Best Activity Poems
"Such beauty"
"Such grace"
"Such wonder"
"Such waste"
That is what they said to me
As she climbed the forbidden tree
Some said she'd make it
Some said she'd fall
Some tongues stood still
As she climbed through it all
When she reached the top at last
She found the magic had just past
She climbed down
Without a fight
As people left
Saying they were right
As the leaves began to stir
I stayed there, waiting for her
As people fled
Leaving just us
She came to me
Saying, "It's not lust."
To prove her love, she climbed the tree
So now I know that she loves me
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
Eager frogs leap wide eyed on a vivid quest;
And blue snakes slither in the emerald bushes.
Tortoises and turtles do a slow dance with June,
As ruby-throated hummingbirds hum a sunny tune!
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The poem was removed, due to alien activity.
Area 51
By: PD
We left the camp all hot and hungry.
We were on a mission.
Through cracked lips I softly asked
“Are we huntin’ or are we fishin’?”
Orders said, “Cast the bait!
Use any lures we can employ!
Get your barrels loaded fast!
We’re gonna need hounds and decoys!”
He was said to be flying high.
He was on a majestic flight.
We started on our journey upwards,
but he was somehow out of sight.
He was proving to be an interesting prey.
We looked in all kinds of places,
from mountain tops to motel rooms . . .
There weren’t any viable traces.
Isn’t it odd for these two to couple
without a purpose or a plan?
Feathers are falling heavy now . . .
It’s past August and so he ran.
We got wet but we had fun.
That bird sure took a lickin.’
I wouldn’t have enjoyed it near as much
If I’d known we were huntin’ chicken.
Terrible tornados toppled trees tearing trenches through the terrain,
“Took my tonsils,” told Timmy Thompson, “like taking a tongue twister train.”
ACTIONABLE ACTIVITY IS NOW A FASHIONABLE PROCLIVITY
A paean to Rap celebrating criminal activities
And the audience screams approval of illicit proclivities
Guns and drugs,The Law are the subjects rattled on about
Of course "street Pro's" gawking on like loose lipped trout
This is the picture of where society has descended
To use a word I hate it's "cool" to be a criminal defendant
The Law is not to blame for the things people do
When screwing with the Law The Law will screw with you
You're the air that I breathe
The calm to my seethe
You're the love that I hate
The one perfect mate
You're the way that I move
I walk in your groove
You're the pill that I take
With all that's at stake
You're the love of my life
Though you fill me with strife
You're the cloud in my rain
Confusing my brain
You're the hue in my clothes
So that everyone knows
You're the hunch in my back
It keeps me on track
You're the word on my lips
The sway of my hips
You're the way that I live
Though it's hard to forgive
You'll be the way I go
For I love you so
A Summer Sight
burning white glare
forces squinted sight ~
sons squat by pool squashing bugs
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Sally young eslinge
(C) June 25, 2022
* We were told to people watch to draw inspiration from the outside world*
Public transportation
Is
My
Source for real world information
The
introverted Man across from me shuffles his ipod
His lips move to
Lyrics of an unknown cadence
Lost in a day dream
Remembering childhood fantasies
He is Battling with Lil Wayne, Eminem or even Drake
Or feeling the guitar sing when he’s playing with the Queen
Just an ordinary man, no one would usually take notice of him
But the crowds recognition, the attention, the admiration of women
This was the life much more suited for him
The Bright pink colour in his cheeks or his laughter rising to the ceiling
Would be much more captivating
Than his dreary grey scowl, hardened from societies disapproval
He looks back across from me
Almost apologetically
Poets weren’t meant to be spies
I looked him straight in the eyes and told him Never apologize
Your dreams are closer to you than you realize
Love yourself first, and that trust will seal your fate
Get some sunshine,
get a bruise,
play a game
that you might lose.
Go out fishing,
ride your bike,
skate the park
or take a hike.
Find some friends
and climb a tree,
try to catch
a honeybee.
Swim the lake
or in your tub,
watch the stars
or join a club.
Don’t just sit
inside all day,
if you must
then play with clay.
Build a blanket
fort with chairs,
help your figures
climb the stairs.
Take a break from
lights and screens,
read a book,
imagine scenes.
Don’t let summer
go to waste,
it will soon be
gone with haste.Get some sunshine,
get a bruise,
play a game
that you might lose.
Go out fishing,
ride your bike,
skate the park
or take a hike.
Find some friends
and climb a tree,
try to catch
a honeybee.
Swim the lake
or in your tub,
watch the stars
or join a club.
Don’t just sit
inside all day,
if you must
then play with clay.
