21. Something's In The Closet
My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
My closet is booming, something's not right.
The moon is looming, shining real bright.
Shadows dance across the bedroom floor,
Slowly creeping towards my closet door.
If my world were made of chocolate,
I know what I would do.
I'd make a chocolate mountain
And share it all with you.

This lovely poem is very enjoyable and resembles one I made about candy land.
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The children on the block
Are playing with chalk.
Bubbles are flying around,
Popping when they hit the ground.
This is the best poem because I have summer stuff planned for me and my friends and it make me excited. Thank you for the poem.
Spring is here.
It's time to cheer
And observe God's tender grace
With flowers blooming to and fro
Great to read such a positive poem in the current dark times of Coronavirus. Thank goodness for the optimism of youth. Goof job Maddy.
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Dino, Dino, who will it be?
T-Rex, T-Rex, your roar ferocious and loud,
Standing on its hind legs, tall and proud.
This is very interesting because together with the types of dinosaurs their specific characteristics are mentioned. It might give children both joy and knowledge.
A cake with a lit candle,
Presents with ribbons and bows,
A bike with pink, glittery handles,
A little girl who grows and grows.

I'm glad I'm not a real boy
With proper feet like you.
Imagine if I had to put
A foot in every shoe.
Children's world is innocent, pure and beautiful. It is full of imagination. The adults who can identify with children and look at the world through their eyes make the world beautiful and...
Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.
I was honored to know this author's father when he was first born and celebrated many Christmases with him and his Mom and Dad. This poem made me remember the wonderful Christmases we had. I...
What if there were purple spots on a pig?
What if there were no burrows to dig?
What if the colours weren't invented?
All is well as it was established from the beginning and created by God. It's a good harmony in the world now. The poem is excellent and funny as well.
On one mystic, magic night,
Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,
kids with bags of candy sweet,
roam door to door and street to street,

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I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.

I love the humor, innocence and whimsy of this poem. But there's more here than meets the eye. If you look a bit deeper, you can see how we sometimes don't properly interpret our experiences,...
The world is spinning
round and round
while snowflakes are falling,
bound for the ground.

Mrs. Blossom was a witch,
we're pretty sure of that,
though she didn't have a broomstick,
wear a cloak, or pointed hat.
I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
Wherever there's lots of food,
That's where he'll be found.

This story is hilarious! Coming across this story, it reminds me of my fat cat, Ziggy, also known as Tubby once her grew. I would compare him to a lot of fat jokes, but apart from that, he's...
I wear it everywhere I go,
In the sun or in the snow.
It changes colors every day.
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Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

It's a simple yet great poem. We cannot ignore the importance of sleeping and dreaming. Dream big and try hard to achieve it.
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
and a smile became a frown.

Hello Anna,
I notice that you sent this message 3 months ago and want to apologise as I have been very busy in other areas of my life that my poems came to a halt for nearly a year. Things...
Yellow is beautiful
And kind.
Yellow tastes sour down my throat.
It feels like the warmth of the sky.
Please cover your nose.
You sneezed on Miss Muffet
and ruined her clothes.
You sprayed Mother Hubbard

The poem gives a good lesson how to behave while you are sneezing.
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