Best Pocket Poems

I have a butterfly in my pocket,
that will never fly again.
When I think back to yesterday,
it’s a pretty reminder of my pain.

Butterflies aren’t meant for pockets,
you my dear were not meant for me.
I have my pretty reminder,
that without me you are free.

We kissed in the...

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From sweet bowed lips 
to soft chubby hands
sticky with chocolate candy
Squeezed in lovingly
until pockets are bulging
kisses reserved for Granny



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A political pundit with power
stuffed dollars in his purse by the hour.
When called to court,
he said “Why not, sport?”
My daughter’s in real need of a dower.

And, while running a nasty ad game
He cried out “Why I’m not to blame!”
He did it too,
So *crew to you!
And...

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I have crystals in my pocket and sage on the shelf,
I’m always digging deeper to find my better self,
I’m distracted by flowers and herbs I pass by,
I’m caught up in the beauty of all that’s alive,
I track the moon’s phases and bathe in its light,
I...

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Loose Pocket Change



A whistle blew
And out went candlelight 
It’s wax ,cascaded and crystallized
It’s  tears, warm and heavy, emptied into the deep
A bouquet of wilted flowers 
Before the grave

Dark shadows of death 
Stalk and circle those  in blackouts 
Black birds crow and fill the...

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He put a star in his pocket
  and winked at the moon
As the sparkling stream sang him
  a soft, tender tune

Of romance in airy regions
  way up past Neptune
He felt the star pulsate
  ~ Magic kisses he'd strewn...

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I have an angel in my pocket
  God put her there for me
  You may not believe it
  She's not an angel you can see

  But when I am feeling sad
  And my way seems hard to find
  I...

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My old friend, my "Uncle Henry" knife, has been with me most of my days.  No matter what, through thick and thin, I have had him in my pocket for sixty-four years.  I received my first knife the same day I received my...

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Tracking time has changed throughout the years
Improving how hours, minutes, seconds appear 
Sundials, hourglasses, pendulums and more
Wall, wrist, mantle, waterproof - clocks galore

There is a certain beauty to time hanging from a chain
A charm of steady ticking from a wound-up spring
Some families hand down diamonds,...

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In a couple of hours
 another town we'll be stoppin.
  At a big ole country bar
   where we can get the people rockin.
    At least until two
     I know that place will be hoppin.

So I've...

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8 ball 
pot black 
decides the win
or lose
blue chalk the cue
kiss the dusty finger tips
the lips smile back at you, 
read, wet, glistening -
ivories like dice,
behind them 
words peppered 
from the tongue
thrown black,
blue stardust outside 
the straight lines
for a little while,
sparkling 
like a photograph

8 ball...

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There is something in my pocket…
Is it perhaps a rocket?
Oh no, that simply would not fit;
Yet, there’s something in my pocket…
Could it be a lovely locket?
Good guess, I confess that’s not it…
Could you plug it in a socket?
Oh now that sure would be shocking.
Okay I...

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The doors opened wide,
A Cowboy tired an’ worn.

Tears in his hide,
Even his chaps were torn.

Walkin’ towards’im, the old Padre heard,
He’as mumblin’ a story wild.

Sixty moons back he’d lost the herd,
How he liked ‘ole Curly cooked mild.

Twelve moons back God gave’em gold,
Some nuggets, a little dust.

Faintly...

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Technological age.
Advancement of advancement,
Digital acceleration unlimited.

Gifted and pocketed,
This watch,
Dull dark silver,
True and tested mechanic,
Short and sturdy chain,
Analogue accuracy.

It fits comfortably in my jeans pocket,
Ages alongside my creasing lines with wear marks,
Time isn't well kept with its adolescent sporadic tock,
Certain to be set to be kept...

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Frozen memories
Lost in time
Tattered corners
Forever mine
And in my pocket you may lay
Until I need you again someday...

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