Best Romped Poems
A canopy of innocence, invisible to me
hung over playful joy shielding all that would come to be.
The world was mud and grass and trees, oh, puddles,swings and bikes
shrieking, shouting, rampant running anywhere we liked.
A watchful eye as we ran by from neighbours way back when
our life we weaved in make-believe, way back when I was ten.
Fights and tears did not last long if anyone fell out
back to being friends next day, the rift forgot about.
We romped and larked, new friendships sparked wherever we would hang
our open door to rich and poor within our merry gang.
No hatred spite or bigotry existed in us then
for that was what the grown-ups did, way back when I was ten.
I'd often wander by myself for hours through the fields
and check the schoolhouse orchard, help myself to what it yields.
Blindly unafraid, there were no barriers to me
'till twilight fell, exploring everything that I could see.
No warnings from our elders about talking to strange men
the world seemed a much safer place way back when I was ten.
Just like my photo album, everything seemed black and white,
a mother's touch could heal the world, make everything alright.
Dad put food on table, Mum made sure our stomach's full
safe in our family unit we all felt invincible.
Sometimes I look around and think how nice to go again
back to that summer bubble where I lived when I was ten.
For contest 'Way back when I was ten', sponsor Kelly Deschler
Categories:
romped, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
"One day while resting in the store,
I saw you striding through the door.
You seemed a kindly youngster who
Would know just how to treat a shoe.
Though nervous, newly-made, and shy,
I tried my best to catch your eye.
And soon my heart was filled with glee.
You picked me up and purchased me!
"You took me home and shined me up
And kept me from your gnawing pup.
Beneath your bed you made me wait
Beside the one you called my mate.
I sat forgotten there for weeks
With dusty toys and dirty sneaks.
Until, at last, one day at dawn
You picked me up and put me on.
"For months I took you where you chose.
I saved your sole and heel and toes.
We dodged the mud and sidewalk cracks
And walked on walls and railroad tracks.
You put your weight and trust on me
And laced me tightly as can be.
Through pain and sweaty feet and rain
I held my tongue, did not complain.
But now I'm old; there is no doubt.
I'm tattered, torn, and all worn out.
I hear you've bought a brand new pair.
With all I've done, it isn't fair.
Remember how we romped and ran?
I need a good retirement plan.
I've earned a better ending than
The bottom of your garbage can."
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(Did you notice the two shoe puns?
"I saved your sole(soul"
and "held my tongue")
Categories:
romped, age, betrayal, farewell, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.
He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.
Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.
Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!
Categories:
romped, animal, appreciation, death, dog,
Form:
Alliteration
It is strange
how things that we see
and take for granted
in everyday life
should suddenly instil
in our minds
a new awareness
of their presence
A silent moment
a brief pause
from life's ever quickening pace
a moment of peace -
in times like these
a common thing
like a dried old tree
becomes alive with beauty
It stands like a quiet sentinel
who has witnessed
many an event
through time
Time has passed by
but it remains
silently standing there
O Tree!
What secrets do you store
in your noble branches?
How many events have you recorded
that man knows nothing of?
In your younger days
when you wore your mantle of green
you nested the carefree birds
to their offspring
you gave protection
When the sun scorched the earth
you gave them cool shade
On a cool windy night
you gave them warmth
How pleasant was their song
to your ear
as they sang a song of thanks
to you
You were a playmate to the children
When they romped at your feet
or climbed on your branches
you smiled
Time grew older
and the children became lovers
You saw them kiss in your shade
soft with the light of the moon
The aura of their love
touched your leaves
and you blushed
Today
they have all gone away
but you still remain
silent sentinel
still waiting and watching
How many untold events
have you witnessed
faithful keeper of secrets?
O that my soul could commune with you
and share of your rugged beauty!
Most Noble Tree!
forgive me for my
once-waxen eyes
Categories:
romped, beauty, bird, children, forgiveness,
Form:
Personification
Renee’s rabbits rowdily romped and ran round the room.
Categories:
romped, animals, love, pets
Form:
Alliteration
Shy Unicorns
When Noah built his sturdy ark,
he was supposed to save
two of every creature.
Somehow he missed the shy unicorns.
God with His all-seeing eye,
watched him mess up.
He took two of them and placed them
high on a mountain top
with grass and food.
They stayed there for a thousand years
in perfect sweet content.
Without caring they'd been left behind
they kicked up their heels,
romped and played
and had baby unicorns.
After the flood God moved them
down to the forests
where they could hide and be safe.
If you should see a unicorn by chance,
do not go out and blab it.
Remember he is in God's care.
There are folks who would want
to catch him and cage him,
convinced people would pay
good money to come and stare at him.
