Best Patter Of Little Feet Poems

Pancakes for breakfast,
What a yummy treat!
Here come the children,
The pitter patter of little feet.

They gather at the table,
Their tummies are a rumblin',
Chattering and laughing,
Not a one is grumblin'.

Pass the butter, if you please,
Here comes the syrup now.
Mapley goodness trickles down,
From hungry little mouths.

"Thank you, Mommy"'...

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Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through no fault of theirs,
Nor judgement of their mothers.
Resentment, anger or any form of avarice
Does not exist on this beautiful avenue.

Tho...

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Sitting in the forest hidden from the sun
I feel the earth tremble by  deer on the run
Leaves flutter in a gentle breeze
as along the narrow path 
the running deer speed
then freeze in utter consternation
as they glance in my direction
Eyes wide with fear
for to them...

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I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.

Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run...

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"Write your dreams," Carolyn Kizer told us
in a long-ago poetry workshop in Paris.  I would 
like to, Yes, follow that instruction, but on wee-
hour trips (no pun intended), to the 'salle de bain' 
I describe as 'the patter of little feet,' I sit dazed,...

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My Special Gift


It's hard to see my life without my son
He's just three and already has a personality
My heart is full, just having him around
This child, a Special Gift of mine

~
His young character, a demanding and passionate one
The innocent questions, the changing facial expressions 
A...

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It was a Thursday the first time we "met"
Just like today except two score and three
Nearly two years from the time our eyes first beget
Who could have imagined what our lives might be 

The pitter-patter of little feet
The hurrahs of victory, the agony of defeat
Tears of pain and...

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T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Pitter patter of little feet were heard stepping lightly as a mouse
For they knew Santa was coming and were determined to sneak a peak
Maybe place a blowfish kiss or two upon his rosey red cheeks
Imaginations were...

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Santa, can you bring me a long forgotten smile?
Santa, can you bring me the happiness of a child?
Santa, can you just hold my hand and walk with me awhile?

Down memory lane we’ll wander, while Christmas dreams do rush,
Past our empty nested homes, we’ll whisper in...

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Moving with agile cat-like abilities
Using stealthy ninja skill capabilities
For even upon their sleep
While sweet dreams they do keep
It's time to kick it into overdrive
Though you only feel half alive
Toys are strewn in every room
Time to break out the dustpan and broom
Found some papers torn and...

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I heard the pitter patter of little feet I looked up to see my daughter looking so sweet!She 
said daddy I heard a story today before the starting of the Christmas play!It was about a 
man named Jesus that died for our sins then retuned...

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Voices screamed in the street as gunshots rang out loud. You faintly 
see the pitter patter of little feet as they run in fear through the 
street - of vapor clouds. I my self, was panic stricken, as I 
crawled through the street covered in...

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The floodlight went out
   Just about two o'clock in the morning
But little did anyone know
   That the attack was about to spring.

Being asleep in their beds
   No one had realized what to think
When the sound of a clang
 ...

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It upsets me how cruel people are in this world today
pictures show baked in dirt crying alone 
Having grow up tainted with killing and brutality 
in the streets bombs going off
Earth shattering noise as the ground trembles 
one feels a shaking underneath 
Scared out of...

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Bedtime is at Eight

By Elton Camp

Rearing kids can be okay
Yet, for bedtime, hooray!

A blessed interval of quiet
Before collapsing for the night

Especially for Mom, it’s a treat
Free from the patter of little feet

All the hungry mouths are fed
They’re clean and in their bed

Kid, get in your...

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