Best Play Around Poems
Child
God’s gift
Cries or Smiles
Loves to Play Around
Innocence
Flowers
Many Colors
Smiles at You
Lights up the Garden
Radiance
Bird
Flies high
Flaps its wings
To reach the stars
Dreams
Ants
Work Hard
Walk in Line
One behind the Other
Team
Lantern
Gives light
Shows the Way
I found the Path
Serenity
Temple
God’s Abode
Hands Fold Together
Pray for Well-being
Faith
I had a cat, a large one
I thought I loved the cat
The cat thought he loved me too!
Then, one day,
They took the cat away
The cat, with the bassinet, the little furry presence
And Sameeha’s science club chapstick
And I thought I was kissing scientific a book cover
Where he is artistic in a beauty in the other way, rare.
It was a cat. After all, it was just a cat
It had the nicest jacket ,
with hoodies on,
the cat used to sit on time,
the cat
And it had the fish, tummy time, happy face, and everything first time
For I never yearn to come back! For there, to chime!
It is just a known type of pain that I knew for far too long!
On a question paper, pm time, departmental too
Dealey Plaza, are you keeping right on the still unresolved Elm street?
Heavenly God , do you play around heavenly to utter Godsay, is your slip
Where you do not know usually after or before the strait the gate
You never knew Jack Ruby and you never knew Oswald
So you never knew other than too much other than, Please, other tall!
Kids do not understand how losing works
perhaps they don't know what endeavor means.
Some coaches play around with youngsters' minds
by setting goals which cannot be achieved.
While winning is important it is true
does winning mean one never needs to lose?
Such thinking sets a child at odds with life.
The game of life consists of ups and downs.
The loss one feels today can be the spur
which makes tomorrow's win mean so much more.
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spirit grass
wind wanders through
invisible bison graze
raise dust devils that flirt with larks
buzzing insects in the air
swirl dip rise into the sun
swishes almost whispers
play around ears
not quite within range for words
ghosts less than clear
more than shadows, skydance
green blades reach
between the bones of children
grandmothers, mothers, wise men
sweet red blood fed the roots
a time ago
A love letter to mother nature
Nature's fury bellows
Reminding all exactly who's in charge,
Aggressive and noisy wind, mother's
personal thug, acting all big and large,
Though, for all her wrong doing and her faults,
she also does a lot of good, like the beauty always shown,
Filling this world with such awe and wonder,
I have quite a few examples of my own,
Daffodils start to poke their heads out after their
yearlong nap, perfect shades of orange and yellow,
The branches of ancient, wise trees
made to frantically smile and wave hello,
Graceful, beckoning hills ripple throughout
the land, expanding for all to see,
While excitable rivers splash, dance and play around
their rocks, gushing towards the sea,
From melting sunsets, gorgeous
blends of magenta and peach,
Skies filled with sparkling stars,
I so long to stretch my hand out too reach,
Although our mother may sometimes be callous and fickle, causing immense torment with storms and quakes, She also generously gifts us rainbows, forests and other sources of magic, despite how much she takes,
So when you're feeling like this world is nothing
but misery, pain and people's constant drones,
Just try to remember, every once in a while,
to take a look up from your mobile phones.
You said things you didn't mean.
His feeling you hurt.
But he never listens to what you have to say.
Trying to wash dishes, it just gets to you.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Here he goes again.
You don't do anything, he says.
Yes I do, you say.
What? What do you do...
get on the computer?
watch t.v.?
play around? he shouts.
Homework, you say while fighting back the tears.
Trying to make sure I have a better life, you say.
What you need to do is clean, he says.
Is he for real?
Would he really rather me clean that make sure I have a better life?
Is he mad?
Finish the dishes, he shouts.
But you - never mind! you say.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Dishes done.
Now walk away.
Almost there.
Shut the door.
Now you can cry.
Wait a second.
Someone is at the door.
He walks in.
Daddy what do you want? you ask.
