Home » Poems » Best » Full Of Mischief

Best Full Of Mischief Poems | Poetry

Below are the all-time best Full Of Mischief poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of full of mischief poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Full Of Mischief poems, articles about Full Of Mischief poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Full Of Mischief poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

New Full Of Mischief Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Full Of Mischief poems are below this new poems list.

View all new Full Of Mischief Poems

The Best Full Of Mischief Poems

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

The Wicked Witches - The Trine Style

~The Wicked Witches~
(Trine)


The witches gather happily under the moonlight
They're planning to fly in their brooms tonight.

They laugh and cackle full of mischief very loud
The wicked witches can be observed among the cloud.

Then they descend and have in the forest a big cookout
They invited some of their creepy friends there's no doubt.

The witches finished eating their bat stew and cackle with delight
Again they fly high in their old brooms among the dark cloud
While devilishly  plan to terrorize everyone before  the  sun comes out.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011


October.30.2016

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

In 2014 my family and I were privileged to be able to go on our second missions trip to Peru. The year before we had gone down with a group of 12 from our church, comprised of mostly young people, but this year it would be just my husband, 2 grown children and I. After about 10 hours of flying, we landed at the airport in Lima. We were greeted by the missionary and his helpers, loaded our luggage into a couple of vehicles and began our trip to the missionary’s home. Lima, which is the capitol of Peru has a population of over 12 million people and driving in this city can be a hair raising adventure, to say the least.

In Lima’s traffic
a person can learn to pray
for their survival.

On our first trip, we had spent all our time in Lima and her surrounding suburbs, but on this trip we had plans to visit Iquitos, a city in the Amazon jungle region and Cusco, a city and area of high elevation and home of the legendary Machu Picchu. Our first stop was to Iquitos, the largest city in the world that is only accessible by plane or boat. Cars are pretty scarce in Iquitos. The most used method of transportation is the rickshaw, which is basically a motorcycle with a cart behind it in which passengers sit. This open air form of transportation was a new and fun experience for us.

Hailing a rickshaw
negotiating the fare
and then we take off.

My husband was scheduled to preach a crusade that they were having at one of the churches in Iquitos. The people greeted us warmly, the worship was exuberant and it was very hot. None of the churches there have air conditioning.

Sweating a river
in jungle sanctuary
we praise God anyhow.

I told myself I would do my best not to use the restroom while we were at church. It’s just not the same as it is in America. However, there was one service where I just had to go.

Primitive toilets
sometimes do not have a seat.
Bring your own tp.

We enjoyed our time in services with the Peruvians, and after the crusade was over, we had occasion to do some sightseeing. We paid to take a trip down the dirty Amazon River to a small wildlife refuge. It was a peaceful ride down the river, and after about half an hour, we pulled up to the shore where there was a rickety wooden stairway that leads up to a small wildlife refuge. As we exited the boat, we saw several small monkeys coming down the side rails of the stairway. Much to my son’s delight, one of the monkeys came and jumped right onto his shoulder. These monkeys seemed truly happy and anxious to see who their visitors were. We found out that these monkeys, as cute as they are, also can be full of mischief. One of the little guys pulled a chopstick out of my daughter’s hair and tried to run off with it, but we were able to apprehend him and retrieve the article. I had my own encounter with a small imp.

Fresh little monkey
trying to lift up my skirt.
Missionary laughs.

As we made our way through the refuge, there were several animals that we were allowed to hold in our hands if we so desired. We all took turns holding a giant turtle, a toucan and a colorful parrot sitting on a limb. All of the animals there have been thoroughly cleaned up and have had parasites removed from them. I also held a sloth. It was not what I was expecting.

Stiff, sanitized sloth
much like a furry backpack
held near in my arms.

Before we returned to the city area of Iquitos, we planned to make one more stop. The missionary told us that there were groups of native people that live along the river that ran around very scantily clad or sometimes naked. We weren’t at all interested in seeing that, but the tour guide on the boat told the missionary he knew of some native people that were not like that, and he could show us where they were. He took us to the spot, we got off the boat and started walking towards a large hut that was in the distance. For some reason, my son was ahead of everybody else in a group, and when he reached the hut, he went inside. That tour guide must have fibbed. My son was mortified.

A primeval hut
filled with half naked women
he quickly exists.

Once we had returned to Iquitos we took a walk through an open air market. Just one look at the filthy hands of most of the merchants let us know that we would be playing Russian roulette with our health by eating anything here. We came to one particular vendor where we just stopped and stared for a few minutes.

Grub worm on a stick
regional delicacy
I think I will pass.

