Best Hopscotch Poems
I saw God, so ... now what?
I wait,
standing in line
at the grand Hopscotch Game
holding the stone in my hand
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Hopscotch
Playing hopscotch is my favorite game
To play outside with my friends
We jump, we hop, we toss our rock
Until
one of us wins!
knobby-knee’d, toes that stop
bend and pick up
penny, marble, rock
outside chalk
on concrete, begging, for me to turn around
for one more try
I stare at the playground
Its been a long time since Ive been here
The hopscotch marks are fading..
..Once upon a time they were clear
but those memories are shading.
Alone in the cold,
thinking:
please bring back the old days.
For what is good today
was shunned upon yesterday
and night has turned into morning.
time is reforming
I dont like it, so i stare at the white lines on the gray concrete
I throw a rock and start hopping with moving numbers under my feet.
Form:
Frances
Twas the night before Thanksgiving
An’ all through the tenement
Mama was sleeping
When Big Dady came in again
And there in the night sweet Frances lost her innocence
Hopscotch in Harlem Summer 1944
"If I don’t win this time
I aint never going to play no more.”
Mr Fortune teller
Why didn’t you tell her
One day she’d be a WHORE
The girl tol’ her Mama she’d never be poor
Papa was around
But he scorned her
Mama was always down
But she tried to warn her
Papa blamed her mother
Said she was just too lenient
The child tried her hand at working
But selling love
Was much more convenient
Cleaning toilets pays ten cents an hour
Scrubbing floors pays a quarter
My guess is that Cinderella
Wasn’t written for her
Now she’s her own selfs employer
And Now she cleans billfolds
At least it keeps her out of the cold
Dropping her dress didn’t take her to the top
She told her Mother one day she’s gonna stop
And now and then she reflects
How she misses that Harlem Hop.
ROSS
And Misses Gypsy lady
You been passin’ out bad luck lately
He wanted to be an astronaut
But now trouble holds him
And it’s your fault
Cause you should have told him
Attorney trying to get him twenty-five
The judge wants to give him eighty
Aint a tree in sight
But it still seems shady
But whatever happens
He’ll always be Sadie’s baby
Looking back with sad refrain
Ross, why you wanna bring your Mama pain?
A number replaced his name
Bought a gun to make a score
Couldn’t stand another day of being poor
So he chose to rob the corner store
Headline said: Murder at Sunny’s
He wouldn’t have killed hm
If he had jus’ given him the money
Fifty years of time to spare
A simple dream that led no where
When they passed out Blues
He got twice his share
And now he’s livin’ in shame
But what he wouldn’t give
For one more game
Of that Harlem square.
“Ross, you better stop pullin my hair.”
Roman
empire reigns,
military
exercise game,
children
imitate soldiers,
mark
chalk grids ~
cast
tiny boulders
ancient
British pastime
Taking a short cut down an alley, I saw a gleam of sunshine,
It had dried the pavements so children could chalk hopscotch,
Small children to much older children all joined in together,
Throwing their stones into the right boxes so they could play.
How sweet it was to hear such happy laughter see bright cheeks,
The freshness of true innocence that would put adults to shame,
Running in this dark little alley way, the paving was cracked,
But they were all so very happy as they didn't know any better.
They are noisy and this time we will let it go and not complain,
To see so much joy in squalid surroundings makes a tear well up
Wearing hand-me-down clothes so thin ragged so badly neglected
From now if something petty annoys me I will think of hopscotch.
