I'm nothing more than a
sitting on a lilypad, listening to
He was a toad catching flies
Except that with each lashing of his tongue
He pulled down aircraft
And long could be heard their cries:
Blessed be, Amphibian Creator!
Death to America!
Frog is greater!
Frog on a lily
Jumps to catch a butterfly
Frog on a lily
Not a lot happens when you are a frog!
Trying to achieve some purity of expression and tell a story in 17 syllables.
Quiet; sliding frog retrieved
Storm front tails collide
Small observations during the storm
There was a tadpole
who lived in a tight pool.
He waited to be a frog
before fainting the winter fog.
To hop in hard land of dry sand
where huge trees stand.
What happened when he hop?
For his unluck, against his hope.
He fell under a giant boot,
instead of on a tree root.
I tried a funny and silly poem for the first time. Please let me know how it is in comments below.
Oh, glorious and mysterious and wonderful creature
Before I knew of your oh so humbling features
I knew not the reaches of beauty in nature
But now I can see your elegance and mien
Outlined in the glowing stars of Ursa Major
Oh, having seen your dazzling sheen
Your enchanting colors, earthy and green
The wonders of nature are suddenly seen
I hear how the winds howl for you
How the lonely wolves cry not to the moon
Can you hear in their voices? It’s for you that they croon
When the beastly lion was crowned the king
They must’ve not heard how pleasantly you sing
For anyone who heard your siren-like tune
Would certainly crown you before the break of noon
Any creature, shark or flea
Surely admires the allure of he
The creation so splendid and fair
A sure sign that of nature, we should take good care