Best Bunk Bed Poems

If you have not read my earlier ones, please check out the first in the series and see if you like the story. It will help this make more sense.

Ricky slowly sauntered up the stairs, as you know most little boys don't like going to...

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True stories are often the saddest, so go to another poem if you 
are afraid of this one.
Seventy-five years ago a Mommy died leaving a boy of two 
with her husband, a farmer.
The husband was a father, but no Daddy; 
he plopped the motherless child...

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Summer nights in Centerville, sleeping on the top bunk bed;
A transistor radio playing low, lying right there near my head.
The Big Red Machine was in their prime; those boys could sure play ball;
I fell asleep every night listening to the play-by-play of Joe Nuxhall.

I entered...

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A Ghost Story


"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied upon the old bunk bed 
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn to walk away

Once again she'd say "Good night"
And with one stroke, shut out the light
Night is what I’ve come to...

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"Goodnight my dear", Mother said
As I lied on the old bunk bed
"Don't close the door"
I used to say, as she would turn, to walk away

Once again she said "Good night"
And with one stroke, shut off the light
Night is what I’ve come to dread
So I'd slipped...

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When I was a young boy of about eight years old, we lived in a neighborhood, high up on a hill, on the outskirts of Charleston, WV.  Our house was built on a slope with a small front yard out to the street but...

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WAKE UP CALL

Our Navy boom box -
“Reveille Reveille ladies! It’s time to wake up!”
Never laid under covers,
took too long to make the bed.

Talk about a time table!
Never learned to eat so fast -
20 minutes,
no matter if you were first, or last
in line.

Exhilaration in passing written...

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Little Girl with Big Heart

There was a little girl standing in the middle of the street, wondering where she belonged and how does she get there. She was so young, small posture, small feet with no shoes. Her small hands held her teddy bear, but...

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 Hopped out early from his bunk bed
 Jumped into his old blue jeans
 Slipped his hand into his pocket
 Found enough change for a drink

 Put his tennie to the kickstand
 Hopped aboard his three-speed bike
 Smiled in great anticipation
 Drew a breath of...

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Strolling Down a field of green,
Blades so smooth and shrubs so preen,
The breeze it sounds so welcoming.
The sky covered in a hue of orange and blue.
A Paradise it seems. I thought this was true.

A face so brawn with mighty colours.
Blue and red with colourful others.
Waving...

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”Negative words can create a negative image of self; embrace negativity and let it be fuel to your inner positivity, to see self in a positive light.”

Quote _by Poet

For many years I struggled to see my self-worth,
Thought I was a useless piece of discarded trash.
My...

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Absolutely No Way

Affair that they has started out so splendid
Continued along as was originally intended
Until one day she happened to discover
He likely had been hiding another lover.

She was pretty like a purring little kitten
And made no sense for him to be admitting
That two lovers in...

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I had to dog-sit for my neighbor Ed,
A week I had to watch his miserable purebred,
And his list of rules were plaguing my head,
I hung on every small word that he said,
How “Baron” must be watered and fed,
Or else his precious puppy might just drop...

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I've just tasted the politics of the land
with the same tongue
that yesterday chanted political slogans
for a diseased bunch of shenanigans
driving the political wagon with an expired license,
I don't care if the first lady of Graceland,
who fell short of God's grace in her political quest,
gets a...

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Neophyte
What can I say the pot plants in the yard are fed tiny rain drops 
saintly tears of a girl rejected by the abbess to join the order 
because she detect a wild sensual abandonment behind eyes that,
 at first glance, are mirrors of chastity.
The...

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