Teddy bear poems
This week I found this lovely poem about a teddy bear on Facebook wish I wanted to share with you. The writer gave me all permission to share it and it brought me some founded memories about a website I hosted years ago with so much fun but had to close it for the high cost of running a website that time.
This poem made me think about how powerful and how joyful words can be
Now my heart and day time is with creating lovely teddy bears I think it would be nice I could add here a collection with poems about are lovely collector toys and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
When you are a poet and would love to share your poem here please feel free to contact me and i wil add it for you.
I WISH SOMEONE WOULD BUY ME
I sit here everyday, in the toy shop on the shelf
I’m feeling very lonely as I sit here by my self
I don’t have any friends, as the other toys had gone
There used to be ten of us, but now there’s only one
I’m just a little teddy bear, with a suite and tartan socks
I sit upon the shelf all day, inside my cardboard box
I have a plastic window, with a pink bow tied on top
I look down at the people, as they walk around the shop
I listen to them talking, as they pass the time of day
I wish someone would buy me, and take me home to play
I would love to have a cuddle, or a kiss upon the head
Someone to hold me close, as they tuck me up in bed
Someone to get me out my box, and squeeze me real tight
Someone who really loved me, and stay with me night
Some other toys for company, instead I’m by my self
No one need’s a teddy bear, so I sit here on my shelf
If only I was something else, like the toys across the way
Like the robot on the second shelf, he got sold today
Like the train that’s in the window, he move’s around the floor
But no one wants a teddy bear, with a ribbon, anymore
I could have been a football or a doll with long blond hair
I could have been a battleship, but I had to be a bear
Why was I made, a teddy bear? In a suit with tartan socks
I’m feeling really sad right now, as I sit here in my box
My shop is called the toy-shop, so if you’re ever round this way
Would you please come in a buy me, I’d love to come and play
I don’t know what the towns called, but the countries on my box
You will know it’s me, when you see, my suit and tartan socks
Well it’s time for me to go now, as they’re cleaning up the floor
They’re turning all the lights of, and they’re closing up the door
The rooms gone dark and silent, and I’m sat here in my box
Just looking though my window, at the toys and mega blocks
I wish someone would buy me, I would love someone to hold
I’m such a lonely teddy bear, I’m so sad and very cold
But wait a minute what is this? their opening up the door
Their turning all the lights on, and their walking round the floor
They’re talking to a lady, and she’s pointing at my box
I think I heard the lady say, the one with tartan socks
The man has got a ladder, and he’s looking strait at me
I don’t know what he’s doing, as it’s very hard to see
But the ladders been extended, to make it really high
He’s climbing up the ladder, and I think I’m going to cry
Hello there little teddy bear, this is your lucky day
This lady’s come to buy you, and take you home to play
No more will you sit here, upon your shelf a lone
So come with me, and you will see, your brand new box free home
He got me of the shelf,and the lady hugged me tight
She told me that she loved me, and I would be all right
She told me that she’d take me home, then kissed me on the head
She said she’d give me cuddles, and she’d tuck me up in bed
She told me that she loved me, and I didn’t need my box
She said she loved my little suit, and she loved my tartan socks
Then she hugged me one more time, and then she took me home
She said from this day for would, you will never be alone
And now it’s time to close my eyes, but first I have to pray
Dear Lord of the teddy bears, I thank you for today….Amen.
© Written by Tracey Curtis
My Teddy Bear
My Teddy Bear
I have a little teddy bear
Who’s always there for me,
When I need someone to talk to
He listens quietly.
He doesn’t get mad or yell
Or ever put me down,
He never gets jealous or envious
And never has a frown.
When I need a hug he’s there
Waiting with open paws,
His eye is broken, his arm is ripped
But I don’t mind his flaws.
I love my little teddy bear
With his cute little face,
And if we were more like
Teddy bears the world
Would be a better place.
My Teddy Bear was getting old.
My teddy bear was getting old
I showed him to my dad.
The threads that made his mouth were gone.
My teddy looked so sad.
His round dark eyes were crooked
His button nose hung down.
It made me cry to look at him,
My teddy, soft and brown.
A jagged hole showed stuffing
Poking through a long one side.
And I hugged him oh, so gently,
So it wouldn’t get more wide.
When daddy showed my mommy,
She fixed him up like new.
His button nose was tight now,
His mouth was smiling, too.
His eyes were side by side again
Just like they used to be.
And when I sat and talked to him,
He could look right back at me.
She pushed the stuffing in again
Then sewed the hole with thread.
And when I went to sleep last night,
He was with me in my bed.
You know that someone loves you
By the little things they do.
At times like this, it means much more
Than saying, “I love you.”