Grandstands Poems - Poems about Grandstands

...The Market place is empty No more traffic in the streets All the builders tools are silent No more time to harvest wheat Busy housewives cease their labors In the courtroom no debate Work on ea......Read the rest...

...My son, my dear son, do not think it to be strange when you find yourself going through a bad patch. When things get hard, you must become harder still. Look up to God, even when it seems He is no......Read the rest...

...With head high and lifted up, Saturated with ambitions, Impregnated with goals, You reach for the stars And long to go far. With plans in hand, You climb the grandstands, Only to fine locked w......Read the rest...

...(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end today April 25th, 2021 generates elusive warm treasured memories). Akin to significance my eldest sister felt toward her “Willies” – (totally tub......Read the rest...

...So much of our Life is filled with fun and games. Too many think that things will forever be the same. Everyone continues with their own personal business, While there are yet others struggling......Read the rest...

...All knowing spiritual light muse of an inner owl The grandfather of all the poetry’s best kinds of fowl, Omnipotent in my soul, a vital and enormous part of me. Shining my truth and my tragedies f......Read the rest...

...Asleep while awake Walking among the living Trying hard to break The monotony and gluttony misgiving Lends to the sultry atmosphere Saturated with dope As departed souls in the troposphere P......Read the rest...

...Three long years ago I first entered these marbled walls Now with glory and honor pride Intervened in me we go down in history On through the day we celebrate All those electives We forget our......Read the rest...

...First half of the month cooler, then the second half warmer Spring clocks turned forward, daylight lasting longer Games of gold always told, losing harassed nine-fold Allowed homers and walk......Read the rest...

...When I was young, I wanted to run away to the circus. Then one day I realized the circus was life! Are we not the clown, the strongman, the freak, the daredevil? Is there not personal sorrow and t......Read the rest...

...P olitical panic and protests abound O n every front, no peace can be found L ists are long with our discontent I nternal strife, a nation's torment T otal chaos erupts every day I s this the ye......Read the rest...

...a decuain I walked the fairgrounds 1962, a penny for my thoughts at age thirteen. I loved to gather up loose coins with Hugh the grandstands cleared out, we would start to “clean” I walked th......Read the rest...

...It’s the great American pass time that will never die, The thundering sport called baseball, as the grand Old flag waves in the breeze, of everlasting freedom above The sacred stadium on opening d......Read the rest...

...Across the board are my bishops and pawns opening a battling door! And my castles corner your kings well-planned out bonjour. Holding sturdy ground, my queen gets caught in between your most brilli......Read the rest...