Walking' down the street
I see something shining
at my feet
bronze and round
glittering in the sun
it's a penny
I pick it up and run
I know just what to buy
a 'lucky sevens' scratcher
and with my new penny
I try: scratch off
and win money!
$7777 dollars to be exact
picking up a penny is wise
and that's a fact!
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2007
As children life is just a game we play,
Learning new lessons as we live each day.
Year after year as we grow and mature,
We sense that there’s more than to just endure.
We must have a purpose and not just fun,
Something worthwhile to pass on when we’re done.
Something to show others we understand,
Encouraging words to be all that they can.
A guiding light as they live their own life,
Words that will help during struggle or strife.
Tell them of the common things that we share,
Demonstrate our love so they know we care.
Then pass on our truth as we say farewell,
Like teachers have taught us both show and tell.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2021
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Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance,
Skipping along an unmarked trail so unexpectedly,
Dared naught say out mumbled words offered without pure malice,
None receptive to my thoughts for a soulless oddity,
Passed a bed of sleeping lilacs, waits for a yellow sun,
Tiptoed throughout their yawning, sweet snoring scents fills the breeze,
Ventured on fields of greenery blades, tickling treats of fun,
Crept by a virginless dove, resting on her eggs well pleased,
Further 'neath a dark sleeping sky, bluish winds doth oft squeeze,
By mere chance, a valley filled with tall sturdy tawny teams,
Teeming with an assortment of life moored in a tranced ease,
Small amidst a magic forest of pinky pixie dreams,
Peaked interest motivate my steps, towards a grey retreat,
Stood and gazed o'er a whitish glow of mystic airiness,
A cool wind blows from east to west and tightens my intrigue,
Though a strange cloud grows around my being, pushed me to the test,
Forced to wake as I learnt 'twas but a dream of circumstance,
Of a dawning in a brilliant twilight hoverance.
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
Feelings flow when hands touch
attraction felt, love or friendship
Sometimes distraction, used when speaking
hidden from view, what is this action?
A Mother’s call, hold my hand
is it protection or keeping control
A Father’s hand ruffles your hair
showing his love and care
A shake of a hand when saying hello
another shake when saying cheerio
A girlfriend a boyfriend
when do you know?
Walking along, hands never letting go
feelings increase as time unfolds
A wedding arrives, greetings galore
shaking hands with some you do not know
The firstborn, trace face and nose
Fingers, an extension of hands well known
Despite your age, hands still hold on
fingers entwine, grip not letting go
Holding the hands of a loved one
In a two-handed grip, neither letting go
The grip then triggers thoughts
both understand the hidden content
Copyright © John A'hern | Year Posted 2021
Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.
To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?
What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.
Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’.
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season
Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.
A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.
So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.
Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
The semi-trailer sits at the farm,
a gift from your dad,
holding everything we own,
except some of our clothes,
and that of our sons,
Homeless, my pride beaten down,
humility or is it humiliation, it’s master.
Your pride is not a self-consuming
passion, the first of an
that I’m not the educator of our family
but a merely a student
learning at your feet.
Your pride is measured
in our sons, in our marriage,
our homelessness not a
defeat, but a mere fact.
Your own family’s past,
family falling upon family
during times of difficulty and duress,
defines what is important.
Shuffling between families’ homes
an inconvenience of love,
not acts of desperation.
As long as we and our sons are together
no longer is home narrowly defined
to structures above or below ground,
but only defined by relationship.
You are at home in our homelessness.
(c) 2012, Robert Charles Wagner. All rights reserved.
Copyright © Robert Wagner | Year Posted 2020
A dirge for the ancient and modern
Damascus a lamentations of the
Of the blood of the dying crying
'avenge me' like Abel of old.
Of orphaned children lost in the
war of adults.
The wounds of Damascus are so
grievous that has defied
Swallowing its young generation
etched in hatred and
Of ideologies that consume the
very soul of Syrians
This is a lamentation for the wasted
generation, of a gap
The city of Paul's crusades and
Of foundations of a hundred
Damascus ancient and modern
on the brink.
Copyright © Joseph Jeremiah Naye | Year Posted 2016
In my life's Darkness I look for direction and there you are
Shimmering ever so brightly my brightest star
I hold you with both arms as your affection burns my soul to a char
Embracing you tightly my brightest star
My affection will surround you like space where ever you are
Holding you gently my brightest star
I look into your deep Brown eyes straight into your core, I am surprised so far
By how much love I feel towards my brightest star
I am so incredibly blessed by the woman that you are
You will forever and always be my brightest star
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2022
The car I want.
Live the dream and own it.
Shiny, black interior that
Just can’t wait to sit in that seat
and take myself away.
Be somewhere else...