This is my house and I can do whatever I want, he shouts.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just take it and shut the door.
No.
Don't take it.
Fight back.
He shouldn't make you feel this way.
Daddy you're not being fair, you say.
You never listen anymore, you say.
What are you doing?
Are you mad?
This is your father you are talking to.
No.
You are not mad.
Its time he knows how you feel.
Stand up for yourself.
Fight back.
Let him know how it feels.
He walks out and shuts the door.
You look him in the eyes as he leaves.
There is so much hurt in them.
You finally made him feel how you feel.
And yet, you feel like the bad guy.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
But you can't help it.
Let it all out.
Cry.
Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
as they hold in a picture stilled that looms,
unchanged but not for lack of a broom;
school books, pads and pens, and bookbag piled high,
uniform dress, blouse, and blazer on the bedroom floor,
shoes plopped in the corner still untied behind the door
covers tossed on an unmade bed, pillow puffed against the frame,
a waking dog with ears alert and a wagging tail ingrained;
I can easily dust and sweep the memories stored there.
The dim light of an old candescent lampshade bare,
shadows of my grandmother rocking in her chair.
Four o'clock as the cuckoo bows,
chains straining the weights up and down,
a baloney sandwich, a glass of milk, she sits waiting
at the small kitchen table, her rosary praying.
Bouncing in the door, hurried and ready to play around,
the smile rises on her face as she puts her knitting down
and with a hug and kiss, she takes me in her arms
as I struggle hurriedly pulling away from her charms,
anxious to go out and play
as she asks, what did you learn today?
Sit, eat, tell me of your day
and I rushing through every thought I could say,
full mouth jabbering of this one and that at school,
today, I've learned the golden rule,
family and the love they give
are all you ever really need to live.
I wish I could go back for just a moment in time
and relive those wonderful memories sublime
now gone
and pushed in the corridors of my mind.
War News
(Hospital Bombing)
Miracle Man
October 25, 2023
Much broadcast news tends to border a lie,
when the truth fits much better I oft wonder why.
Much news has a slant meant to benefit a view,
some dig through the archives airing it as new.
Too many choose to play around with the truth,
but changing one fact makes it all an untruth.
In order to air first many grab a story and run,
Others repeat and find later the story was spun.
Attention Defeceit Hyperactive Disorder
Split the letters out of the words
You get ADHD out of them
Let's take a closer look
Find out another meaning
To the condition.
A is for achiever
Accomplishments with honors
Passing with flying colors
A confident being with *****.
D is for diligent
Quick on your feet
Sharp as a tack
Ready for the challenge
To take on tasks
And complete them right away.
H is for hope
Keeping the faith
Looking at the bright side
Turn things around
Hanging onto your dreams
Working to make them true.
D is for dynamic
A real go-getter
You get back up
When you fall
Not taking no
For an answer.
ADHD
ADD
AHD
DHD
HD
D
A
No matter how you spell it
Nor how you may look at it
It has many meanings
You take a closer look
And play around with the words.
The rules of love.
Kiss on the lips = I love you
Kiss on the ear = You are special
Kiss on the nose = Laughter
Kiss on the cheek = Friendship
Kiss on the forehead = I will comfort you
Kiss on the neck = I want you
Kiss on the shoulder = You are wonderful
Kiss on the hand = I adore you
Kiss on the arm = Hold onto me
Play around with hair = Can't live without you
Holding hands = Happiness
Playing with fingers = Tell me you love me
Smiling at each other = I like you
Wink = Flirt with me
Looking around = Hiding true feelings
Arms around waist = You are mine
Tear drops = I'm losing you
Crying = I lost you
I love you = I truly do love you, and I will forever.
Forever = I mean it.
After reading a couple of poems about spelling and grammar, i questioned about the the correct use of affect vs. effect and had a bit of a play around with a few words.
Silent One ... this is for you. :-)
Started reading some poems about English spelling and grammar,
I brought up affect and effect which threw in a bit of a spanner.
