Best Gregarious Poems

Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we...

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Fragile Fabulous Finessed Fragrance
Luxurious Lavish Lasting Loveliness
Overwhelming Optimistic Overture
White Wintry Whimsical Whisper 
Elusive Enamored Enchantment
Relentless Romantic Rhythmic Reverie
Stunning Sentimental Sensuous Seduction

Absolute Adorable Addiction
November Nightfall Nurtured...

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When I was young, an urban lass, and not gregarious,
I’d never dream of speaking to a stranger on a bus.

I’d sit, demure, my eyes downcast,...

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AND YET?

If one short word could describe Betty, it’s fun
Gregarious, though seemingly loaded, falls short
You’d have to hear her laugh,
Have to see that lovely face...

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I am part of a display team
we don't practice, we all just know
to twist and turn together,
as we put on our aerobatic show.

This display is...

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Cunningly swinging
On the trees of life
Playing his pranks
Winding up the wife

Enjoying every challenge
Using his brain
Owning it. Bossing it
Playing the game

He's a Chinese Monkey 
- a...

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Alone in my office
after a full day of teaching
I sit
catching my breath
looking at the picture
next to the phone
a baby girl
poses for the camera
big grown eyes
chubby...

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Our path, sometimes grows arduous with bends and twists.
Trials of life keep tormenting us and others.
It's miserable to watch or endure such suffering.
But despite all...

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Hold your fire
Let your sharp tongue retire
When to the fore sneaks your ire

Increasing carelessness danger
Thinking in your mind you’re an indomitable ranger
Although in your own...

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My words are not poisonous
I have a spider in my mouth
They are neither venomous
I rest a forked tongue between my teeth

My words are lovers
They sentence...

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What’s all this
Nonsense
Inch tapes out
Everyone measuring distance
They call it
‘Social distancing’
Never heard
Of any such thing
After all
Man is gregarious 
He, she and us
Add to it
That one more...

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Poet.

People find me loyal, softhearted, gregarious, and an intellectual.

I was born the third eldest of ten sisters and two brothers. 

I love my husband, our...

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I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too...

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Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.

Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.

Some little bells can echo a jingle
that...

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    There sat in opulent xanadu, the 
 demagogue of empirical hedonism, 
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:

gregarious, restive, much-awaited...

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