Ghostly giblets granting grinning gibbons grapefruit. But grapes were busy running down the road. Away they shouted away away. And at great speed they went down the roads. Escaping the giblets who cried out in anger at the escapees. The gibbons would not be grinning if they had no grapes for breakfast. And breakfast brought baboons as well so the mighty bar and grill of gib gob gib would be packed. The chefs speciality of freshly peeled grape salad and milkshake would be off the menu if the grapes were not apprehended. So they sent the strawberry cars to catch them. One by one the strawberry cars caught the grapes in little nets that were slid out of the wing mirrors using a remote control. Ha here they were. The giblets would be very very pleased. They returned to the gib gob gib and placed the shivering quivering grapes down in front of the giblets. One by one they were peeled and thrust with the leaves. The breakfast was a huge success. And caught the attentions of the gorillas who said they would try it the next day. As it was so it was and will is not wilting waving wavering nor waves either. Breakfasts bringing brilliant bakery. And a large oo oo a a from all the consumers. Haha xxxxx representationally z z z z
Form:
I paid the price for my mistakes, you don't know how much it cost
I may have scars, wounds, bruises and bloody clothes
But i made it through the Muddy roads
And I won because just Like in Hopscotch l was thinking outside of the box
I've been knocked down many times, but I got up each time
They say shoot for the stars, well I'm going to reach mine
You can only move forward once you understand what you have to leave behind
Two fingers up to everyone who doubted me and it's not a peace sign
Depression started a fight not knowing My right hand also has a strong connect
I found my way even when I took a few wrong steps
There is always another way around
There just isn't a way to get me to stay down
Those hoping for my Downfall, how long have you ever seen me down for?
Put it this way, while you're Celebrating round 3, I'll be back up to win round four
You lost your mind thinking you could beat me, but you found the floor
I've seen some people get so cocky that they begin to sound insecure
I've had depression beat me down until I feel empty
That's when I look in the mirror and realise I'm still sexy
I'm so out of my mind that the worlds best therapist couldn't mend my sanity
I just hope i out live all of my enemies, but i hope i get out lived by my friends and family
I paid the price for my mistakes, you don't know how much it cost
I gained scars, wounds, bruises and bloody clothes
But I carried on and made it through the Muddy roads
Because I'm always thinking outside of the box like a game of Hopscotch
There are children, O so sweet,
Playing hopscotch in the street,
Figures of worth and substance,
Priceless gems of innocence.
Playing is their daytime work,
Chores they must not ever shirk,
Reads to build literacy,
Studies that steer legacy.
Should be sheltered from fear,
That causes bad nightmares so drear,
Little minds struggling hard to find,
Resolves to doubts in their minds.
Pressures amongst their age peers,
Adolescents their weights bear,
Fortunate those in good care,
Love and security there.
Minds exposed to much info,
The good, bad, and ugly flow,
Through the air at speed of light,
Tempting young mind’s appetite.
May they last the thick and thin,
As the ages before them,
But leave stronger social spheres,
Than the present loose veneers.
hopscotch
taking turns
despite rain sprinkles
posted on June 12, 2018
"HOPSCOTCH WITH SOME SCOTCH"
there are times
when I wonder about
everything that has
happened, everything that has
put me inside
my current location in
life. when they
gave me air only
to drown me,
when the claws ripped
my life apart,
when the dirt was
thrown over my
casket with the lid
open, everything seemed
like it was fruitless.
here I sit
with these words. Here,
I sit with
the most glorious of
thoughts: I’m still
here, I’m still Chicano
Eddie and that
ain’t bad.
By: Chicano Eddie
8152017
As young kids,
we loved playing hopscotch.
Taking turns we would put big boxes on the sidewalk,
then jump from box to box for hours.
One day we took a can of spray paint,
now we have a Backyard Hopscotch.
The grass boxes look great in red,
it now matches dad's face.
I once tried hopscotch in reverse,
Backwards it went from bad to worse.
My hop was scotched,
My stone was botched,
I fell head over heels adverse!
Backyard Hopscotch is my thing, my favorite backyard game,
And today I was inducted in the BH hall of fame,
Nobody else is quite as good as me I tell myself,
As I grab my chalk and hopscotch rocks from off the hopscotch shelf.
I draw squares on the ground and throw a stone to number two
Then hop from square to square like a demented kangaroo
Some people say I'm crazy as I play it every day,
However, it's a game I always win whene'er I play.
I'm always by myself and so I never ever lose,
But soon I'll have to stop as I've worn big holes in my shoes.