#frogs poems on Hello Poetry

Hans Dytian Feb 2016

Birds are flying!
So many birds flying!
So finessed,
Fluid, and breezy
Look at that flight!
So cool...

Frogs are hopping!
Yes they're hopping!
Such Jump!
Look at me do it!
Wow!

I was really bored...
But there's nothing wrong with making people happy. :)
Enjoy!

#nature #hop #birds #jump #frogs

Cori MacNaughton Sep 2015

In the Wee Hours

In the wee hours
as the crickets chirp
and frogs and owls converse
a forest symphony
outside my window

I am reminded why I came here
not so long ago
for the glory of the Milky Way
the Moon and all the stars

as far away from light pollution
as we could have come
for the river
for the woods
for the quiet

And on those days when I would trade
our winters for a song
I think of all the years it took
to bring me to this place

I walk the woods in gratitude
for all our many gifts
and think
perhaps
the owls feel the same

I wrote this as I went to bed last night, around 3 AM, and at least three large owls were calling to one another. One was very close, another a bit farther away, and a third I could barely hear; if there were others, they were beyond my range of hearing. The frogs, crickets and other sounds of the woods gave the background for the sound tapestry.

Interestingly, as I finished the poem, the owls apparently moved on, as if they had done their job. ;-) We have a number of different species in our woods, and I'm not certain which these were, but they were clearly larger owls.

Written 28 Sept 2015, All rights reserved.

#woods #night #serenade #forests #singing #calling #conversing #owls #crickets #frogs

Nightingale74 Sep 2015

Five Green and Speckled Frogs

Five green and speckled frogs sat on a speckled log.
They tell you one jumped,
But he didn’t—
He died.
And when he died,
The other four looked up into the clouds,
With heavy hearts.
And though they willed the drops to fall,
The clouds were empty.
What would the others say?
They thought.
So one after another, those green and speckled frogs…
Died.
One by one they left their fellow frogs
To battle with the empty skies,
Till only one was left—
All alone.
He saw the empty log,
And he suddenly felt so small
In a world that felt so big.
And then…
Then the skies opened up,
And it poured.

#tears #crying #rain #solitude #loneliness #frogs

Raghu Menon Jul 2015

**Music of the night!**

The distant howl of a fox
The high pitch sound of crickets
The croaking of the frogs
The light sound of the drizzle

This music of the Night
Makes me dreamy and happy
And I am slowly
slipping into the night's sleep

6-July-2015
11.55 pm.

#dream #sleep #of #music #fox #crickets #drizzle #howling #frogs #croaking

Phil Lindsey May 2015

Tree Frogs - Haiku

One tree frog singing
A thousand join the chorus
Soon silence returns

#nature #songs #singing #frogs

S R Mats Mar 2015

It Is Official!

Spring cannot be far-off.
The Spring Peepers have sung.

Let the greening have its start
For flowering has begun.

Soon the bees will flit about
And sweetly start to hum.

Spring simply cannot be far-off
For the Spring Peepers have sung.

#flowers #green #spring #bees #singing #frogs

South by Southwest Jan 2015

Juxta ( side by side )

Your words strip me bare
My words address you up
■    □    ■    □    ■    □    ■    □    ■    □    ■
once the boy of youth was not contaminated
the boy knew only sadness or happy

Frogs , lizards , and puppy dogs
creeks , trees , summer breeze
○    ●    ○    ●    ○    ●    ○    ●    ○    ●    ○
Don't ask of me the answers to the questions
You carry in your black brief case
☆    ☆    ☆    ☆    ☆    ☆    ☆    ☆    ☆
The tide fascinates the little boy
Sitting by the bridge for hours to see the ebb

The moon is the star he wishes upon
No one said any indifference
♤    ♡    ♢    ♧    ♤    ♡    ♢    ♧    ♤
On cool Washington grass he would lay at night , just for a glimpse of Telestar

In the haze of August days on Florida's bays
He fought sharks eye to black soulless eye
□    ■    □    ■    □    ■    □    ■    □    ■    □
The dreams grow old , cataract on my memories's sight , turn cold , die

My dreams once protected my life like scales
From the largest Tarpon covered realm

#    #    #    #    #    #    #    #    #    #

#grass #sea #sharks #dogs #frogs #tarpon

Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014

Spring Is In The Air

When it is springtime, I open my windows wide.
The smells of flowers and cut grass are such a delight,
When, they come inside.

What does Spring smell like?

It smells like;
forsythia bushes,
daffodils, crocus, tulips,
cherry blossoms and cut dandelions.

What does Spring smell like?

Spring smells like;
The wonderful smells of;
laundry drying on the clothes lines,
rain,
fresh breezes,
and dirt.

All the smells of springtime,
are all so excellent, fresh, new and
such a delight!

© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

FUN Spring Song! - (Spring is HERE!)
http://youtu.be/_ZXdJ46IX0I

#flowers #winter #spring #trees #seasons #cherry #frogs

Barkley Layne Nov 2014

Back When

An old town that escapes the reality of today.
I'd trade anything to see it in all of its glory.
No cell phones, everyone smiling and waving.
Everything peaceful and happy.
The sun peeking through the pine trees.
Do you hear the mockingbird's song?
The summers are hot and humid,
the creaks are filled with crawfish,
The banks filled with frogs and
Us playing cowboys and Indians.
A summer love and
A Mason jar of cold sweet tea.
"Thank you Mrs. Maybell!"
We giggle and run to our hiding place near the oak trees.
"Tag your it!"
We all scurry barefooted through the woods.
Screams, shouts.
We forgot how we are still here,
In the same town over taken by the sounds of silence.
You may think this story is over;
The truth is, it’s only just begun.
"Back when I was a child"
maybe seem boring to some,
but if you listen-
You may be surprised how you will want to go back
to a time when we could play near the creaks
and pay five cents for a coke.
Life was simpler back then,
Back when;
This town was small and simple,
but it was home.
And always will be.

I wrote this listening to my grandmother tell me stories of her home town, she did not think I was listening... but i am sure glad I was.

#life #stories #childhood #games #south #oldtown #frogs #crawfish