Best Sleepovers Poems


Premium Member My Angel Butterfly

When Angie was a little girl, so cute and very sweet,
She tried to talk with strangers and wander in the street.
She loved to play with dollies, teddy bears and kitties.
She’d put her clothes on backwards and would still look pretty.
Problems of this harried world were farthest from her mind.
Full of love and innocence, she always was so kind.

The years passed by so quickly. Angela went to school.
She learned the world, which can be great, also can be cruel.
She went from dancing lessons, fun sleepovers and zoos
to make-up, phone calls, shopping, and wearing size 9 shoes.
In sunny California, she learned to cherish friends.
Then back again to Utah, she had to start again.

She then came to the threshold of a bright new world.
When she became a woman, butterfly wings unfurled.
She’s leaned life’s little secret, what makes life worth living:
To honor God and family. She’s loving and so giving.
She listens to her conscience and tries to do what’s right.
My angel butterfly one day to heaven will take flight.



Feb 24, 2016 for Lovely Children Poetry Contest of Laura Loo
Categories: sleepovers, children, , cute,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Charlieku - Recalling 5 By 5

Recalling        Laughing          Reading               Learning       Teaching myself
the flicker of   into night with    all of the             to cook and    how to wear
         fireflies    my sisters   Nancy Drew books   loving to eat     makeup

Rainbows over   Pizza              Troll dolls           Ping pong in     Boyfriends and
    Iowan             Saturdays     Hoppity-Hop     study hall and    drive-in movie
  corn fields   Popcorn Sundays   and my bike      Swing Choir         kisses

Lying in grass  Grandma's house  The movie house  Sleepovers'     Dancing to
   seeing            at the end of    with its starred      chit chat        live music at
shapes in clouds    the lane            ceiling           and girlie games    twilight

Hot days            Lilac bushes      Gaily       Herman's Hermits    Writing
  cooling off         and the big    spinning on    Bread and      short stories -
at Weed Park Pool   ballfield    carnival rides    3-Dog Night    dreaming awake 

Snowy winters  The tangled woods  Endlessly  Clothes bought with      All the
   raspberry        behind our           swinging      babysitting     wonderful things
      summers       first house        up to the sky   money        of my youth

Oct. 17, 2018 for the Charlieku 4-3-2 Poetry Contest of charles messina
Words like choir, etc. checked by HowManySyllables.com
Categories: sleepovers, memory,
Form: Haiku

A Great Lady

A Great Lady

                             She made every summer happy and free,
                              with sleepovers out in the country.
                             
                             She made sticky buns and lemon tea,
                              on her old wood stove just for me.

                             She had good words for one and all,
                             and a ear to listen to everyone woes.

                             She was warm, loving with a heart of gold,
                             A great lady, my Grandma.


                                       Anne Rutherford
                                       Copyright 2008
                                Poems From The Heart Series
Categories: sleepovers, family, nostalgia, heart, heart,
Form: Free verse

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Letter To Mama

Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because my cowardliness has forbidden me to speak
like my lips have been locked shut and somehow
I lost the key
and my mind is overflowing so please don't hate me
I'm trying to balance my reality and form a friendship
without hurting your feelings
and I know I sound insane
I get it, you don't think it's that deep
but you don't see what I see
we haven't imagined the same future for me
you're so stuck on what you think is for me
that you're to blinded to witness
that I'm suffering Mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
thanks for keeping in touch
thanks for all the over-text lessons
but I'm good
I don't need a schooling session
I have teachers
I have counselors
I have coaches
For God sake I have a mom
who puts me in the right direction
you missed your chance years ago
So you need to hear this
let me go
I'm only hanging on by a thread
yet you still dangle from my leg
WHY? because when it snaps 
we're both dead
Can't you see that I'm not just gonna hop up and leave when I turn 18
classified as a runaway
and for what?
so you can just go back to you old ways
Can't you see that you've broken me
caused my head to spin uncontrollably
I want to please you but I want to be happy
Can't you see that I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
I realized that I really don't know you
we had visits and sleepovers
I was a kid, you were all I knew
But I'm older now and so much has changed
I don't see things the same way
I've found somewhere else where I feel safe
I hope you will understand one day
I want you to be in my life
when I graduate
have kids
and heck when I'm a bride
and yes I'll still take your advice
but Don't turn advice into teachings
I hope now you can see my reality
and your heart isn't broken into a million pieces
just know I'm always here to be your friend
and if you never want to talk again I understand
but you see that would just add on to why I'm suffering mama
I'm suffering
Dear Mama
It's time
to say goodbye to that title
Dear Renisha
I love you always
          -Angel


