Ribbits poems on Hello Poetry

Poetic T Sep 2014

And that was all another story,
Now bed my little eggs
As A Hundred And One
Little eyes shut tight,
  Night,
Night,
Eggs Sleep
Eggs Grow
Eggs we love you so
So they slept
Morning Shimmered
Like a blanket lifted
A Hundred And One
Eyes awoke
"Mum"
"Mum"
Above Bubbles frothed
With each
POP
POP
POP
Was heard faint whispers
Of a
croak
ribbit
A Hundred And One times
If didn't lose count??
Mother out of breath
Hopping,
Jumping,
"What is it my many children"
All at once
A TAIL WE DO HAVE
My little ones, that was the story
"Of which I spoke"
But I guess
A Hundred And One
Were playing spot the egg
And not listening to what
RIBBIT mother said,
You wait till tomorrow
My young
Now go out and play,
So they rushed and played
Till the glow in the heavens sank down
Beneath the ponds gaze,
Now bed my little ones
Growing up so fast,
As a hundred a one
Little eyes shut tight,
  Night,
Night,
Tadpoles Sleep
Tadpoles Grow
Tadpoles we love you so
Morning broke not as before
The racket from above
They awoke
A Hundred And One
Ran with tail between there legs
MOM,
MOM,
MOM,
All were afraid of the unknown
"Children, children"
She softly ribbited spoke,
"It is but water"
From up high and then
Drips from the clouds,
To down Below,
"Fear not my young ones"
She spoke,
And the day was noisy
And a mess did they make
But to bed early they went
An early morning
You all must wake,
As a hundred a one
Little eyes shut tight,
  Night,
Night,
Frogs Sleep
Frogs Grow
Frogs we love you so
And It was Just reached
Dawn,
She softly spoke
Time to wake
Babies no more,
You are grown up
!!Its time to go!!
"Go where mother"
"To the world beyond the pond"
Life is ever moving
And so you must move on
Be brave my little
Ribbits,
&
Ribbets,
For your life is just a
Hop,
And a
Jump,
Away,
Find your damp patch,
My Hundred And one
And then make it your home..
For you are not children ribbet any more.

James Rives Oct 2023

distance

she solidified the mist around my heart,
froze its vapors, shattered it, freed me. her quiet
green eyes speak loudly the volumes
that her voice feared.

there is deep longing in that greenness, and when i see it, i return it tenfold-- in praise,
lust, our conjoined humors.

dreaming of what could be:
a night at a lake-- mostly still, stirred only by chirps, ribbits, and croaks in dangerous proximity to our heat.
there is a picnic there, under a tree-- evergreen, stable, firm.
food, wine, ****, peace.

her beauty and kindness are now light
to me, for me, through me.

#friendship #love #friend #opportunity #poems #poetry #***

PoetFromAnotherPlanet May 2021

Remix of Reality

The tree is dancing and flickering
Like some computer glitch,
ANd the sound of fpptstops trail me,
Doors shutting,
Chairs scraping,
Dogs barking in an otherwise empty house.
I do not know how to sav myself from this
Remix of unreal and reality,
Just hiding blasting music
Trying to drown out the sound of someone trying to **** me.
The figurine of the pink power ranger rests under my pillow while I try to sleep,
Guardian, protector,
Save me.
I do not want to listen to my thoughts.
They hurt adn conjure things,
Enamored of death or a way out of this hell.
At night I dream
Of people stealing the earrings out of mye ears
And hundreds of people chanting my name.
No matter where I run, they call me.
Even hiding amongst the frogs brings no relief
As their Ribbits shout my name from behinf the bushes.
Save me from this hell, my mind.
I don't want to listen to it.
I don't want to die.

#bipolar #disorder #mental #health #thoughts

The Judge Oct 2015

Stuck in The Dark

I want to go to the light,
but all I see is the dark.

I do not wish to fight,
for my own heart.

I walk along these cobbles,
questions clouding my head.

Will my faith soon wobble,
and my heart turn to lead?

I can't see the light,
but I feel the darkness.

I will not fight,
this cruel mistress.

I walk for an eternity,
before I get an answer.

The answer is bittersweet,
from the crab of cancer.

I stared up at the sky,
and felt my heart.

I am the guy,
who will leave the dark.

I run down the road.
A fight brewing in my heart.

I hear the ribbits of a toad,
as the light overtakes the dark.

My vision sees white,
as far as I can see.

I have been shown the light,
and what I can be.

#dark

Mike Hauser Jan 2018

Tabitha Tadpole

Tabitha Tadpole can't seem to get it right
She has been a tad slow for her entire life

While all her friends are out playing leap frog
Tabitha has yet to see her tail fall off

All the ribbits that she hears makes it very clear
Tab can't seem get herself out of first gear

With all her friends time being spent growing shiny teeth
Tongues that slurp, lungs that burp, legs to help them leap

Tabitha finds she can only swim about
How to morph into a frog, she's yet to find that out

Though she's never lonely in her dark green slimy pond
There's thousands more tadpoles like her where Tabitha comes from

While all the friends that she makes one day hop away
As all tadpoles turn into frogs when natures call they all obey

All except for Tabitha who may never know The taste of fly's when they tickle the sides as they slide down the throat

Poor Tabitha may never figure it all out
And until then she'll continue to swim chasing her own tail

LeRoy Williams Jun 2019

Trivia drought

Question captive, When you know what to do but but burst the hook that jigs and jiggle the tin can causing fricking friction awsome enough to get merculues the loosliest juiciest tooth defied definition causing crime that rhymes to stain glais missions on mirrors. Enough is bread to the weak when your strong which in this case we are all strong enough, enough snooting shooting stars this is tooth decay before the week is over because Uh uh I uh do not give a **** about nothing less that you stand for for for the forthright because to night you might floss this zipper knowing zebragum has been sill street walker candy because you hell kittens can feel feelings and frogs. Yes frog ripping ribbits are here. and you well you and your banging pipe could flake my furry *** as a ***** chauf. And my dog ***** this ****** to go toadstool stepping Jason Dereulo is ******* grade A easy A freak leash grannies pull nylons on forth right Herculues.

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