied the knot.
We even have two kids now, and to me, that’s a lot.
Tiny, my partner, he got caught too,
Seems Terri was out to get him, and knew just what to do.
In the end it seems, we all made out quite well,
So now I’m off on another case,
‘bout an egg that fell.
Darkness enfolding me, laying in bed.
Cool crisp sheets touch. Softness cradling head.
Sandman's hand reaching for his due embrace.
Nighttime's chilling air kissing at my face.
Denied dreams requiem, and the rest it brings.
Trying to ignore as anguished thought sings.
Giving up hope. Another night sans sleep.
Desperate frustration making me weep.
Three days late. Reality is slipping.
Can't concentrate. My sanity tipping.
An empty vessel. Shadow become man.
Mind numbing thoughts chatter. Lonely day's span.
Meet the boogeyman who scares me at dusk.
Insomnia, his name. Takes all but husk.
-Angel Fatale-
She wanted a baby more than life
So she went and booyah’d 50 guys
Her smile dazzled everyone she met
When she finally learned she was pregnant
Her breasts grew larger, her belly too
She decorated the nursery with pink and blue
But at the doctors, something was amiss
The only sound was the instrument’s hiss
There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide
“Doctor is my baby, dead inside?”
“Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows”
But his eyes were sad, his movements slow
As the sonogram screen lit up the womb
It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb
Because in fact, there was no baby there
Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair
"Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater,
had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
and there he kept her very well"
(The nursery rhyme that inspired this sonnet)
The Pumpkin Eater
He thought he loved with heart and mind, and so
his goddess wife he set high in a tower.
He cultured trees and ivy there to grow,
so then the keep became a hidden bower.
Ensuring love’s protection even more,
he made around their secret place a maze.
It wound for miles along the forest’s floor
and led all trespassers in different ways.
A fire, he would consume her, and she’d weep.
Deprived of friends and freedom, she would brood,
then into a depression sank so deep. . .
her love for him could never be renewed.
So Peter lost. He’d kept his wife too well.
His tower of love was but a pumpkin shell.
By Andrea Dietrich
For PD's Metaphoric Poetry Contest
Little doll with curly hair, how did God
Make you so fair? With big eyes color sky
And with skin as rose as a healthy child...
Fall asleep as you hear my sweetest lullaby!
The radiant moon has come into your dreams,
What can she offer you: if not moonbeams?
And as you breathe, you resemble a cherub
That Rafael imagined to be you in that crib
When happy angels gathered and whispered,
" Little doll, gently lay on your golden head."
This nursery rhyme you will learn in time,
And sing it to yourself when church bells chime.
You'll long for a hand to caress your cheeks...
feeling its warmth while you will float on dreams.
Growing flowers is a family tradition
Each spring, I set out on a new expedition
Traveling from nursery to nursery to find
Multi-colored impatiens, no two of one kind
Although I become impatient planting in March
By June their blossoms flourish in a rainbow arch
Surrounding oak trees in a fertile, shady place
Impatience arrested, impatiens I embrace
Armed with plant food, I have nourished this vibrant crop
They bear seeds that take root, now their spread I can’t stop
A full spectrum of blooms brings esthetic pleasure
I view from my porch, feel blessed with nature’s treasure
From radiant flowers, I learn to be patient
Knowing rewards take time when growing impatiens
*For Constance's Beautiful Flower contest. To see a display of impatiens, visit
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