God would probably take pity,
find a new hiding place
and we would never have a chance again
to glimplse the elusive unicorn.4/6/2017
Categories:
romped, animal, freedom, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
A long, long time ago, three children met
this old, gentle lady in an ancient farm,
bidding them to enter her large kitchen
with a sweet flavor of gingerbread and ale...
Beside her , a huge, dark rabbit jeered
as the children merrily romped along.
From where she stood, the lady began
looking like a dingy hag with a pointed jaw,
and warty despicable face. Oh, no! She was
the village hag crackling with delight as her
quaked hands pulled and dragged the kids
in a rush … “ Come along, Kent, Iris, Lynn”,
whisking the youngsters toward a boiled pot.
Suddenly, at the height of terror, one jolting
kick burst the door open. A large giant
of a man howled.” Now, listen, I am
the rabbit under a spell that quickly seized
a magic potion from the crone’s hidden kiln.”
With a blow, he crushed the evil witch
then gathered the kids in his arms.
Under the red of moonlight, three children
and a lumberman hummed their way
out of the woods… victorious finally free!
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3/8/2017
Eve Roper’s Fairy Tale For Children Contest
Categories:
romped, children, fear, recovery from,
Form:
Narrative
Two wolves played together courting
gently the male licked and nuzzled
romped together enjoying
Now bonded they were so loving
for eternity they joined
two wolves played together courting
In great fun each other chasing
until they together swirled
romped together enjoying
Like all lovers closely bonding
unlike us they never battled
two wolves played together courting
They raise their cubs with good teaching
the cubs before them grovelled
romped together enjoying
Full cycle their lives swinging
yet still with each other dazzled
two wolves played together courting
romped together enjoying
Categories:
romped, love, nature,
Form:
Villanelle
Remember your days with fondness
The days you romped in the park
The times you were cross
When running off was a lark
He was a skinny nervous runt
That your love and tender care put right
Was loved unconditionally
As he loved you with all his might.
He was old and full of problems
Kept going for you that’s all
Being his best pal and letting go
Was for you a massive sacrifice call
Remember him full of bounce
Tongue hanging out because he’d run
Was that a smile on his face
To him you were his lifes sun
His mistress his best friend.
Remember Kedo with a smile
Penned on October 25th 2013
Categories:
romped, dog, farewell,
Form:
Elegy
Buck rodgers the fishmonger’s daughter
Their actions got them in hot water
They romped in the buff
Now she’s up the duff
He must find a job to support her!
A challenge from a friend to use Buck Rodgers in a limerick
9/2/18
Categories:
romped, baby, humorous, lust,
Form:
Limerick
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes breathe...
* * * * * *
Deep breaths I took when she stepped into my world
a goddess she became when in my arms she twirled.
At entry to her cave she beckoned with promising eyes.
I would've followed her until the stars fell from the skies.
We heard celestial music playing, a lover's waltz the tune
I held her in my arms and we danced around the moon
Back down into her cave, we romped into a golden maze
Her scent of wild magnolia set the fire in my heart ablaze.
We paused for a moment as she placed a finger to my lips.
Passion aroused, my hands slowly dropped down to her hips.
She batted her silken lashes and danced deeper into her cave.
Teasing little minx, turned and raised her hand in alluring wave.
Not a dream is my goddess, who still sleeps within my arms
enticed me into her cave with soft music and sensual charms.
I will linger here beside her until we take our last breath.
In our cave where all is gold, we'll stay even after death.
yes, we breathe... we breathe as one
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December 29th 2015
Collaboration Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Categories:
romped, feelings, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
WORLDS AND WORLDS OF TIME AGO AND BEFORE
IN EONS AND EONS OF MOMENTS OF LIVES
HAVE INHABITED, ON AND IN WORLDS OF WORLDS AROUND,
RESIDED IN WORLDS OF SEAS IN EMBRYONIC STATE
COMPLETED AND VIED WITH CRUSTACEOUS OBSCURITIES
DID DINE AND WAS CONSUMED IN BONELESS APPETITIVE ZEST
ROMPED AND CAJOLED AT PALAELITHICAL STAGES
ABIDED WITH THE GODS IN SPACES OF YORE
AND SOARED AS ETHEREAL BEING'S WITH WINGS OF ETHER
DONNED SUITS OF ROBOTIC CLOAKS OF ARMOUR
SURVIVED ELECTRICAL BARRAGES OF PERSECUTING CONTROL
DELVED IN SUBTERRANEAN HEWED CAVERNOUS CHAMBERS
AS ASTUTE EGOISTICAL TERRIFIED SCIOPHOBICAL MORTALS
TRUDGED VAST GLACIAL AND TURBULENT TORRID MORIBUND PLACES
COPULATED WITH ABORIGINAL NATURED SOULS
ROMPED WITH FREE ABANDON O'ER ALPINE HEIGHTS
THOUGHT POSTULATED, THOUGHT MADE ALL POSSIBLE
LONG BEFORE THIS WORLD WAS CREATED, I WAS.