Does anyone really understand the difference between the two?
I like to think I’ve got it but the truth is I don’t have a clue.
I set myself a mission to find out about these two words,
What I didn’t realise was, there is actually a third.
Affect is to change or cause an influence in a particular event,
Effect is when a change has occurred, so that answers that argument.
But as I investigate further, when S is added to effect it changes the entire meaning,
It means personal belongings, my head now hurts, oh why did I start intervening?
~ Christmas Day Is So Near ~
(Fives and Threes Style)
It's a nice day and
Winter's here
The days are short and the nights are very long
There's peace and all is quiet
And all around you can almost hear the sounds of Christmas now
'Cause Christmas day is only days away
Most folks are preparing their Christmas lists and looking forward with very joyful cheer
Outside the snow like fairy dust falls on the ground
Christmas shoppers hurriedly make their way to all stores, windows displays are beautiful
Children play around making snowmen
There's much love joy happiness in the hearts 'cause Jesus was born.
In just a few more days
Will be Christmas, a most beautiful time
Everywhere
Christmas trees now shine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
December.17.2018
-'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain -
The 'Fives and threes' is a poetry form or style created on, 22/9/2010 by George L. Ellison.
Real Deal Woman
Flit
Now, honey don't you play around
You know that it ain’t right
You be the man who brings to me
A man-size... Appetite
Don't need to go so fast
Just let me set the pace
Turn my green light into Red
There ain’t No need to race
I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman
It’s something we got cooking
mix it till it hits the spot
because I’m full of loving
I'll keep it extra hot
You’re fueling up my heartbeat
My engine starts to roar
Cos now it's time to show you
You don't need her anymore
I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman
I’m all that you need
You've already won
I’m all that you need
I’m your real deal woman
Worry, has it's place in life,
with fear, your plans,
how to survive,
why worry.
worry see's the future risk,
your car is broken how to fix
your plan to overcome,
you think about the problem,
sometimes with thoughts severe,
looking for solutions,
your mind goes round and round,
why worry,
worry builds the plans and schemes,
your problem fighting memory,
the path to overcome,
why worry,
sometimes my friend,we have to think,
about our fears and woes,
our problem solving memory, on how to overcome
granted we can think to much,
and worry over future fears,
that never will be found,
we can, drive ourselves in battles,
creating pain unseen,
the fear provoking anger,
that never should be seen,
worry can be friend and foe,
and should be tempered,
way down low,
a friend when grasping new ideas,
a foe creating stupid fears,
worry can create the fear,
destroying your sweet future dear,
the fear of losing someone loved,
can have you treat them badly shoved,
your fear creating goblins,
in truth were never there,
your fear that they might play around,
create's your worry fear,
the fear create's your yelling face,
and drive's your love, from your embrace,
why worry,
a friend when grasping new ideas,
and overcoming problems, dear,
a foe creating stupid fears,
why worry,
the future's up to you.
You called her unmarriable because she fought for her rights
You wanted her to stay home
And cook, clean, wash, iron and bear you children
It was okay with her, you both agreed on five of them
And she loved to cook, wash, clean, iron and even wake up early to make you breakfast
But she also loved to continue her education, get her degree and teach further as high as her dreams could go
You labelled her a man
Even when she was the most elegant of all
She loved make-up, girl's nights out, to be pampered and admirred
But you couldn't see beyond her political ambitions
She had won many seats and gone up the ladder
And now she wanted to be president
"No way" you thought "not in my lifetime!" you continued on your thoughts...
You profiled her as round, curvy, juicy, yummy thing
A toy for you to play around with
An object to feed your appetite
And the things that went through your mind as she sat across from you on those morning meetings
She was the least paid employee in that male dominated company
You knew that very well
But one thing you did not know was that she was a fighter
She was not going to give up
She had the brains and she stood strong
Paving way for many more
You even called her a soap opera
Did you ever think to look at yourself on the mirror?