Best Early On Poems


Premium Member Early On

Early On

Sitting there alone in class
they said it wasn't cool.
He should not bring his bible
to read while he's in school.

The gave him detention
and they took his book away.
While he watched through the window
when the rest went out to play.

Then one day at home, at play
he was out collecting bugs.
He saw in the shed out back
his daddy doing drugs.

Mom and dad went their own ways
his life was filled with hurts.
Over time as time went on
he turned his back on church.

So many things that he would face
with so little understanding.
Life for him it seems to me
had become just too demanding.

New friends made no games are played
he turned his life to crime.
Until the day the law got him
and now he's doing time.

Other prisoners come and go
each going their own way.
But they gave him a bible
now he reads it every day.

Why is it that we never learn
until our chance is gone?
To give our children hope they need
while it's still early on?

Premium Member Childhood, Rising Early On Christmas Morn

Childhood, Rising Early On Christmas Morn

Christmas, lone ranger toys, and whole lot more
two six guns,  cowboy boots and silver skates
morn rising, racing to paradise shores
sweet childhood memories to celebrate.

Robert J. Lindley, 12-23-2021
Quatrain

Note:
My grandson asked me if I had written a Christmas poem for the children this year. I had not yet I told him. But then I sat down and composed this quatrain from a joyful memory of my own childhood.

Premium Member Christmas Arrives Early On Soup

Christmas is coming, our wallets will be getting thin
Come on guys its MONTHS before we let Santa in

So lets see poems about sunshine and having loads of fun
I don’t want a continual countdown about when Santa Claus will come!

Jan Allison
13th AUGUST 2014


For Beloved Pets Over

(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
 on Aug. 11.)

Over ~
Over 
The Bridge 
   where they go
To verdant eternal forests 
  and fields, 
To run and leap free 
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed 
With no hunger or thirst 
While waiting for us.

Premium Member If Not Early On, When

       Teach your son a trade
          one that’s light and clean
        Acquired skills rarely fade 
          if learned as a teen

         If you can’t teach him
           hire someone who can
         So, he will punch his own ticket
           once he’s a full-blown man

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