An exquisite fluttering butterfly
Lands atop a large sunflower,
It was said to be a monarch;
Was this the only one of its kind?
But what had become of the rest?
A truly sad state of affairs;
What happened to the monarch?
*Please consider reading 8 Ways You Can Help Save Monarch Butterflies from One Green Planet, so you can learn more about the desperate plight of these beautiful creatures.
Drawing curlicues on the page
Just passing the time away
Charming flowers form and seem to sway
Long stems slowly evolve into tall trees
Then I color everything with paint
and allow myself to dream.
Now it’s a masterpiece in a frame
So I hang it upon a peach-colored wall
Above the floral living room sofa
Now my creative dream is a reality.
(from Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 572-Write a double poem…)
Riding in a humongous double-decker bus
Really made me want to put up a fuss
My mom forced me onto this crazy old contraption
And now I’m having some kind of nervous reaction
This is the biggest automobile on the street
Truth be told, I feel like a big freak
Is everyone out there staring at me?!
I hope this super embarassing ride ends soon
Because this hideous bus makes me feel like a buffoon
Now the scrawny Indian driver just turned up the music
In fact, it sounds like it came straight from Egypt
Once this old clunker stops to let me off
I’ll do everything in my power to avoid getting back on!
(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write a travel poem…)
Jules traveled merrily across the sea
In a blue-green ship of massive proportions
His long journey led him to meet
A giant purple octopus the color of the ocean
After this experience, he sailed to Barcelona, Spain
Where pesos poured from the sky like rain
The next stop on his list was Paris, France
He purchased pink roses from a man named Lance
Then there was a small library in London, England
Here he read exciting books of adventure and daring
But no matter where he chose to travel
The best places to go were fondly imagined
All he had to do was use paper and pen
To head to places he’d never been
After all, nothing was more exciting
Than making up stories for everyone to read.
A trio of silvery-hued mice
Sang a happy little ditty
While grandma sat in her favorite seat
By the way, the temperature was 120 degrees
In the middle of the small town of Guthrie
Although she didn’t even notice the three
After all, they were standing so daintily
Underneath the cream-colored eaves
Beside grandma’s steaming chamomile tea
On top of a side table decorated with a vase of daisies
Now each one slowly began to sing:
“La da da da deeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Still, not one soul heard their melodic pleas
Of course, except a few stray bumblebees
Who’d just wandered in from a nearby oak tree
Just then, grandma started to sneeze:
“AHHH CHOOOOO!!!!!”
The trio of mice scattered and so did the tea
Well harrumph and fiddle-de-dee!
(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write a missing poem…)
Someone really needs to investigate
The case of the missing keys;
They aren’t sitting in the junk drawer
Nor are they atop the mantelpiece;
They’re certainly not on a peg next to the door,
And they’re surely not resting in deep pockets
Or even floating in the nearby lake.
You see, there’s a missing person case,
And these keys are necessary to unlocking
This disturbing mystery.
(from Writer’s Digest Poetry Prompts: Write a rules poem…)
Darla plainly enjoyed breaking the rules
Consequently, she did so at school
So her classmates thought her a fool;
Other times, there were the library nooks
Here she’d leave an enormous mess of books
So the librarian thought her a crook;
One day, Darla broke a big rule
She stole a pair of department store shoes
So the fancy company decided to sue;
This problem caused Darla much distress
She felt truly sorry for her offense
Now she believes following the rules makes sense.
Large, tan dragon wings appear gradually into view
Above a horned head of a golden hue
The creature soars past high cliffs and dark crags
Above a sparse desert valley, it’s long shadow drags
A blue-gray sky is filled with massive clouds
Faced with a fierce storm, the dragon is proud
The great beast sees it’s sizeable lair up ahead
It glides swiftly then lands with it’s wings slightly outspread.
Being left out
Was never easy
Ostracism is
Like a Disease.
Paintbrush dripping with various
Colors of the rainbow
They splatter the easel
Pink, purple, yellow, green
Falling down like tears
Or avalanches of emotion
The artist thinks creatively
Oblivious to the outside world
Every splotch is meaningful
Yet the shapes are indiscernible
Are they flowers or clouds?
The mysterious purpose of the artist
Will never be solved.
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