Near the end of our Peruvian trip we boarded another plane for our flight to Cusco. Cusco is a region of Peru, and there is also a city by the same name. We were told that where we were landing the elevation was 11,000 feet. . As soon as our plane was on the ground, I could feel the difference.

Landing in Cusco
one thought dominates my mind.
I need oxygen!

The next morning a taxi that was scheduled to pick us up came and dropped us off at the train station. The train ride to Machu Picchu was about an hour long, but it was scenic and pleasant. After exiting the train, we got on a nice, spacious tour bus which would take us the rest of the way there. All I can say is that Machu Picchu is absolutely breathtaking. I can certainly see why it is now named as one of the new Seven Wonders of the World.

Oh my, what splendor
Machu Picchu in person
Photos can’t compare!

I might mention that the elevation is around 7,000 feet at Machu Picchu, so I had no problems breathing during our visit. There is so much more that I could say, but I will end my recollections by saying that this was a trip of a lifetime, and I was so blessed to be able to experience this with my family. I will never be the same!

The people, the sights
of our journey to Peru
live within my heart.

7/27/17

Submitted for Foreign Travel Contest sponsored by Thvia Shetley

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Cat Tales in the Glaring

Put purring sounds around me, yes, I'm the apple of your eye.
Your furry form is always warm, your purr is a lull-a-bye
Arms and legs entwine us, so strong, Mime and brother Sy 
around a dreamy place we lay and picture summertime.
Me and Mama [Molly] cuddle with our wee Tom cat
like balls we bounce and then pounce 'till Mama tells us scat!  
The glaring's* full of mischief rivalry and combat,
Circle round see what we've found, it flies, why it's a gnat!
Round we go till dinner time, then back we go like that 
The bosom warm, the cuddly form of our sweet Molly cat
Sun up, sun down, this is the life of Sy and Mime cat-lets.


*group of cats is referred to as a "clowder" or a "glaring",a male cat is called a "tom" 
a female is called a "molly"...I named the girl Kitten Mime ;)

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

YOU

YOU 

I think of you on a lonesome night,
 When stars are out shinning bright.
 Your silly grin full of mischief,
 Never failed to make my heart skip a beat.


Minutes, hours, days have gone by,
 I think of you and sigh.
 Time heals all wounds they say,
 Time is irrelevant for a love gone astray.

Wherever you are, I wish and pray,
 May you be happy and true.
 Wishing on some lonesome night
 That you are thinking of me too.

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

You're the difference

In my life that’s sad and lonely
Full of mischief and misery
You came like a bright neon light
Flashing colors to my delight

Just thinking of your pretty face
Heart’s beating fast like in a race
But when we are not together
Our love, will it last forever?

At times of grief or happiness
You’re by my side in willingness
Pleasant thoughts of you in my mind
I know someday that I will find

My whole being I offer you
Please accept it for it is true
And in all of your innocence
My darling, you’re the difference

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Melancholy Memory

A bouncing puppy,
So cute and full of life,
A small cuddly bundle
In my arms…

A naughty young dog,
Fails dog training classes,
Full of mischief and fun,
He’s my boy…

Loves to be cuddled,
Treated like a baby
Indoors; but when outdoors,
A wild thing…

Personality
So strong, mind of his own,
Never a dull moment
With Paddy…

A huge lump appears,
The vet gives him some pills,
Buys precious extra time,
Rest In Peace…

For Constance’s Melancholy Memory contest, using her Melancholy Form

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

A Touch of Wonder And Delight

A touch of wonder and delight
make this day very bright
A lovers wish or sensual kiss
the tender things that I shall miss


A child’s smile and twinkling eyes
Full of mischief and surprize
A flower opening up its petals
Precious stones and polished metals


Smiley eyes, shinning bright
When I whisper something right
Deadly silence all around
When I’m acting like a clown


Romantic lovers on the beach
Slowly walking till they reach
The splashing sound of the waves
Bright white cliffs, old rock caves


A sudden burst of joyful laughter
Someone running from disaster
The lovely smell of fresh cut grass
Someone falling on their ***



Life is full of joy and pain
Teardrops falling in the rain
Sudden laughter, sudden death
This is it, my last breath



What I learned from this life
I tried to teach my darling wife
It’s the little things that make you happy
It’s your turn to change her nappy



So just be thankful for what you’ve read
Cause tomorrow you might be --------
enjoy your life, but please don’t boast
As this was written by a ghost

Copyright 25th July 2013

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Neighbours



...for Larry and Mary


Sun's a risin', critters stretchin,'
trailer park's a comin' to,
on my way to Mickey D's
for coffee, boy, I'm missin' you!
Papers puddlin' in the driveways,
guess we had a storm or two,
belly's grumblin', heart's a yearnin',
crusty-eyed and feelin' blue.

