Best Small World Poems
In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In the middle of my own small world I stand.
Written 2/5/15
Now for Joseph May's 'Andaree - 11 Lines' Poetry Contest
Seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner. From the huge old elm tree in Dr. Rooney's front yard on one end, to the lamppost that sat outside my bedroom window on the other. That's how long the street that I grew up on is.
So who cares? Good question. It really is irrelevant isn't it? Well maybe. At least it was until one day when I went back and visited the old neighborhood after an absence of many years. That's when I realized how much shorter it had gotten while I was away. Time was when I would walk up to Washington Street on the opposite end from where I lived and look back, and it was a very long way. If I ran from end to end, I would be huffing and puffing by the time I collapsed on my front porch.
Sitting catty corner across the street from where I lived was the Lincoln Elementary School, surrounded by fields that ran uninterrupted the length of the street. Only the Noonan's house broke the symmetry, sitting there in solitary defiance halfway down the street. I never did know why it was there, but suspect it had something to do with the Noonan's getting there first.
Today the school is a nursing home, but everything else is still as it was, except of course, the field too has grown smaller, and the Noonan house isn't at all as large as it used to be.
I had a paper route back then. It encompassed several blocks of my neighborhood, with my dad being the last one to get his paper. It took most of the afternoon to deliver my route, given the distance and all. I wish it had been as small then as it seems to be today.
Anyway, that was a long time ago. I left for the Air Force right after high school. I remember waiting for the bus next to that old elm tree in Dr Rooney's yard. My folks moved to another part of town shortly after that, so I never did go back. Occasions to visit the town at all were few over the years. It was my dads funeral that finally brought me back for a few days.
Funny how the world keeps shrinking. Once distant destinations no longer are. California seems to be a lot closer to Boston then it once was, and when did Canada become just a few hours north of here. I guess maybe I shouldn't be surprised after all that my street ended up being only seven hundred and sixty two feet from corner to corner. Small world, isn't it?
SMALL WORLD WATERS... NAZRIEL!
As i sat in a nite club..
sipping sodas as i was too stressed
to enjoy my guinness...with michael powa..
a catch phrase used to advertise
my favorite bottle...
then in walked NAZRIEL
Pretty NATZ.. A nick name...
had a companion... weird..
is an understatement...
no words were needed i..
sat immobilized.....
the eagles blended in..
Nazriel playing intoxicated-
me not buying it
natz... playing with dem pole dancers
natz eyes me..
the eagle folds his arm around her..
protecting pretty natz..
The eagles have landed in our city
i have encountered one too many..
and no one seems concerned...
this one has been around for decades..
lets cal him its-rael
No one knows why the eagles landed
talk of missing Isaiah chapters..
talk of the secret of the seven.. thunders
miracles don't amaze any more
for the eagles have landed...
and sweet NAZRIEL is one of them
by lewis nyaga
Oh dear, what life brings
What a small world we live in
Where life brings us next...
...Well, that is unknown
In time, we will understand
For now, let it be
Again I shall say,
What a small world we live in...
Life full of wonder
The small words
“All that`s mean nothing” not my words
but I often think about it, when reading the newspaper
I look for the no-news the filling of space
the news is often there and when **** flies they are taken
by surprise busy reading the headlines.
Being so wrong the want to set aside democracy and civil
behaviour the by line has become a headline we must
demonstrate denounce the new from the stage or pulpit
by the pompous and incompetent
perhaps it would help to read the alternative press they
have less to lose and don`t worry about circulations and
no capitalist master to serve
It's a small world
When you're wrapped up in hate.
Think of the things you're missing:
Friendships with people who are
Different from you;
Different colors, different attitudes, different lives.
What else is missing?
Loving family relationships,
Can't tolerate someone
You can't control, can you?
Much less love them.
What about a mate?
Out of the question.
How can you love a woman
When you don't respect yourself?
I hope, dear brother,
That your hate keeps you warm.
Because as long as you keep it
Wrapped around you
Nothing else will.
Please mommy don't leave me here.
He's standing there drinking a beer.
I'm crying as she walks down the stairs.