Build a blanket
fort with chairs,
help your figures
climb the stairs.
Take a break from
lights and screens,
read a book,
imagine scenes.
Don’t let summer
go to waste,
it will soon be
gone with haste.
I love how he acts all tough when he's around me,
But when he texts me, he calls me baby.
I love how she used to kiss me,
But now she's different.
I love how you used to mean everything,
But now you don't mean a thing.
I love how I used to care so much,
But now I don't care at all.
I love how people change,
But how they don't really change at all.
Dripping words so sugary,
light and fluffy insincerity
Laying it on drizzling thick
with a butter knife tongue
Caramel verbal plums ... yum-yum
You got red cherry cheeks,
dispensing vanilla frosting tasty speech
Blowing out mint bubblicious charm
when you start cinnamon chewing your gums
Sweet Alabama apple pie breath,
full of caloric ingratiating death
Syrupy vowels not good for my financial health
Always got something
Cheshire cheesecake slick up your consonant sleeve,
a box of squiggly ... messy, gummy worm candy
A plate piled up high with excessive flattery,
so obvious,
anybody with Ray Charles eyes they can see
A bunch of chocolate covered marshmallow baloney,
suspicious cooking superfluous activity
All designed to thoroughly impress me,
and infiltrate my personal treasury
But I ain’t falling for the fake pastry bake,
zero doughnuts is what your pockets ate
All yours plans fell flat ... smack dab
in the middle of an upside down devil cake
It's a place of much activity
where so much is done to cook
everything is all handy nearby
every menu is found in your book
Nowadays there are many health rules
so strict that all must be spot on
a real change to the days of yesteryear
having a character that's never gone
There's a guy who loves the kitchen
especially washing the dishes he loves
full of soapy water in the basin
keeping his hands soft not even rough
So many utensils are kept there
the cutlery, plates, and all the rest
everything to make really good food
high expectations from every guest
Keep the windows open for sure
let the fresh air come right in
take away all the steam out
never forget to empty the garbage bin
(Just some thoughts on the kitchen's activity in many a home, the guy in verse 3 are me as have to own up to love doing the dishes. )
I hate the way there's silence
When I ask if someone's there
I hate the way I'm empty
Left to just sit and stare
I hate the way I'm lonely
When I shouldn't have to be
I hate the way I'm hated
Thrown down on my knees
I hate the way things have gone
Completely taken off course
I hate the way things are going
My screams leaving me hoarse
I hate the way I'm sitting here
Writing down my pain
I hate the way no one cares
I have nothing left to gain
I hate the way I write your name
When I write something down
I hate the way my dreams aren't safe
I wake up with a frown
I hate the way people judge
Their rubric far from fair
But most of all, I hate the way
You think that I don't care
One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
Angered mother
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very, very wrong
In captivity we, devised an escape plan
To sneak out man!
I mapped a simple route
To the front door, where we’ll scoot
Easy going down, the wooden stairs
Forgetting what was really fair
Together we sneakily, started down
Towards the frustrated, warden zone
Remember the third step, is a little creaky
Now, without regret, sneaky
Quiet
Softly
We
Crept
Mom was cleaning the floors
Tip toe towards, the front screen door
All clear of sisters
(In a whisper)
Easy, does it, Scotty!
Quit laughing!
Then, I slipped and lost my footing
Hitting every step going
A loud noise
Swearing
You can bet
We don’t need those toys!
(You can stop whispering)
Uh, ah, oh!
She had to know
Hearing her drop her cloth
Scotty started up the stairs, intimidated by the boss
To the top
Then gave me a brother spot
She doesn’t play fair
What, the, sweet, summer, grounded over the tears!?
Is going on out here!
Sending an energy, with summonsing fear
I will put my foot, up both of your, mischievous, misbehaving butts!
She took off her, fogged up glasses, and went a little nuts
Someone is getting this smack!
Scotty, get back!
Abort! Abort!
Little bro
For the team, you know
Out the bedroom window!
Don’t forget to, remove the screen
Remember what happened to me
Seen me plunge before, but never made it, one more
She’s now picking up steam!
Scott, you can do it, with ease, just slowly lean
I’ll take the rap
You can count on that
What did I tell you, two!?
Alan!
This, just, won’t do!
Then everything stopped
A Scotty flash and, dropped
Right past the living room window
That a boy!
Brother
Conqueror
She must have seen him, in my eyes
Yelling, she turned to cry
Scott!!
Stop!
You go get your brother!
In one long mutter
Now, she was really, starting to get bothered
She made me go get him or she’d tell father
Then she sent us back, to our bedroom
Doomed
Ok, this, time, we’ll…