Windows leakin', curtains drippin',
we are sure not weather-tight,
walkin' stiffly 'til I'm supple,
cravin' you with all my might.
Passing by a yellow homestead,
Mary beckons me inside,
coffee with a neighbour sure beats
'have a nice day,' as your guide.

Larry's tendin' to the cats, I swear 
he loves 'em like they's kin,
three are heathy, full of mischief,
fourth one needs some doctorin'.
Not only coffee, but some bacon,
hashed browns and a mess o' eggs,
community, and gracious livin'
set this boy back on his legs.

She won't let me leave without
a great big hug, a kiss, a treat,
and a pack of cigs from Larry
make my gloomy day replete!
I'm still longin' for my sweetheart,
phantom kisses, hugs and such,
but with this couple's downhome carin'
it don't seem to hurt as much.

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

He Left Us Stuck Outside

 He Left Us Stuck OutSide
He  Knows No Fear  

A simple new day, forty years ago, 
reddish hair and chubby cheeks little boy, 
full of mischief, *****, always on the go, 
playing innocent pranks, he was pure joy.

I had not seen it coming from a six-
year-old-boy. He flashed a perfect white smile; 
something told me he was up to his tricks, 
with that giggle I knew within a while.

He stepped out, locking the door behind him,
with no way of getting back in the house.
He grinned, in spite of the flashes of grim 
on my face; we sat waiting for my spouse. 

The spirit's lead without any glances,
he flies knowing no fear taking chances.

8/16/2017

True story, he always has had a way to always make me smile. Never was able to punish him for his pranks.. As old as he is, his poor wife and kids now suffer. 

Contest Name: ' STUCK ' 
Sponsored by:	Sara Kendrick

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Hazel eyes

Many praises and beauty in side the eyes.
With cleverness and no big deal is when you notice her lies.
Her eyes turn a little bit darker and full of mischief.
When cornered she can twist and play you like a thief.
Smiles and her giggles take you to a dream world.
It automatically sends you down to the ground curled.
Her eyes turn green as a storm to come.
When she erupts you feel so dumb.
Then the colors go back to hazel eyes quickly to change side.
When she feels happy her eyes turn bluish like the water and tide.
I sort of sit their and try to understand.
How one person can sort her feelings that bands.
I was curious one day and took a chance.
I looked into her eyes those hazel eyes for the longest glance.
I kissed her with romance with no awareness.
She did the same and I did not feel any careless.
Her feelings were conceptual that there was a rule.
She and I were trying to figure out if we should be together.
Her promises and gentle word assures me that we are better.
Her wondrous eyes that keep guide me through her mystery.
She touches my hand and feels the amount of history.
Hazel eyes of my life full of surprise gained me happiness for that moment in time.
The ways of passion, romance, love, and most of all trust is no longer a crime.

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Neighbours

...for Larry and Mary


Sun's a risin', critters stretchin,'
trailer park's a comin' to,
on my way Mickey D's
for coffee, boy, I'm missin' you!

Papers puddlin' in the driveways,
guess we had a storm or two,
belly's grumblin', heart's a yearnin',
crusty-eyed and feelin' blue.

Windows leakin', curtains drippin',
we are sure not weather-tight,
walkin' stiffly 'til I'm supple,
cravin' you with all my might.

Passing by a yellow homestead,
Mary beckons me inside,
coffee with a neighbour sure beats
'have a nice day,' as your guide.

Larry's tendin' to the cats, I swear 
he loves 'em like they's kin,
three are heathy, full of mischief,
fourth one needs some doctorin'.

Not just coffee, but some bacon,
hashed browns and a mess o' eggs,
community, and gracious livin'
set this boy back on his legs.

She won't let me leave without
a great big hug, a kiss, a treat,
and a pack of cigs from Larry
make my gloomy day replete!

I'm still longin' for my sweetheart,
phantom kisses, hugs and such,
but with this couple's downhome carin'
it don't seem to hurt as much!

