Best Playground Poems

Playground…

Playground…
I am making decisions every morning,
None of them comes along with any warning.
To go right or to go left, which one is right?
Living in darkness...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a...

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Devils deadly dime

The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I...

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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the...

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SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY

See what you want to see
Don't Look at me!
You are staring you are watching;
Eat what you can't be

Come sleep by my side
The...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets...

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Cruelly taken by a heartless act,
gone without a chance to say goodbye.
Innocent souls roam the heavens,
safe from the harsh realities of life.

A mother's eyes overflow...

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I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited,...

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beyond cobalt horizon’s expanse
fishing ships far offshore call to me
how joyful were those years
casting, catching, communing
lines between God and nature faded

ocean tides rule my life
joy...

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On this merry-go-round

     Of breakups and breakdowns

Singing the blues

     In our ding-a-ling shoes

We take our heartache's milkshakes

...

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Angel Bones

Two Hundred fifteen angels  (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to...

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In Silk and Dreams, breakfast at Tiffany’s 
nights of lavender lace, mornings with dew 
a highlighted garden of mysteries
waterfall wishes, windblown thoughts of you

In a...

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“People of the world don’t look at themselves, and so they blame one another.”
- Rumi


He struggles to forget
that little boy anticipating his hero's return.
Staring out...

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Poor Little Boy Lost plays a game of peekaboo
Pretending everything in his world is well
Spoiled was his plan for organizing a coup
and now he hopes...

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It has stood for decades along the county gravel road.
Skittering mice and barn owls now call it their abode.

What was once a stately building is...

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