Some cool poems I like

When All the World Is Full of Snow
~ N. M. Bodecker

I never know
just where to go,
when all the world
is full of snow.

I do not want
to make a track,
not even
to the shed and back.

I only want
to watch and wait,
while snow moths settle
on the gate,

and swarming frost flakes
fill the trees
with billions
of albino bees.

I only want
myself to be
as silent as
a winter tree,

to hear the swirling
stillness grow,
when all the world
is full of snow.

Sunflakes

By Frank Asch

If sunlight fell like snowflakes,

gleaming yellow and so bright,

we could build a sunman,

we could have a sunball fight,

we could watch the sunflakes

drifting in the sky.

We could go sleighing

in the middle of July

through sundrifts and sunbanks,

we could ride a sunmobile,

and we could touch sunflakes—

I wonder how they'd feel.

Oliphaunt
Grey as a mouse,
Big as a house,
Nose like a snake,
I make the earth shake,
As I tramp through the grass;
Trees crack as I pass.
With horns in my mouth
I walk in the South,
Flapping big ears.
Beyond count of years
I stump round and round,
Never lie on the ground,
Not even to die.
Oliphaunt am I,
Biggest of all,
Huge, old, and tall.
If ever you'd met me
You wouldn't forget me.
If you never do,
You won't think I'm true;
But old Oliphaunt am I,
And I never lie.

jrr tolkien

Brontosaurus Poem

Garil Kredenser

The giant brontosaurus
Was a prehistoric chap
With four fat feet to stand on
And a very skimpy lap.
The scientists assure us
Of a most amazing thing -
A brontosaurus blossomed
When he had a chance to sing!

(The brigger brontosauruses,
Who like to sing in choruses,
Would close their eyes
And harmonize
And sing most anything.)

They growled and they yowled,
They deedled and they dummed;
They warbled and they whistled,
The howled and they hummed.
They didn't eat, they didn't sleep;
They sang and sang all day.
Now all you'll find are footprints
Where they tapped the time away!

I Saw A Little Girl I Hate by Arnold Spilka
I saw a little girl I hate
And kicked her with my toes.
She turned
And smiled
And KISSED me!
Then she punched me in the nose.

John, Tom, and James

by Charles Henry Ross

John was a bad boy, and beat a poor cat;
Tom put a stone in a blind man’s hat;
James was the boy who neglected his prayers;
They’ve all grown up ugly, and nobody cares.

There was a little girl

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a little girl,

            Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

            When she was good,

            She was very good indeed,

But when she was bad she was horrid.

Queenie

Queenie’s strong and Queenie’s tall.

You should see her bat a ball,

Ride a bike, or climb a wall.

(Queenie’s not her name at all.)

Queenie’s nimble, Queenie’s quick.

You should see her throw a stick,

Watch her saw a board that’s thick,

See her do a tumbling trick.

Queenie’s not afraid like me,

Of snakes or climbing up a tree.

( I think that’s why boys agree,

Queenie’s what her name should be.)

Leland B. Jacobs

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

Feelings About Words

By Mary O’Neill

Some words clink

As ice in a drink.

Some move with grace

A dance, a lace.

Some sound thin:

Wail, scream and pin.

Some words are squat:

A mug, a pot,

And some are plump,

Fat, round and dump.

Some words are light:

Drift, lift, and bright.

A few are small:

A, is and all.

And some are thick,

Glue, paste and brick.

Some words are sad:

“I never had ….”

And others gay:

Joy, spin and play.

Some words are sick:

Stab, scratch and nick.

Some words are hot:

Fire, flame and shot.

Some words are sharp,

Sword, point and carp.

And some alert:

Glint, glance and flirt.

Some words are lazy:

Saunter, hazy.

And some words preen:

Pride, pomp and queen.

Some words are quick,

A jerk, a flick.

Some words are slow:

Lag stop and grow,

While others poke

As ox and yoke.

Some words can fly---

There’s wind, there’s high;

And some words cry:

“Goodbye…

Goodbye….”