Note* (I have two moms)
I call my biological mother "Mama" and my adoptive mother "Mom"
Categories: sleepovers, anger, confidence, conflict, heartbreak,
Form: Free verse

Where I'M From

Where I’m From

I’m from tea parties and tutu’s,
From fingernail painting and Oreo cookies.
I’m from jumping on the trampoline,
And water sprinklers in the front yard.
I’m from summer days and sleepovers,
From zoo trips with momma,
And long car rides on summer vacation.
From scary stories by the bonfire,
And catching fireflies in an old peanut butter jar.
I’m from melting ice cream cones and playing make believe.

I’m from pool parties with Uncle Charlie,
And sunburns at the beach.
From backyard BBQ’s and watermelon slices the size of my face.
I’m from watching fireworks on New Years Eve,
And playing kick-ball at family reunions.
I’m from polka-dot swim suits and birthday parties.
From bubble gum stuck in my hair,
From cooking with mom, and shopping with my Mimi.
I’m from walking my dog on Saturday morning,
And watching cartoons all night.

I’m from cheerleading tryouts and track meets,
And washing mom’s car on the weekend.
(Even though it never really got clean!)
From picking bluebonnets,
And going to Rockport every summer.
I’m from more lessons to learn,
And more goals to achieve.
I’m from looking at the better side of things,
And keeping my head up.
I’m from never forgetting the good days, 
And growing up to be the person I know I can be.
Categories: sleepovers, familysummer, car, summer, new
Form: Light Verse

Premium Member This Happy Memory

When I was but a child, I sure was not
too popular or all that great in school.
I tried to make good friends; I tried a lot
with all the girls considered to be cool.
I wished to be with them but played the fool.
They’d talk to me alone but would not stoop
to letting me hang out in their tight group.
It made me feel forlorn to know that I
was always being left out of the loop.
But soon would come my time, and I would fly!

As if emerging from a dark cocoon,
I did not know what I would come to be.
My time was coming though, and it came soon!
In junior high, the teachers noticed me.
My confidence grew fantastically.
My former way of seeking friends I saw
had never worked because of one big flaw:
I wasted time with girls who just were not
a fit for me! My soul was filled with awe
to know that girls like ME were whom I sought!

I felt so happy as I looked around
with new perspective, for it meant I could
feel free when other girls like me I found!
I grew in mind and body. It felt good
to have new friends and form a sisterhood.
In junior high, my wit was at its peak.
I lived for sleepovers and was not meek.
I talked to boys, and not since I’d been born
was I so happy. Life is sometimes bleak,
but since that time, I’ve never felt forlorn!

Feb. 10, 2018 for 'The Magic Of Three' Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Categories: sleepovers, memory,
Form: Dizain


Mind of a Woman

The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed  lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure  in slow motion seen.

Life cannot tarry, to embrace.
A little care, a little concern.
Love needs constant care.
But life is too busy looking fair.
A day has no divide.
No night or day defined.
Just doing my best, looking good.
My life is a unread book.
Money power within my fist.
Dreams are within my reach. 
If only I can purchase my vision.

Like when I was a kid.
As a kid my prince swept me off my feet.
Was Caressed and cuddled and spoilt.
My dreams retold before I sleep.
I slept peacefully cuddling my dreams.
Knowing, I was within the reach, of his powerful arms. 
Always there to break my fall.

Growing up was so swell, so much fun. 
All my passions like roller coaster ride, up and down. 
Teenage trauma like actors on a stage.
Well scripted parts Played.
Dialogues written by likes of Shakespeare in his plays.
Memories kept in my notepad archived.
Password protected from curious minds.