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Michelle's Song

Michelle’s Song

Beautiful baby girl
You came into this world with a smile 
On your face
Such a joy to be around
A happy baby with her own special song

Michelle’s Song

Red bouncy curls 
A sweet lil’ toddler 
So full of mischief
Making everyone laugh
Even if it wasn’t in front of you
We never knew what you were going to say 
Or do next

Michelle’s Song

The red curls turned into brown
Still bouncy as ever 
As you grow your cute curly sue looks 
Have changed so much
The cuteness is almost gone
In its place is a beauty queen
Yet still just as sweet
I always said you would break some hearts 
Someday
And as I am sure you already have
It is no wonder as 
Who can’t help but fall in love with you
Especially when they hear your song

Michelle’s Song

I love watching you grow
Even while I want to keep you small for a while more
I know I will always see 
The same Michelle 
Who we love dearly
As your beauty inside and out 
Makes us all smile 
Laugh and so much more
All the same things that make me want to 
Sing a long to 

Your Song

By: Jean Shular

For Michelle, we love you and that will never change
Just we will always sing a long to your song

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Some Smiles

Some smiles appear begrudging,
With the lips a zippered slit,
As if somebody were judging
If they’d part a little bit.

Some smiles seem quite ironic,
Slightly turned up at the ends
And though possibly demonic,
Still, some happiness extends.

Certain smiles are full of mischief
And it’s mirth they do convey,
Like when cookies bake, one bliss whiff
Tells us joy is on the way.

Other smiles are shy and quiet,
Not quite certain if they’ll stick,
But if someone else will buy it,
That will often do the trick.

But the best are smiles so sunny
That they light up someone’s face.
Those are worth much more than money
And not easy to replace.

You can always gauge a smile
By the eyes, the lips, the teeth
And determine what the message is
That’s hiding underneath.

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

YOU Happy version

I think of you on a lovely day,
When the sun is out shinning bright.
Your silly grin full of mischief,
Never fails to make me laugh even under the sun's heat.

Minutes, hours, days have gone by,
I think of you and smile.
Time heals all wounds they,
Time is irrelevant for one to start anew.

Wherever you are, I wish and pray,
May you be happy and true,
Wishing that on a lovely sunny day,
You smile and think of me too.

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Me and My Cove Curled Phantom

We race through the night
Our minds intertwined
Brazen abandon
Our only design

We swoop through the air
Her fine feelers quiver
A shooting star flares
We gracefully whirl

My hands on her back
I feel her deep purr
Tingling my skin
And stirring her fur

I feel her thoughts
As she feels mine too
Full of mischief and warmth
As excitement breaks through

Encouraging each other
Temptation is bliss
Daring to continue
We dive through the mist

Skim over the lake
Fresh liquid so cold
Reflecting our grace
Wild and uncontrolled

The stars light our path
Like a million fireflies
Melting into eternity
As we glide through the skies

Details | Full Of Mischief Poem |

Santa Claws

SANTA CLAWS
By Roy Merritt

Johnny was a mean boy 
He grew meaner every day
He grew meaner and meaner 
Despite the holiday

Christmas was just ‘round the corner
Music filled the air
Smiles were on every face
Kind words were often shared

But Johnny was full of mischief
He often gave one pause
And it was upon that time
We warned him of Santa Claws

“Oh I’ve heard of him!” he said
“A fat guy dressed in red
Who gives out toys to little kids
While flyin’ ‘round in a sled.

He comes down the chimney
His bag by his side
And all for milk and cookies
A bargain few would abide!”

“Oh no not that one!” 
I spoke up there and then
“I’m speaking of his brother
His noxious evil twin. 

Now the nice one
The one you spoke about
The one you hear sometimes
With the “Ho! Ho! Ho!” he shouts

He’s pretty much a good guy
Thinks givin’ toys to kids is keen
But not to the bad ones
Who work at being mean.”

“So?” said Johnny. 
 “Don’t mean much to me!  
I don’t really believe 
In Santa Claus you see!”

“Well go ahead and take your chances.” I said.
“Go ahead and think they’re lies.
But don’t come cryin’ to me 
When Santa rips out your eyes!

When this Santa comes to see you 
He’s apt to leave a mess
Cos’ you see he spells his 
Name Santa C-L-A-W-S!”

Best Full Of Mischief Poems | Poetry

New Full Of Mischief Poems

The Best Full Of Mischief Poems

The Eyes Have It

Aunt Clementine

Where Did She Go

Little Long-Legs

A TRIBUTE TO ROBIN WILLIAMS

The Wicked Witches - The Trine Style

Kitty Cat and Christmas Tree

grandparents

PENITENCE

THE WHORE FROM FARIDABAD

Our Second Trip To Peru

Cat Tales in the Glaring

YOU

You're the difference

Melancholy Memory

A Touch of Wonder And Delight

Neighbours

He Left Us Stuck Outside

Hazel eyes

Neighbours

Michelle's Song

Some Smiles

YOU Happy version

Me and My Cove Curled Phantom

Santa Claws