Best Hangout Poems
it's been a while since I last felt alone yet happy
The sun dances in the sky, and I smile for such beauty only is of God
At times I find myself deep in thought to a dreaming point even
It's kind of funny that I hangout with my shadow it is my favorite poet
A part of me who will not change it's heart towards my mind
A romeo speaking of truth and beauty, a lover of women and whom they are
Women the flowers of Gods garden, all with their own uniqueness
I knew of love once, she promised her heart would never turn
But just like that her heart not only turned but felt for another
Words call and break on rooted feeling but dry on shallow ground
She sprinkled color into my life, I lived only on black and white
Good or bad, but she showed me hope and faith, how to dream
Verses flowed and passion grew I loved her more than anything in the world
I only feared not being at her side, death herself had no grip on me
Events came to be that shaped today, everywhere I look she's absent
I never got the chance to tell her from my soul I loved her
A part of me died since I last seen her, yet I don't feel empty
Memories of what once was still linger past my mind and heart
Maybe someday I will cross her path again and I will smile
Today she's happy and I stay away for she deserves this God given joy
Because of what I once felt for her I died to her her long ago
It brings tears to my heart that I too let my heart turn
I once believed in true love yet my heart proves this otherwise in my spirit
She once said you can love one without being with them I realize this true
I don't know why I am writing of her, if all I feel for her is compassion
I pray to never see her again, and even tho I run into her now and then I see her not
All I see is a person, the woman I once loved so dearly got buried with my past
Perhaps putting it all behind me for good is what is best
Let the sun dance and my soul rejoice that my heart no longer feels but sees
It was the Main Street hangout for the teenagers of its day.
For a nickel they could dream as they heard the jukebox play!
Wispy white metal chairs surrounded tables topped with glass.
(There were secluded booths where lads could woo their lass!)
From the tin covered ceiling hung a fan with its whirring blade,
And arrayed along the soda fountain were the tools of the trade.
Symmetric white and black tiles covered the spotless floor.
A gleaming steel and marble counter completed its bright decor!
Presiding over all was a guy oddly named the "soda jerk."
Clad in impeccable white, he took great pride in his work.
He was a wizard at his craft and when his sorcery was done,
He'd whipped up a heavenly treat that couldn't be outdone!
A Hamilton mixer, scoops and ladles were the tools of his trade.
In a trice he'd make a root beer float or some tasty lemonade,
Hot fudge sundae, banana split, soda or strawberry shake,
Cherry coke or any such concoction you'd ask him to make!
The "soda jerk" did his duties with consummate skill and grace,
Always with a ready quip and a contented smile upon his face.
Fast food joints or drive-ins today do not have that elegant flair,
That yesteryear's soda fountains and ice cream parlors had to share!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
In an obscure night
I heard a noise between the bush
It 's all dark , but the moonlight
is the torch in the blue sky
I heard a noise between the bush
there is a wall , but I am kitten which fights
the darkness and pushes
the paws into the wall up high
there is a wall, but I am a kitten which fights
its fate to go up above, not as a spy
but as the butterfly that is all blue
which can be invisible as she flew in the blue sky
its fate to go up above and not a spy
this is what makes the kitten hang out with no clue
the blue butterfly is the guide
to nowhere, but it is stick to it as a glue
to see what the moon above is to hide
this is what makes the kitten hangout with no clue
going to nowhere, as the oceaon carries it with its tide
its favorite color is as the butterfly and the ocean are blue
The blue butterfly is the guide
Going to nowhere,as the ocean carries it with its tide
It survives from the ocean's deepest darkness it flew
The kitten is the only creature which wouldn't mind
To roam the world alone,following no clue , but only the blue
You're sorry that you're late?
I have been waiting all day,
And now that you've finally shown up
That's all you have to say?
Whenever you wanna hangout with friends
I understand, really I do,
But you always expect me to drop everything
So I can make time for you
Everytime you "forget" to call
There's always some excuse,
Why do I forgive you every time
When I know there's just no use?
Do I not mean anything to you?
Because you sure act like I don't
It seems you know I'll always be there
Well, guess what? Someday I won't
What goes around comes around
I'm just waiting for the day,
Whan you finally say you're sorry
And I have the nerve to say.
I'm sorry that you're late
But I've found somebody new,
I finally just had to give up
I was tired of wating on you
Very Welcome Neighbors II
The Reticulated Woodpecker mates, made it through the winter……
…..offspring, one of each gender arrive with fanfare!
