Best Playmate Poems

A little girl with fairy tale dreams; playmates only she can see
spending her time playing like she was big...eating honeysuckles and serving tea
her playmates loved to listen to her talk, she did it very well
she told them all her secrets....she knew they would never tell
a...

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I'm standing in the doorway,
And watching for her car.
Mommy said she comes today,
I can’t wait to feel her arms.

She always reads me stories
And tickles me to sleep.
She gives me toys and bible books
That I will always keep.

I ride her back like ‘horsie’
She makes me laugh...

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I watch my young son
Look full-faced into the rugged wind
His blond silken hair is blown about
Like spikes around his elfin-like face.

He knows nothing 
Of how the wind starts
Or how it effects
His cool Maritime climate.

Only that this invisible wind
Tickles his eyes and nose,
Stirs up fallen leaves,
And...

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(A Children's Poem)

Visions form as the cold wind blows 
I watch the flakes, see a carrot nose 
Red scarf around a cold, cold neck
tall black hat, arms of forked sticks

Stay away, sunshine, my friend will die 
his smile will vanish, his buttons will fly 
I...

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Say Say O' My Playmate
come out and
write with me

you bring your
your pencils
three

and we will
scribble
play writes
or
do some
little ditty's

tell a funny joke
or
two

or
maybe three

maybe about
you and me

made up
about
me and you

and made
with some colors
like ocean's blue

that hum
a Cosmic tune

of sweet
Commentaries
that can ramble
a childish tune

to the
sounds of
Crayola Crayons

crying out to...

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Looking out 
Of our upper room window
Over looking the garage
Where my old court stand still, with
Its ring attached to the cemented wall 
I see my dearest son, five years old
Playing basket by himself
Dribbling the ball
Zigzagging, against the unseen opponent 
Then he jumped, releasing 
A long...

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Laura Ingalls Wilder
Her writing was milder.
She lived in the backwoods
Where they made canned goods.

Laura wrote her children’s series
Little houses were full of theories
Her name became famed
She was just what she claimed
I’m sure she knew many other dearies

I read most every Little house book
It was long...

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You want to be my playmate
O baby it sounds so great

I know love is not a sin
God knows well what I mean

Baby at long last I can see
Someone who really loves me

I feel so lonely you know
I will never let you go

You are delight of...

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Playmate Change
Haiku: by Tom
12/18/2021

Can you change my dime
without giving me pennies?
I prefer nickels.
...

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Poems about Children VI

Playmates
by Michael R. Burch

WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far away . . .
for the temptations and trials we had...

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Playmates
by Michael R. Burch
 
WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours,
we spent endless hours with simple toys,
and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days
were uncomprehended . . . far, far away . . .
for the temptations and trials we had yet to...

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