Teddy Poems - Poems about Teddy

Sunny yellow straw hats with ribbons and bows, Butterflies that shine when the full moon glows, Feather cushions scattered of bright pink and blue, Buttercups and daises have such a magnificent hue, The above are my dreams as I think of you. Chocolates, candy and rainbow-colored gummies, Fill us up and says no more for you to our tummies, Kittens that...

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From the inside of music I looked out far The sky was cloudy, preparing for rain Sir Rattle on the Mezzo played Sir Elgar The air fumed sour like the dead champagne I went for the memories, to see your face In times when the sky was bright blue But wherever I turned to, was just empty space And the most...

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My two roommates and I are builders. We build each other up, and have a great time. We decide we need another roommate. Teddy applies. He is quiet, but calm. His references are glowing. We invite him to room with us. Teddy is a demolisher. We take care of things. He destroys them. We are free-spirited creators. He is grouchy and tries to extinguish our...

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I ain't normal, not even close not even as a child, played with dolls and paper cut-outs but I always decapitated them (do you remember mother?) finding the head of my sister's Clarabell doll floating in the utility sink in the basement but my tedddy, my teddy how I beat him until he came into my young child's dreams to seek revenge and...

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He was parked on top of a worn satchel in Omaha In the middle of a train station, so lah-dee-dah Where was his child? He began to scream for his ma. She ran up and grabbed him by his fluffy padded paw I told you he would wait for me she told her astounded mother. He is more than my...

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Overrun by stuffed subdued teddy bears... of diverse and sundry sizes engaged in woebegone wild rumpus as a last hoorah for diversity, equity and inclusion, whose somber bowed heads (hide their snickers just a kiss away) their backsides mimicked tufted heavenly clouds interspersed amidst with imaginary fallen angels softly chanting profane funereal requiem, where a former warren of dust bunnies galore...

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I’ve behaved poorly every winter I can remember, my awfulness in each separated only by degrees, secrets piled like snowdrifts at the corners of rooms I wouldn’t stay in. Hiding was easier. I stuffed myself in the closet of our pit-city apartment— walls infested with neighbors tiptoeing through roach powder caked like salt-circle prayers— my sister above me, her small...

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Can't wait for the day To tell you I'm so sorry Forget to hug you....

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I smelled of lavenders when she first held me, With her tiny hands and smile of a dove. I became her best friend, She would meet me day and night, Feed me and put me to sleep. I watched her grow into a woman, She doesn't visit me so often now, Only at nights as I lay there on the bed, hungry...

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There once was a bear Who was loved for his shoes To a girl he was gifted Just her cuddly muse On a once rainy day With a shelter required The brolly was shaken To it's cover retired Then a browse through the store With her eyes shining bright The gloss of his footwear Caught a beam of the light A flash and a sparkle Was all...

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Helen had a teddy bear’s hat of blue She had a teddy bear’s scarf I bet her underwear is full of bears too Said an uncouth guy name of Barf I have regular white panties today She said primly in a not very nice way Irritated that is what he did say Barf and she never got along at all after...

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Why does a grown man have a teddy bear? Is a piece of fluff a valuable memory? It was an overcoat back then, a seamstress worked so hard, cut it up, shaped it, stuffed it, and turned it into a teddy bear. Yes, stuff that was fluff and yet we give a toy a name and talk to it, say good morning or "Hi,...

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Teddy looked sad, forlorn cold and bare Sat on the bed with nothing to wear So aunty got out her knitting pins To knit Teddy some warm cosy things. First came a jumper in shades of blue Then some trousers, the same colour too Also a scarf, a hat and some mitts To please Pip, her young nephew that is. Aunty knitted all...

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So easy to call him Titch. He's just a tiny teddy-bear. Yet I, a grown-up man, feel a strange affection. Affection, yes, for something fluffy, and all you can do is look at it, talk to it – or should I say “him”? – and leave it on a shelf, table, desk. Ah, yes, so much history: Theodore Roosevelt. He hated the name Teddy, but folk...

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teddy bear watched over her while she slept we were grateful she had him in the hospital so many hours, so many treatments, so much pain when she went to heaven, we imagined him with her protecting her in the midst of heaven as he had in life it gave us a tiny bit of comfort to see him in...

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