About one quarter the size of each parent, of course the female is the smaller bird…..Ohh, the splendor of the male sibling born with a complete fiery red-
crested head.
A set of a mini-mom and dad complete. Their parents hangout with them for weeks y
l
While they learn to f
And become self- sufficient.
The cozy nest they pecked open wide and filled with natures comforts the parents had prepared in the Winter atop a dying palm.
The lovely carved out safe-haven survived through the Spring…..compelled by instinct, the two Adult love-peckers go their own way…
…leaving their children behind in a familiar Patch of the woods with their home. p
o
t
The siblings have yet to stray too far. Gazing at the female as she searches A
what is left of the dead palm after the nest segment fell to the
Ground
easily snapping
off from all the soaking rains…
....The
palm now three quarters of its original height and rimmed with a rigid new opening.
I have my eyes on you two!
Every so often, my mind wanders back to the summer of my youth, where a specific memory awaits.
Having completed my first year at University, I’ve come home. My younger brother John, fifteen, seems all grown up, so different. He’s gotten taller but it’s more than that.
I'm surprised when he offers me a tour of his new ‘Boyz Only’ clubhouse. I almost wonder if he has missed me while I was away, likely not. The shell of a hand-me-down camper has been converted into a hangout. When I mention that he keeps it surprisingly neat, he snickers and reveals his stash of hidden girlie magazines, safe from the inevitable parental inspection.
I am impressed, and at the same time, I can’t help but feel like I’ve entered a time bubble, a door, a transition. On one hand, it feels surreal; on the other hand, it’s simply an honour to just sit here as a guest.
I talk to John about what it was like to adapt to life in the big city. He talks to me about his recent exploits and his adventures with his friends. It isn’t long before we reminisce about the escapades we shared when we were younger. In our pauses, we’re somehow cognizant that we’re one step closer to adulthood, to what we might call freedom.
In the past year, I haven’t thought much about home and our countryside fields. For me it’s more about what the future has to offer. But on this day, it’s tangible how John and I are setting out on different journeys. He is next in line to fly the coop and I'm sure he realizes it. As we spread our wings, it’s obvious that the gap will only grow.
This precise moment clings golden to me, ever so close to the surface of my heart.
at the forest’s edge
by the old baseball field
youth within reach
AP: 1st place 2024
Submitted on September 1, 2025 for contest 2025 POETRY MARATHON MILE 13 sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 1ST
Aylin
is all he thinks about
Aylin
is who he loves
Aylin
is the one he always wants to be with
Aylin
is the one whos better for him
Aylin
she will always lover him
Aylin
she doesnt like me for some reason
Aylin...
So why do I feel so aggrivated
I
lost him because of her
I
must push him away now
I
am scared because I will always want him
I
hurt when i spend five minutes with him.
I
messed everything up with him
He
can only tell me that ill find love one day
He
doesnt want to hangout with me anymore
He
will never love me
He
is so kind to everybody
He
is the one I cut for
He
is the one I live for
He
Is the one I yearn for
So why did I mess things up for us?
Yellow Catfish
The man who tells me he loves me is saying those same words to someone else. I met him on the internet dating site although I knew it was not right. Misery, company and I did it again. I got hooked by a yellow catfish of a man.
He sent real pictures from a camera for sure. Videos, hangout messages, and phone calls- many times four. I liked the accent in his voice. For once I believed I had made a good choice.
Until he asked for gifts like iTunes gift cards and such; did not waste time telling me how much. The sound of his voice matched that control sound. I was so glad he was not close around.
I felt him hold on trying to get all he can. Trying hard not to make a jealous wish. I realized I was being scammed by a yellow catfish.
I fell for it; I truly did. Even went out and purchased a wig. Took several pictures to his delight. Sent free online photos of couples making out in the
daytime, on the beach, but never at night.
This yellow fellow started to pull away from me. Realizing he was busted, he took longer to respond to my texts you see. Wisdom showed up as a dish saying I should never fantasize a jealous wish and I do not like yellow catfish.