Categories:
romped, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Under the Mulberry Tree
Is where you would always be
While I climbed ever so higher
you would stand and wait for me
I never realized why that was
It was incase I should ever fall~
You were ready for anything
while I experienced it all
From hunting Newts under boards
or chasing Squirrels up trees
And building cages to help me catch
every single bird I could ever see
From following all the boys around
to chasing rabbits through knee high grass
From trying to catch those rascally snakes
to hunting down all them Bats
And everytime I turned around
you were always near
Watching your precious little tomboy
as I romped around without a fear
Those were the careless days of childhood
but those days are in the past
And looking back now, after 18 years
I'm grateful that Precious Memories last
Even though you've been gone now some 18 years
I can still see them putting you in the ground
But all I have to do is close my eyes
and those endless childhood days come back around
Categories:
romped, death, grandfather, loss, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
This piece could be, I suppose, a kind of "bucket list", but it's not about regretting all the things I wanted to do in my life and didn't, but, rather, it's about being okay with finally knowing that there just simply isn't/wasn't enough time to do it all. And also, I tend to get a little whimsical from time to time.
Well...
I never played tug-of-war with an elephant
Or kick boxed a kangaroo;
I never arm-wrestled a crocodile
Or won the lottery or built an igloo.
I never went searching for buried treasure
Or gold at the rainbow's end;
I never discovered the fountain of youth
Or had a circus clown for a friend.
I never ran with the bulls in Pamplona
Or croqueted on the lawn of the Taj Mahal;
I never drank wine from a young lady's slipper
Or made love 'neath a waterfall.
I've never zip-lined from the top of Mt. Everest
Or hitchhiked from Nome to Peru,
Or had a long erudite conversation
About how to decide when to use "whom" or "who".
I never played Hamlet, or danced in "Swan Lake",
Or sang opera with Callas or Sills;
I never wrote the great American novel,
And I think, alas, never will.
I never jousted a unicorn
Or read the dictionary from A to Z;
I've not romped in the rain on a plain down in Spain
Or grown a moustache, a beard, or goatee.
I never made money from stocks bought on Wall Street,
I just never could get the knack;
I never walked a tightrope across Royal Gorge
Or swam from Miami to Cuba and back.
I never fought dragons or tilted with giants
Or found a cure for the common cold,
And I've never been able to quite figure out
Just why it is we grow old.
Most of my list is pure fancy, of course,
If I don't do them, I won't feel frustrated.
I can honestly say I've enjoyed growing up,
But in my estimation, growing old's overrated.
Categories:
romped, introspection,
Form:
Verse
Humdumpty was an analyst, a Cambridge Ph.D.,
A noted bio-atomist, whatever that might be.
Indeed, from earliest childhood it was his single aim
To analyze no matter what might enter his domain.
He analyzed his father's watch and next the neighbour's cat.
Ah! Little more was seen or heard of Felix after that.
Astounding learned pedagogues, hard pressed to keep his pace,
Humdumpty grew up daily--in knowledge if not grace.
And then at university his intellectual power
Decimated Einstein and the works of Schopenhauer.
With ease that was amazing he romped a Double First,
And yet, for all his learning, nought quenched his burning thirst.
Despite the storm, and tumult that marked his inner life,
Humdumpty found the leisure to woo--and win--a wife.
He loved her--Oh! so dearly, his idol and his joy!
Alack! How oft our dearest 'tis we ourselves destroy.
One day in stormy weather he raised his eyes above,
And posed himself the riddle: "What constitutes her love?"
One night--to angels' weeping--the dark thought seized his mind:
"By scalpel and analysis the answer I shall find."
Full soon she took a sleeping draught, and when the time was due,
He set about his gruesome task, inspired by love so true.
How tenderly, how lovingly, he cut into her heart.
With what profound emotion he set his spouse apart.
To isolate that molecule in which all love resides
He scrutinized each corpuscle, and did much else besides.
All data was computerized, and ere a while had passed,
A reasonable hypothesis was imminent at last.
How tantalizing is the truth, how far--and yet, how near!
'Twas in the corner of his eye--and then would disappear.
It dawned at last upon him, his efforts would prove vain,
Unless he somehow managed to join her up again.
Of every art that served this end he tried the whole range through.
He first tried biophysics--and his last resort was glue.
Alas, alas, Humdumpty! There is a fateful law:
Some things men set asunder no mortal can restore.
They did not need a hangman or Madame Guillotine.
Before another week had passed, he died of bitter spleen.
Now some say he's in Heaven, and others, he's in Hell.
I'm not a theologian, it's difficult to tell.
For sure, he cut his dear wife up, and who would call that right?
But was it not his quest for truth that brought about his plight?
Categories:
romped, allegory, husband, science,
Form:
Didactic