Poems About: FROG

It's twilight time and the night creatures are bidding farewell to the day.
The birds softly chirp as they're rocked to sleep on branches a breeze makes sway.
The crickets and katydids compete with the frogs in a musical marathon.
And the bull frogs add their bass guitars, trying to read more »

Waterbug's sundance 'pon lily pad floor,
twirling like Merlin while gathering spores,
naive to advances, a little green frog,
guilefully leaping o'er rushes and logs. read more »

The frog by nature is both damp and cold,
Her mouth is large, her belly much will hold;
She sits somewhat ascending, loves to be
Croaking in gardens, though unpleasantly. read more »

It was his mother,
wearing petticoat
and powdered Camomille,
at tea, with Frau Charlotte. read more »

The full moon hangs suspended in the sky.
Its mirror image in the lake below.
A rising trout send ripples tinged with gold
racing madly towards the reed fringed shore. read more »

The marshes fireflies open there wings and flutter about
The crckets chirp there siren call
The cattails dance joyfully in the warm wind
The frogs get ready for bed read more »

Distant whispers,
Echo and flitter,
Round us like moths in the night. read more »