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Best Hopscotched Poems


Unzipping My Sleeping Bag
The morning sun had not yet cut the forest
into shadow and light, and the gray mist of the coming
day fell from the autumn sky.
 
The creeping fog added its damp prospective  
to the Trees. Their visually poetic patterns 
were etched in red and yellowed...

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Categories: hopscotched, nature, autumn, morning, red,
Form: Free verse
Argh No More Medicare
ARGH! NO MORE MEDICARE!

A worst nightmare loomed large
notification courtesy Montgomery County
Assistance Office caseworker
implied medical coverage axed
I felt hammered, nailed, shingled out...
livid with rage
frenzied, harried, jarred...
railing away
fit tubby tied to train tracks
ready to kill myself!

Bajillion dollars for medications
yikes - anxiety/panic attacks
slated to return with vengeance,
no way...

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Categories: hopscotched, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Bio
Premium Member Tom and Sis Rock It-Nursery Rhyme
Tom and his sis hopscotched at the playground 
Like two kangaroos going round and round
Their hops filled with wiggles
Here and there, more giggles
Two sock rockets orbit and soon touch down

11/22/22

Children's Limericks Poetry Contest

Sponsor-Eve Roper

10/10/6/6/10

3rd...

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Categories: hopscotched, brother, fun, humor, sister,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Premium Member Ice Pick Bones
Old man winter slaps at the soul.
But my spade is smiling and sharpened.
I was born in Buffalo.
So, my bones are made from ice picks.
The heart pumps out rock salt by the bowl.
I've been through blizzards, chewed on black ice.
Hopscotched over downed power lines. 
Drank from...

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Categories: hopscotched, war, winter,
Form: Free verse
The Path To Least Resistance
The Path To Least Resistance - 
By: Sue S. Side

Amp pull ease just sparked insight,
I suddenly became aware,
(actually self actualization
came ohm to roost - dare
ring with mighty stir since this

Earthling orbited thru the atmosphere
back in time many a passing,
quickening, and rip snorting year),
how my current...

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Categories: hopscotched, 7th grade, age, cry,
Form: Bio
The Wellspring
I have a source, still:
a singular supply, once hidden to me
-- not lost, but unremarked;
yet as I grew in skin and mind
one day I found its secret space.
When I was young the well
was always in a dark country
where only I could pass,
and then as tourist...

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Categories: hopscotched, on work and working,
Form: Free verse



Peaks
Every Sunday, I'd hopscotch
to the top of the hill
behind your house.
Not because it was fun-
but because I knew you
would watch me-
and you watching
made my head dizzy
with laughter
so terrific and shattering
my ears would pop.

You used to tell me to
go pretend wherever I
wanted to pretend;
the world was...

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Categories: hopscotched, death, family, hope, life,
Form:
Argh No More Medicare
ARGH! NO MORE MEDICARE!

A worst nightmare loomed large
notification courtesy Montgomery County
Assistance Office caseworker
implied medical coverage axed
I felt hammered, nailed, shingled out...
livid with rage
frenzied, harried, jarred...
railing away
fit tubby tied to train tracks
ready to kill myself,
but dang, I ain't got enough funds  
to cover funeral ...

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Categories: hopscotched, 12th grade, absence, america,
Form: Free verse
Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania Circa Early 1970's
Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S

(just in time for end of summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)
intended food for thought indulgence. 

A boys' life aborted
miscarried golden opportunity
for adolescent romance to be courted.

Amidst a raft of fellow (Brandywine Valley
Y.M.C.A) resident campers
seething with hormonal secretion to canoodle
who, didst...

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Categories: hopscotched, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Irrational exuberance at respite from reading
Irrational exuberance at respite from reading...

(on a rainy May thirteenth
two thousand and twenty five)
as a balm against ennui
becoming engrossed, immersed,
and lost in space of orrery
regarding the universe created courtesy
Nora Roberts well crafted novel Montana Sky
perusing said realistic fiction
as if inebriated
with one hundred proof liquor
experiencing drunken...

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Categories: hopscotched, adventure, america, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things

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