1. Reflections in the Ripple In a pond, serene and still, Frogs perch on lilies, at their will, Their croaks ripple through the night, Echoing under the moon’s soft light. Amidst the reeds, they find their choir, A symphony in the marsh’s attire, Each note a splash, a leap, a dive, In their aquatic world,…
In the realm of ink and verse, Lies a frog unique and terse, Bound to pages, crisp and old, In a tale that’s often told. Never leaped in ponds or streams, Only in the poets’ dreams, Hopping through stanzas, line by line, In a world that’s purely thine. Rain has never kissed its skin, Nor…
As twilight drapes the marsh in hues of gold, Where reeds and water meet, stories unfold. A frog leaps softly in this dimming light, Its silhouette a dance against the night. Amidst the cattails, whispers stir the air, The evening song begins, a chorus rare. The frog, a minstrel in this twilight play, Croons to…
Beneath the willow’s gentle sway and shade, Where dappled sun through dancing leaves invade, A little frog finds solace, cool and sweet, In this tranquil, hidden, green retreat. Among the roots, where earth and water blend, Its days in quiet contemplation spend. The willow whispers secrets, old and wise, Beneath the watchful gaze of azure…
In a secluded nook where willows weep, Lies a hidden pond, so still, so deep. Here, the echo of a lone frog’s song Ripples through the night, serene and long. Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow, In waters dark, where hidden currents flow, The frog’s croon weaves a magic spell, In this tranquil world, where…
In a tranquil pond, where waters lay still, A secret world thrives, quiet and chill. ‘Neath the sun’s gentle kiss, lilies bloom bright, Cradling whispers of dawn’s early light. Upon a green pad, a frog finds its throne, In this hushed haven, it reigns all alone. Its croak a soft melody, under the sky, Where…
In the quiet of the meadow, under skies so vast and blue, Sits a lonely little frog, where the wildflowers grew. Tears like morning dewdrops, in his eyes they glisten, For his beloved partner, he can’t help but listen. Once they hopped together, in the dance of spring’s embrace, Leaping through the grasses, in a…
In the heart of the marsh, where the cattails sway, Lies a kingdom where the croakers hold sway. A chorus that rises as the day does wane, In the frog poem, each note a refrain. Emerald guardians of this watery realm, In their thrones of lily pads, they overwhelm. With a leap and a dive,…
In the velvet cloak of the night so deep, Where the whispers of the wind gently creep, There lives Froggie, in the marsh’s heart, Where the ballet of fireflies does start. With a hop and a jump under starlit skies, He watches the dance of the firefly spies. Tiny lanterns flicker, a dazzling sight, Illuminating…
In the shimmering cool of a man-made pool, A visitor came, a rule-breaking fool. A frog with a splash, in chlorine’s embrace, Finding himself in a curious place. No lily pads here, nor soft, muddy bed, Just tiles in blue, and pool noodles instead. He paddled with legs in a freestyle race, In this liquid…