Visiting the saloon as often as I could.
Changing fashion to suite the current style.
Movies,  picnics, sleepovers and dates.
Boys will be boys, society said. 
I was strong enough to defend myself of their carnal need.

And time passes by defining my fate.
Now I am a grown up woman in full bloom. 
My career well defined.
Insecurities in this world of Patriarchy everyday face.
Lewd remarks of macho fashion brace.
Learnt to brave these obnoxious moments day after day.
My moral fiber strengthened beyond grace.
But somewhere, deep within myself there is this void.
Need for love of a different kind.

The warm embrace of  arms  to comfort me.
Strength of arms to catch my fall.
Nimble fingers to caress and cuddle me.
A kind voice to strengthen me when l am weak.
A gentle voice that can whisper words of love. 

A heart that can love me for what I am.
In books and movies have known of this type.
But in real life, I doubt, I can really find, that kind?
If, I should wait..? I don’t mind the wait.
And suffer, ignominy of society.
Do I follow the doctrine of  natural selection..?
I don't think so..! My heart and soul have a mind if their own.
And so it shall be.
© Sam Raj  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: sleepovers, how i feel, woman,
Form: Free verse

A Million To One

Our relationship started a long time ago
Two little girls in a fifth grade class
I have to admit at first she was my foe
This quiet little, long-haired, lass

That first year, she had a pal
The two of them never looked my way
She was such a snotty little gal
Never wanted to give me the time of day

The next school year, she moved out of town
I decided to put the past behind
There was a seat next to her so I sat down
I never had a clue, what a friend I'd find

There were homework sessions, walks in the park,
childish fights, until we learned how to agree
Sleepovers where we stayed up way after dark
Where ever there was her, was also me

We double-dated in our teenage years
Dances, concerts, and every new game
Heartbreaks, drama, and buckets of tears
Discussing marriage, then changing our name

Raising our children side by side
Sharing joy, happiness, sadness, and strife
Being able to say "I'm sorry", the heck with pride
Never once regretting having her in my life

Knowing someone so well, you can always depend
When the road gets rocky, she will be there
My "one in a million", my very best friend
Forty-six years of friendship we share


For Linda-Marie's  One in a Million contest
© Karla Null  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: sleepovers, lifetime,
Form: Rhyme

Sleepover

The light of the moon
The sparkle of the stars
Match the twinkle I have in my eyes for you

My eyes open wide
changing colors with my mood
all I want to see is you

Your tender kiss
Your warm hugs
on a cold night

Connected to you
hands always together
feet always touch

I never want to be without you
I think about it every night
My love I need you to hold me tight

A few more months
and baby we've won
and can have sleepovers every night
Categories: sleepovers, kiss, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse

I Lost My Way

True intentions 
         Fill my soul

So much ambition
         So many goals

Searching for answers
         Longing to find

My purpose in life
         Future in mind

Marriage and children 
         At a young age

Beautiful daughters
         Take center stage

Schoolwork and activities 
         Now my success

Friends and sleepovers
         Bedroom's a mess

Youthfulness leaving
         Becoming mature

Lessons I’ve taught them
         Morals secure

A mother I’ve been
         I lost my way

Towards my goals
         I was led astray

But am I disappointed
         Of choices I made

The path I chose in life
         I’d never trade
Categories: sleepovers, inspirational, introspection, life, longing,
Form: Couplet

The Grandma In You

The closet of toys, 
dress up and more;
Sleepovers and tea parties;
That's what Grandma's are for.

A Grandmother's Love,
Is of the sweetest to know.
She'll open her heart;
She'll give you her soul.

She draws you close and brings you near;
And whispers family stories into your ear.

She'll tell you of hope;
She'll tell you of joy;
She'll tell you of songs,
Grandpa sang as a boy.

Now we add the word Great to her name;
And a new generation of stories she'll gain.

Not only stories, but encouragement too.
All these gifts we've received, 
Because God gave us,
The Grandma in You.