Let’s take out our apron, girls
Jiggle and dance, do sizzling twirls
Long weekday-chores were done
Now, it’s time to have some fun
Leave for a while our weekdays’ trek
Spruce ourselves for longer break
Have a real fantastic party
Forget some worries, be happy
We, all girls just wanna have fun
Have hangouts ‘til the set of sun
We do need relaxation time
Good for our body, beauty and mind
We can go for nightlife
Movie, disco, not on gambling flight
But be good girls, always remember
Nice girls go home beyond wee hours
We, sometimes go on frolic
Forget work schedules, so hectic
Smile and laugh, give ourselves a treat
Forget those boys just a little bit
Boys out there are waiting
Eyes on us while we’re giggling
Leave them all drooling
Once and a while, let’s go shopping
We, all girls just wanna have fun
Have hangout ‘til the set of sun
We all need relaxation time
Good for our body, beauty and mind
June 29,2015 8.40 pm.
They agreed to go to their favorite hangout and cigars.
Once they were seated the waiter said that the restaurant had a deal on Italian wine.
In the beginning it was easy, turn the cold shoulder for a few days.
And that was followed by fantastic sex.
He loved to poker her and she carried her part.
But the children came and it was much harder.
They had a full house and the meanness .
The thing that bothered her most was his control issues.
And he believed he ruled over the family like a king.
She always peeked at his hands when they fought.
Whenever he was angry he would clench and unclench his hands.
He knew the relationship was over and he should have folded.
She wanted to lay all her cards on the table.
She had tried hard but when angry her face would get flushed.
They would rake in each others defects and the love died.
The high road was never straight and neither took.
He would raise past issues that were long dead and forget the progress..
He thought he was a stud but the children were his weakness.
He wanted to holdem but she wanted their best.
All she wanted was for him to ante up in the marriage.
They were both bluffing and the love weakened.
I want to confess as I have committed a sin,
Sitting idly in my emotional incapacities
Conscious that this is only television screen.
I see people being butchered like flies therein
Women being gang-raped in large degrees
I want to confess as I have committed a sin.
The school kids getting burnt alive within,
Due to the negligence causing short circuits,
Conscious that this is only television screen.
With mere curiosity I watch each of the scenes,
I want to cry, get angry but can’t, my apologies!
I want to confess as I have committed a sin
I am taught not to dwell long on any scene,
As I can view next day’s batch of goodies
Conscious that this is only television screen.
All of my emotions whirled into the screen
Getting a call for hangout from my buddies.
I want to confess as I have committed a sin
Conscious that this is only television screen.
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May 2, 2014
Form: Villanelle
Fourth Place win
Contest: Irritate Me by Charlotte Puddifet
When I was a mere lad, my Dad always cut my hair,
But as I reached my teens and became much more debonair,
To the bald-headed barber I whizzed in my old hometown,
Seated myself in his chair and plopped my quarter down!
I had never been a paying client at a barber shop before,
So I asked about that red, white and blue pole spinning by the door.
Said he, "It was a sign for barbers doing surgery in the olden day!"
At that I gulped, almost choked and turned a sickly gray!
Done with my hair, he'd shave my neck and brush on lots of powder,
And liberally douse my scalp with Vitalis - I couldn't have been prouder!
His shop reeked of pungent oils and stale tobacco smoke,
It was all I could do to sit there, trying to stifle a choke!
The town barber shop was a place to gossip and hear inane babble,
And was the local hangout for ne'er-do-wells and other idle rabble.
The risque banter invading my naive and delicate ears,
Gave me an education far beyond my tender years!
The tales I heard were of the local women, booze and such.
Though I had some inkling, I didn't understand all that much!
Had my dear devout Mother known what transpired there,
I suspect she would've insisted that Dad continue to clip my hair!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
When I first saw you
I never expected we would get this far
When we first did hangout
I never expected you to enjoy being with me
When we first went out to eat
I'd never expected you to take me to my favorite place
When I first came to your family home
I never expected to touch your hand nor
I never expected to of been kissed by you under the stars
When we went to the top of the world
I never expected I would want to cuddle you
When you first stayed over I didn't expect anything....
When we became a couple
I never expected that I would ever fall for someone...
But I did;
You.
Night Owl
While flying over a little new town
A nice friendly place called Hooters I found
It must have been opened for owls like me
For my large eyes to roll at what to see
A big building of large red stone and bricks
Full of big plump young good looking stacked chicks
A favorite hangout after sundown
Judging from all the hoots and other sounds
Tonight this old bird will give it a try
I will hoot the hoot and have some stir-fry
The nice environmentalist love me
Now I don't have to sit in this old tree
2/15/2016
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