Best Mud Puddle Poems

Mud Puddle Muddle

Why must mud puddles always be
Just sitting there in front of me?
Calm and still in sunlight’s flash
Inviting me to make a splash.
And why do I, though dressed for school,
Just wade right into this muddy pool?
To make mud pies and muddle muffins,
A make believe...

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He simply could not resist,
The mud puddle he could easily have missed.
As he carelessly tripped into the middle,
The bottom of the puddle he kissed.

He could not have had more fun,
As into the puddle he would run.
Now mudcovered head to toe,
There was no place for the...

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white, Sunday dress
on a clean-faced girl ~
black mud puddle...

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looking into that puddle
reflection of my dirt covered face

slipping and sliding
in that mess of my life

no holding back
what I need to say

no way out of 
this bubble I'm trapped inside of

i can't see out 
but you can look in

seeing me fall
seeing me break

you cringe in...

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Mud Puddle 

Has life handed you a kidney stone, Old Timer?
Does the world treat you like a dead gnat in it's oatmeal?
Some days, do you feel like a mud puddle in an ocean?
Do you sense that you are as insignificant 
as a bee fart in...

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I stepped in a puddle
of mud. It was in a rut in
the road. 
It splashed on my pant leg and
I couldn't clean it up up by hand.
I was angry. I wasn't too much hurt.
Today. I came back. The sun had been
shining and now it is...

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Tap. Tap. Tap.
My shoes start clicking
In a mud puddle, at first only the edge.

Stamp. Stamp. Stamp.
My lacy white Sunday school socks are getting all spotted now.
With pure mud puddle glee.

Jump. Jump. Jump.
My legs have splashes of water up to my knees.
What a wonderful day to...

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When its going smoothly and purring along
like a Maserati on a silky autobahn.
I'd like to live a long life, like a bristle cone pine.
Bathe in the moonbeams of infinity
throttle down the Rolex of father time...

When life's slings rocks at the soul,
I want life to be...

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Looked in a mud puddle and saw a witch.
She laughed at me. The mean ‘ole crone.
I was not happy certainly not amused.
Her eyes were as dark as a cave without light.
She crooked her finger and tried to speak.
I ran as if bowels of hell were...

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