Blocks Poems - Poems about Blocks

Written: May 04, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France Quote: "Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." By Rumi ************************** Spring geckos dance amid the early dew, Olive snuggles with dulcet dreams as mint. A duckling settles...

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through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander, courtesan of chaos my feet bare, ballerina on the dirty floor o the city's kin of decay, ragtag orchestra plays its dirge; an eerie swan song. i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries, know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee, her...

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One, two, what'll I do? Three, four, up from the floor. Five, six, stack them like bricks. Seven, eight, make sure they're straight! Nine, ten, will I go again? Eleven...oh my heavens!...

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On a night with waves so high, A ship sailed beneath a moonlit sky, With cargo bound for distant shore, It carried toys, and so much more. But, fate had landed on a different course, For the sea unleashed its torrential force, The tempest rose, the winds did howl, The ocean roared, an angry beast on prowl. As the ship heaved to left...

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Building with my Lego toys toys toys, brings my hands such joys joys joys. Red blocks, blue blocks, yellow too, building gives my hands something to do. Lego blocks shaped like a bird and a tree other blocks put together and shaped like a bee. Lego blocks collected in a red bin Leave the bin on the table to play again. ...

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Higher and higher, brick by brick. Snapped together makes them stick. Green on the bottom then blue, then red. Add one more block, take it down instead. Maybe a white one, or maybe a black. Who knows how high I can make them stack? When I am done, I will let you know. So, just let me play with my Lego. ...

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Of all the things I want to write, Braver than me today, just these endless thoughts might, A sky that doesn't exist, there I would fly a kite, My brain thinks, but to the muse! I just cant hold on tight! What to write? My brain just argues and fights, Will I ever be able to see my work's sight? I...

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It all began with a tiny spark That quickly grew to a roaring blaze; Its flaming arms reaching every space Devouring all that in its path lay. It was close to midnight, who would’ve thought That the night would be pierced by this onslaught? Firefighters came and with all their might fought This treacherous foe, its destruction sought. So we stood and...

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He grins beneath those golden locks And stacks his blocks And stacks his blocks With non-stop and incessant talk He stacks those blocks And stacks those blocks And then so he can take a walk Pulls off his socks Pulls off his socks And drives his truck into those blocks To watch them drop To watch them drop With giggling that never stops He stacks his blocks And stacks...

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Writer's block again This is the avenue it unfolds on This is how it presents sorting Through old poems Anything to bare fruit one thousand Times dodging misbehaving Verbs and rhymes Every other story has a name To claim Writer's block makes great Effort with its stock My mind is keyed into dawn...

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Goldie Blocks had no fear of anything – not closets, the dark or stairs. Faerie tales did not scare her, she did not fear lions, tigers or bears. She is fearless, her mother and her father agreed about their child. They allowed her to roam the land. Goldie Blocks was rather wild. The neighbors said “I would raise her...

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And over every wall that blocks me, Over Every distant hill that I can see, I imagine A magical land, A land, Where somehow things are different, Winged creatures dance among the trees, Sunlight, Falls like torch beams, White Clouds, Rise, Like Mountains in the sky, Stars hang like diamonds, Rivers flow like electric blue, A place across the hilltops, The other side of walls, A...

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Good time and bad time The pulses of time continuum Repeat with rhythm regular or irregular Destiny decides the timing and the duration But they must change from one trait to the other In the impermanent world of the ever changing times. Good time and bad time The two faces of the coin life gets Spins at its own interval regular or irregular You...

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blocks blemishes... leaning into the moving finish line...

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Ancient  Block Times you are amusing Fencing off heads Away from their ideas Making breeze without the wind Oftentimes you awful Being mean and breaking wills Spewing words without no thoughts Making faces while freezing phrases Othertimes you send your gaps Inside thoughts and makeshift phrases Making one frenzy As we tap and tap to patch up each sentence Making mockery of tense and moments How you...

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