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Copyright © Sarah Hassarati | Year Posted 2020
The train chugged along the track
The ducks all said quack quack quack
The cows said Moo
And birds flew
Over the fastest train in the world
The ducks were swimming in the pond
The cows were standing in a field
The birds flew overhead
And they all said, said, said
See that train speeding on the track
The train track
Where's the train?
It passed by so fast
We heard a whistle and a blast
The cows mood, the ducks quacked
They all saw the fastest train pass on the track!
Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2019
I’m lighter colored, brown colored, “white” colored, WHITE.
You’re darker colored, brown colored, “black” colored, BLACK.
But WHITE brown colored or BLACK brown colored…
We’re all brown COLORED.
Comments: A short poem about us. I think we all have so much in common. FEEDBACK WELCOME.
Copyright © Noel Flater | Year Posted 2019
Covet those you love MORE than you think you have been doing!
Spoil them MORE until they tell you to stop, then do MORE!
Compromise MORE, yield MORE, be with them MORE, talk to them MORE,
get to know them better as you likely don’t know them as well as you think, sacrifice MORE!
Copyright © David D'Braunstein | Year Posted 2021
I went out with my dad today, to swim beneath the sea.
He took me by the hand and said ‘just stay right next to me’.
We stepped out to the water and we swam out on a wave,
I was nervous and excited but I tried to be so brave.
I grabbed his hand and looked below, my mask against my face,
I floated like an astronaut, just like in outer space.
At first I saw the ocean floor, with sand and rocks and reef,
and then my eyes beheld a world that seemed beyond belief…
Coral making strange new shapes with lots of little spaces,
and I could see all sorts of things were living in those places.
I saw some little Tiger Barbs, swimming ‘round an eel,
I couldn’t wait to tell my mom how great it made me feel.
Next, we swam to where the water started getting deep,
We came upon a turtle and we woke him from his sleep.
He turned to take a look at us and slowly swam away,
I hope I get to see him when I dive again some day.
There were so many creatures, so many things to see,
I forgot that I was swimming and simply felt so free.
I saw a pair of Goatfish, found a Trigger Fish, or two,
I saw a shrimp of red and white, deep in the ocean blue.
I got a little cold and asked my dad to go to shore.
He turned around and headed back and said to watch for more.
I was thinking we had seen it all when I finally got my wish;
to my surprise we came across a great big Puffer Fish!
He lumbered out of hiding and we followed him a while.
I wonder if he watched me back and if he saw me smile.
Well, we finally made it back to shore and on the sandy beach,
Excited that the ocean was no longer out of reach.
I can’t wait to go again, to see the fish below,
I think I’ll ask my friends next time if they would like to go.
Copyright © Cary Snowden | Year Posted 2018
low-key gems sewn in dainty frames
shrouded from the blinding flames
pearly beads enthrall languid eyes
sparkly lines pluck slumped strings
Copyright © Lisa YY | Year Posted 2022
This is a true poem,but is it true because the "one"who it is about might be "IN""THE SON OF PERDITION"? I WONDER. Donald Trump is the "Duse" in "The Republican Party"and The Duse is taking all!Donald is "Trumping them all"! At the very "Top" remains "Donald J. Trump,and "The Duse continues to "Trump " them all! Donald holds all four duces and throws one out each day,and takes it back as the game proceeds in play!!! Duces are wild,and duses "Trump All" wheather they be aces,kings,jacks,or anything when they are in play,and Donald Trump uses his four "Duses" to take the one duce back that he gave away!! Donald loves to "Play",and he is really in style,because "NO ONE" is beating Donald in "Duses are wild! Donald was a "Gifted Independent Republican Child"! Donald is part of the"Independent Republican Party",because he parties hardy,and now "The Republicans" are "The Majority"!!! They are partying hardy ! Donald Trump says that he has studied "Political Science" for only six months,and Donald ;Trumps,and Trumps,and Trumps,and he is leading all of his Republican contenders everyday,and in every way.His Democratic,and Republican contenders are career politicians who can "Debate" and win,but since Donald Trump took all the "Duces"away from them he is really "Trumping Them All!!! Donald is a "Gifted Independent Republican Republican Man" who "Towers" over them all,and Donald sits "Atop" Trump Tower,and belittles them all! Donald Trump is free to be whom ever he wants to be,because he realizes that he lives in a "Democracy"! Donald Trump is trying to be "The Best" that he can be as President,and his "Duty" is to keep "Freedom"from going into any kind of "Captivity"!!!! Donald is Trumping them all!!
Copyright © stephen crenshaw | Year Posted 2019
I went for an EEG
To rule out epilepsy.
I did all that they said
With discs glued to my head
While the checked out brains 'lectricity.
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2021