Never looking back as if she doesn't care.
He was in the kitchen and I heard a loud boom.
Thats when I ran upstairs to my room.
He started upstairs screeming my name.
I knew he was looking for me to blame.
Under my bed is where I hid.
He opened the door and said"hey where are you kid.
He reached under my bed and pulled my out.
He said little girl don't cry or pout.
I never cried I just turned my head.
After he finished I wished I was dead.
Teresa Skyles
Please momma's out there think about who you leave your
babies with.
Entered in Waylee Whitlock"My darkest childhood memory"contest
So hard to pick among my friends
for all of them are true.
My world is small, my world is large
and all here in the Soup.
There’s Andy sweet, with writing neat,
and dear heart Connie too!
They’re my support, they’re my comfort,
a spicy mixed up stew.
Now, Dane Ann tells me when I’m tart
and Connie when I’m strong.
Yet, Linda, my sweet heart Linda
delights me on and on.
My world is small, my world is large
mon cher lives in the south
Tim’s his name of Cajun fame
a charming, silly youth ;).
I’ve new friends too they come to me
silver so Un-Canny …
I treasure them as I do my Jim
my Jamie, my Soup family!
Alone in this world,
What do I have to live for?
There’s nothing here,
For me any more.
If you’re not near,
There’s everything to fear.
It was because of your love,
I felt so strong,
Soft as a dove,
Now its gone.
The red string of fate
the nonexistent ties
the late starry nights
overlapping into days
golden sparks with hazel flecks
brightens the stormy greys
the skies cleared up
fading into pastel sunsets
of bright pink and purple hues
It's a small, small world, after all
I've been right here, so have you.
Perhaps, I'll know you in another life
at this moment, you seem stranger
I wonder if our paths will ever cross again
So many 'ifs', 'buts' and 'maybes'
the odds, they seem astronomical
but hope is stubborn, and so am I
It's the fate that binds us all
In a world so, so small
I'll be right here,
and it looks like you'll be too.
if we were to cross our paths again
do you think we'd see the spark?
amidst the bright reds and glaring whites
would you walk the lane until it's dark?
And when we're beaten down by the rains
could we rekindle those flames again?
life comes to a full circle
but we are back to where we never began
Just one word and I'd risk it all
with the burning passion of youth
It's a small, small world you see
I'm right here and so are you.
Nearly an adult yet not ready at all
My world has shrunk down to a tiny ball
Hopeless, helpless dark and bleak
They make me feel stupid, ashamed and weak
Ashamed of what I do, say behave
Ashamed that I get upset, can't be brave
The awful sense that it has all gone wrong,
That I've left it too late and far too long
Knowing my life will be some bad compromise
Makes me frustrated, tears well in my eyes
I wonder why I bother at all
When my world has shrunk into a tiny ball.
You soar into my
consciousness on eagle's
wings,
your aura stole my
atmosphere like the dew in
Spring.
My heart was lured by the
lines in your sugar-candy
eyes,
I just opened a can of
wonder and it leads to
paradise..
If it is a small word, I would
have met you a
million times
(c) 2012
Adeleke Adeite.
Can this get me a
chocolate?
In our realm an ant would be gigantic,
A grain of sand, a monolith in size,
One teardrop seem as vast as the Atlantic
And blades of grass appear to reach the skies.
Our tiny quantum world is subatomic
Though physicists would say we make a mark,
We permeate in numbers astronomic
Yet I am but a nanoscopic quark. *
* Quarks are elementary particles of matter that are smaller than protons or neutrons. They are the smallest particles we have come across in our scientific endeavours.
Date:13.07.19
Contest:The Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Nina Parmenter
Small Tree Planted
Its Roots Extend
Small World Enchanted
Its Branches Ascend
Mountains In Glory Rise
Shining Forth Fatherly Strength
Reaching Into The Skies
A God At Length.
From A Rain To A Drought
Nature Shows Her Power Divine
As A Flower About To Sprout
To Her Glory, Stoics Resign
April 8 2020
Serenity In Scenes Of Mother Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
To enlarge your world
move slowly and pause to meet
God in the other.