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I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
Published: January 26, 2025
All for the kiddos
I am in speak but not in tell,
I am in whisper but not in yell,
I am in peel but not in bell,
And you’ll find me in spin as well as spell.
O, its bones may be colossal,
But the trouble with a fossil
Is that it doesn’t give a clue
As to the creature’s actual hue.
I just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.
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When my cat sleeps, he snoozes
Inside the laundry basket,
Or on top of a tree,
Crammed inside a shelf,
Add two times twenty-two,
To twelve and twenty more,
Take forty-five from fifty-five,
Add four by forty-four.
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If I was a flag
I’d be flapping and raising
If I was a star
Up high I’d be blazing!
You can go anywhere you want to. The biggest ride of your life begins in the light of our mind and soul. There is no fear, my dear, in a world of happiness. Any dream can come true. Fly with...
His belly's getting bigger,
And his hair is turning white.
His eyes shine and sparkle
Like the stars on Christmas night.

Perfect for both kids and adults at Christmas - great fun. Best wishes, Ann D Stevenson
On one mystic, magic night,
Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,
kids with bags of candy sweet,
roam door to door and street to street,

A cake with a lit candle,
Presents with ribbons and bows,
A bike with pink, glittery handles,
A little girl who grows and grows.

in Baby Poems
Sweet dreams my darling, the day is done.
The moon is here to say goodnight to the sun.
Gather your blankets and climb into bed.

I knit a baby blanket with cream and silver shot black, reprising the moon and the stars. Finding this poem to give with the blanket was perfect.
Famous Poem
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,...
I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
but one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
It's so great! I'm going to use it for a poetry contest in school.
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
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...
These words I say without a stutter:
I hate the taste of peanut butter!
In Reese's chocolate it may stay
But keep the butter far away.
My 11-year-old son recited this poem at his classical school, The Classical Academy, this past month. He has peanut allergies, so it was fitting that he chose your poem to recite. He recited...
True treasure is not found on ships, in chests of silver and gold.
True treasure is not ruby rings or jewels from long ago.
You don't need a treasure map to find chests beneath the sea.
True treasure is simply the love and joy found in you and me!
Love your poem! Moms are our biggest treasure. Children are a mother's biggest treasure. Thank you for sharing! I really enjoyed your poem!
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.

I've had many dogs in my life! Growing up as a little girl, I remember my father taking my younger sister and me to pick out our first dog. He was a terrier mix, and my father named him Spud...
My son, age 9, loves all things cat. He's currently taking a drama class and has to read a poem. This is the one he chose. I just hope he can make it through the poem without giggling. He...
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.
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...
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