© Danielle Fenske 1998
Categories: sleepovers, grandchild, grandmother, growing up,
Form: Free verse

Happy Days

Reminiscing about the happy days 
When I was innocent and so carefree
Endless hours passed as we would laugh and play
When my imagination was set free

Fast forward to when I was a young teen
Scary movie sleepovers so much fun
And skate nights to fill my summer routine
Deep in my heart, I wish for a re-run

Now older and with children of my own
They who are bringing me happy days now
And with my wife's love, I won't be alone
Happiness I could never disallow

And just like my favorite childhood toy
It's force fueling my life full of joy

6/26/2017
Categories: sleepovers, childhood, happiness, happy, how
Form: Sonnet

Sleepovers

Sleepovers, fin, odd places,
Scary, new people, weird,
Happy, good,
Confused, okay,
Good times, GREAT!
Memories,
     Love,
         Fun,
            Friendship and Peace.
Categories: sleepovers, places
Form: Free verse

Premium Member The Tinsel Tree

"It's a fake tree", I said the year
my mother lost her mind and decided that real trees were too much trouble!
My best friend, who lived next door
thought it was just great,....that giant, silver monstrosity!
That is..until I told her to close her eyes, and sniff.
"That's the ugliest tree I ever smelled!" she said, ...finally agreeing with me.
Her support helped to convince my mother of her error in judgment,
and that was the last tinsel tree we ever had.

That was the same year
that we noticed that Santa Claus looked a lot
like our neighbor, Mr. Hendrickson.
We had called him "Mr. Hiccupson"
until we would go into fits of giggles
watching how his belly jiggled.  

Spending all those Christmas's apart
 after her family moved away, was painful
Never again would we have special sleepovers, 
      and times like singing around that fake tree,
         and listening for Mr. Hendrickson's reindeer to land on the roof.
We had written letters for awhile, but after a few years
   we drifted apart....her living on one coast, me on the other.
But I had never forgotten that last Christmas....and the silver tinsel tree.

Out of the blue...a phone call,...a voice that time hadn't forgotten.
Suddenly, we were laughing and giggling like two little girls once again.
Sometimes, when you least expect it,
Christmas shows up early,....like a long lost friend
   and wraps you up in it's arms.
         Thank you Santa Claus.....or Mr. Hiccupson, ......wherever you are!.....
Categories: sleepovers, lost, mother, silver, tree,
Form: Narrative

Class of 2017: the Little Rascals Crew

It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay.
Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say.
When you have a child, the days will drag,
The season crawl, and the years can lag.

But onward we prevail, with our heads held high,
(and sick in our hair, and snot down the tie)
It’s a given we love them, (bar the high pitched squealing),
But staying home with them, isn’t that appealing,

So we hand them over; guilt ridden and tired,
Wiping someone else’s bum, wasn’t something I desired.
With the promise of adult conversation, a hot cuppa tea,
We march ourselves to work, silently screaming: “I’m free!”

Whilst we bask in blissful calm; uninterrupted wee’s (!)
You pick up, where we left off: potty training, first aid, ABC’s
But beyond this basic care, you all so graciously deliver,
There’s something more to what you do – and here is just a sliver:

Megan, from day one, when she was just a tiny tot,
Taught her how to feed herself, crawl, stand, trot

“Good morning Dora the explorer,” beams Cathy, on a morning,
As I sign her in at the gate, bleary eyed and yawning.

Chris embracing my daughter because she missed me and cried.
Sammy, praising her on writing skills, because she truly tried.

My daily complaints with Claire and Emma S,
Zoe, Julia make the meals; Gill and Lisa clean-up the mess.

Keeping your cool Paige. Sophie. Jess. And Kirsty,
As for the 100th time that day, she claims that she is thirsty.

Georgia and Casey, her BFF's - she prefers you more than me,
Asking them to sleepovers, and “when they coming round for tea?”

Georgia put a spell on her, she’s asked if she can be her sister!
I remind myself she is with you, on the days when I’ve missed her.
Categories: sleepovers, appreciation, children, school,
Form: Couplet
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