Best Peas In A Pod Poems
They are two peas in a pod....this pair having fun
I can't help but smile, as I sit on the steps
by the old front porch, watching them romp
on the cool green grass, in the warm winter sun
This sunny little boy, with the gold in his hair
And his funny best friend, wagging a tail here and there
Their spirits are one, it is hard to divide them,
And their souls seem half child, half canine, combining...
Running the length of the yard as they play,
Jumping the jumps as if one and the same
Dancing the dance as they wear out their game....
Shaking my head, I must ponder the bond
It's no wonder instead ...., as they're both gifts from God
Squeals of child laughter, as loud as he can
A wag of a tail, like a circular fan...
If the child could wag and his dog could holler
They would gladly trade places, I'll bet you a dollar
Two of a kind, with spirits to spare
That can cause one to laugh or pull out your hair !
From my perch by the porch, I'm watching them play
Love is so simple, at the end of the day
Filled by these moments, these small gifts from God
Love is so simple, as two peas in a pod
Here is a sample, just watch it unwind...
Just as God made them...they are two of a kind........
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Two peas in a pod?
My April and me?
No, not at all,
I would not agree
She is all sunshine
laughter and light
I’m shrouded in darkness
too much like the night
She is artistic, outgoing
well read,
I’m the quiet, shy
redhead
But no matter what
my sister and me,
on one thing,
we’ll always agree
Our friendship is
tried and true
over the years
it grew and grew
deeply rooted as
Aspen trees
snug as a bug
a pod with two peas
Yes, I have to agree
though we are far apart
my April is closely
endeared in my heart.
Trudy Diane Rider
8-21-2009
For My sister April, I miss her.
For Nathan's contest
We were a trio, three peas in a pod
These days our encounters seem a bit odd
Trying times came and left me solo
Fertilizer for their friendship to grow
Reunited and feels so good
But things feel a bit different than they should
So many holes have developed in the past
Events I've missed from the line that I cast
Reminiscing of memories that don't involve me
I wish we remained the inseparable three
I try and pretend that it doesn't sting
When I find that I've missed most everything
But the truth is I'm scarred
My heart, charred
My presence to them, held little regard
It feels like a limbo
I'll never get that low
A bridge I won't cross and a place I won't go
Should I keep it inside
The nights that I cried
For the sake of my pride
Or admit I was lost
And the depth of it's cost
How I felt disposable, easy to toss
I was the glue that brought us together
They watched as I floated astray like a feather
Their lives moved on and left me behind
While depression and regret consumed my mind
But now they returned, just like that
I happily received at the drop of a hat
I wish I could free these memories of abandon
And be as honest and strong as the ground I'm standing
One thing's for sure
My intentions are pure
If nothing else, I'm more mature
two people together
they are so much alike
they like the same kind of things
like swimming or riding a bike
they share a closeness that's so special
and rare
when they out together others carn't help but look and stare
they fit together so well
they go together hand in hand
a quote that was once hard to understand
as people see their closeness
they agree and beging to nod
they just like two peas in a pod.
you met each other at turning points in your lives
many would call that destiny
you'd found out you both had so much in common
you then entered into matrimony
you were both from modest means
but the most important thing
is that you both had a shared love for God
on one accord like two peas in a pod
after leaving college you both went to work
an assumed leadership in a southern baptist church
but that was not the end of the story
because for you both continued to God the glory
one day you were blessed with a cute little baby
you called her Angel for she was a perfect little lady
then the Lord told you to pick up your staff and rod
for He had a new mission for His two peas in a pod
God sent you a vision He sent you a dream
you then received a request from a church named Berean
you were compelled to venture forth
the voice of the Lord told you both to go north
and upon following God's appointing
you both received another blessed anointing
the Lord gifted you with another precious baby girl
whom you proceeded to name Ariel
and now with your family situation complete
there would be other challenges for you both to meet
and as long as you both continue to honor and love the Lord God
He will be the strongest vine for His two peas in a pod
I thank God every morning we have met
for the fun we have doesn't have a price
and the love we have we'll never forget
we both love sweet and sour chicken with rice
It is true we are two peas in a pod
and we both know that life is never fair
and we don’t share the same belief of God
Having you in my life brought it some flair
I’m almost a decade older than you
I know now age does make a difference
I know my love for you is always true
Maybe someday we’ll have that picket fence
This is much more than a marriage my wife
This is the greatest adventure of life
He was country the farm truck type
Loved animals I'll give you no hype
She loved frilly clothes dressed just right
Loved classical music, opera, and seeing sights
Loved animals I'll give you no hype
She was vey feminine loved lace with all her might
Loved classical music, opera, and seeing sights
How could they become two peas in a pod
She was very feminine loved lace with all her might
She loved frilly clothes dressed just right
How could they become two peas in a pod
He was country the farm truck type
April this year
2009
Writing and posting
Wow, it's all going fine
Miss Gorelick, Miss Devonshire
Welcomed me aboard
Two lovely ladies
Wow, this Highlander's scored
But honestly
The feeling i received
Was very much more
Than i had dream-ed
The weeks progressed
As i wrote my poems
The comments by Carolyn
Had kept me going
As i wrote away
Topics and themes
Historical and nature
Subjects to me, supreme
As i read Carolyn's
And she read mine
Two peas in a pod
It springs to mind
Similar writings
And some even the same
Signals in harmony
Sailing the same plain
And look at us now
A collaboration couple
Our future in write
A poet double
Our poems together
Two heads as one
Look out for our postings
There's much more to come
My entry into Nathan Leccese's contest " Two Peas in a Pod "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/carolyn.php
It doesn't matter
How far apart we are
In distance and miles.
That we've never had
The opportunity to meet face to face
What I do know is that we are 2 of a kind
You're the start and end of my day
We complete each others sentences
We know when the other is sad
We share our most intimate secrets
You're the best friend I've ever had
We've never met; It's a shame
Or shared a cup of tea but
I wish you knew how much I've grown to
love thee, my friend
Whether by accident or fate
Everyday, I am grateful to
Have you in my life and forever I am praying
That the best always comes your way
The
fire within you
devours my hopeful
aspirations…I shiver
with freezing
hopelessness
Give me your heart
and let me fill it
with affectionate
bliss for eternity
Countless déjà vus
unleashes in my
brain
Don’t hang up the
phone – hang out
with me; don’t leave
me hanging in
downright distress
Why do you try to be
bring me down and
lift me up again?
We’re two peas in a
pod…we both yearn
for God’s healing
rain
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
making me taste
unfortunate appeal
and despair that's
beyond real - but
it's no big deal
*chorus*
Biting my fingers,
leaving scars of
shame…feeling this
shame without a
name…you hunt me
down like game…I
caught the cold in
my brokenhearted
soul of steel and
stone
I can’t be close to
you…you were the
ghosts of my past…I
loved you the most,
but I learned to
find the light at
the end of tunnel
I know…I can’t stand
living a life
without you by my
side…I live half a
life…you make me
feel whole again –
you’re my other half
and I feel empty
without your
touch…your warm
hands locking with
my own
Who’s waiting at my
front door – two
uninvited strangers
– Regret and
Remorse… I was lost,
but now I’m found –
I crumble
I crumble into sand
– I was once a
strong-willed,
unbreakable rock…but
now Tragedy has
proven me wrong all
the way
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
too hard to
comprehend or bear
*chorus*
I hate to say this,
but from the bottom
of my heart, I knew
you were hiding
something from me –
maybe it’s not meant
to be revealed
today…tomorrow, I’m
expecting to have a
word with you if you
would humanely obey
and cooperate with
me without picking a
fight – ruining my
self-esteem
An exact duplicate, my son Scottie and me
Can read each other's mind, three times out of three
Can get closer than that
Two real cool cats
He drinks caesar after caesar till I can't see
No matter communication
betwixt us askew,
spontaneity explains reason I dashed
off this poem for thee and thy beau
pattern ally conscious at obvious clue,
how overjoyed, (though a
self subdued exclude did dude) due
tuff fully feels beholden to
toil let past hateful indiscretions
jackknifing kindred luck,
and quite convenient
for me to eschew
avoidance behaviour (my specialty) etu
Brutus tangled with Popeye ignoring
sailor man turned beastie boy, no foo-
ling, sans spinach (spin age) of my boyhood
fighter, aye linkedin hearty genuine parental
affection culled forth
since your joyous birth,
ah how the years flew
and fierce determination grew
a strong vibrant young lady,
with BOTH brains and brawn, a hue
man... er woman, whose
heart could melt an igloo,
thus thy motive of this
very reformed gentile Jew
nary a whit of genealogy I learned,
hence this schlemiel lets
out eclectic Kathmandu
gestalt steeped, not the
least familiar about Semitic customs,
smidgen much less
than mine parents knew,
which deems yours truly cock eye loo
wee, perhaps this poem
not very a moo
zing to ye, yet
an extemporaneous whim
kindled this papa to write,
especially, when mother came home
exhausted, yet alight
with bubbling ebullience
at dazzling bright
unbridled vibrant warm
yawping zealous delight
displayed between thee,
our eldest daughter,
she (mother) burst with excite
ability, her frothing, gurgling,
and harboring flight
of fancy, thee, and respectable
gentleman from Puerto Rico
fit like a hand glove - and also
approximately the same height
no deterrent for me to gauge insight
and reckon both perfect
as day and knight!
We're off the charts alone! But we're
more off the charts together—a fact
that's evident and plainly clear.
Though opposites, they say, attract,
we are apart (but we adhere,
as two best friends who interact).
Each one more than one in a billion,
you and I rule the normal curve:
a point that's no sin or rude penillion,
but a blessing that we both deserve.
More than one in a hundred quintillion
together, we're the Federal Reserve!
We are like two peas in a pod,
with brains in quantum entanglement.
It's spooky how chance works, and odd,
how two minds so intelligent
can intersect in life. Only God
can be this good and benevolent!
Where is it written countries must be at odds
All part of the big picture all peas in a pod
Some feel inferior
But no one's superior
All part of the overall scheme, no one is God
Two peas in a pod…..
Two peas in a pod,
There they are one after another,
She whispers in his ear,
While he covers the other,
Two peas in a pod,
She mimics his every move,
Playing games “I win you lose”,
As if, they both have something to prove,
Two peas in a pod,
I am telling mom,
I can swear they have a love hate relationship,
What happen to my parenting guide or 24 hour hotline tip?
Two peas in a pod,
They will forever be together,
Plotting and planning to do whatever,
A terror for most,
For me a blessing,
My kids
By Deliverabeth Moore