Hooray Poems - Poems about Hooray

Wearing a snapback on the highway, cherry-stained lips from a sno-cone. I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray’. I have been waiting to leave all day. It’s finally time and my mind is blown, wearing a snapback on the highway. Cannot work this hard and not play, carrying a bag and a palm stone. I fill in the blank ‘Zip code hooray.’ Oh...

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its my birthday hip hip horay...

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Hooray for Captain Spaulding... though he played only a cameo role helping me secure corrective eyewear I sport mucho gratitude to all parties involved including the missus, cuz she needed to shuttle me to and from hither and yon, wherever I needed to go, cuz entire bill paid (including thorough examinations and lenses - the frames repurposed from one used many moons ago) courtesy AETNA Medicare Advantra in...

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Hooray for the N/A That’s all that I can say That is N/A as in Not Again Or N/A as in Nearly Awesome (but I (the sponsor) didn’t get it Or it didn’t get me) Yet, I stand astride poetry's fence As one who gives and takes offence At times…to those who do not get my lines. I sponsor contests, enter some Some quite...

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the elephant circus is coming to Kalamazoo! Kids were so excited, they played hooky too. Running toward the tent that housed Ellie, the star. Frog was practicing his tricks, he could play a guitar. Pig was jumping out of a large red top hat. Wow! Said some of the felons, what do you think of that? School teachers were flying in...

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With a broken arm, there are many things That I haven’t quite managed of late, Like put t-shirts on, reach for shelves up high, Carry items of any real weight. Though my husband helps (cutting up my food, Doing dishes and making the bed) And my left hand tries to replace the right, With results quite below par instead… There are signs...

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We raised our sights in the autumn season, brilliant and vivacious shades, full of life. Vivid crimson, scarlet, rust, and yellow rife, The maple trees in the grove praised the region. Getting a clear grasp of the near atmosphere, hear the stones beneath our feet squish and shift. Consider the dust piles that our shoes drift, Feel the brisk breeze tickling our...

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Hooray! Autumn's on full display; my most favorite sight of all, is the grand pageantry of Fall. I feel just like a child at play, trading my tee shirt for long sleeves; and jumping in piles of dry leaves. Fall is a seasonal bouquet and a splendiferous jewel; a time for change and renewal. Orange tones with a gold inlay; make up the scattered leaf...

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Shark week on TV and Sheldon was excited as he had ever been. He got out his pad of paper, his iced tea, his TV Guide and his pen. He would figure out what channel featured his favorite show and then… He would sit here, relaxing in his recliner, stirring his iced tea with his fin....

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A dash on excitement tender passion warm my leaden mind; lavish, pungent perfumes drift thru torn, intimate halls; chuckling from the cookhouse table, our constant, unique, only junction, drown me amorously…and I am near!...

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I could not wait to get rid of my mask, kicking it into the street. Entire elementary school was giddy, getting rid of them was a treat! We saw the smiles of students we have not seen for an entire year. I am so glad to tear this mask off, nothing at this point do I fear. I am...

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Hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day Hooray, hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day Hubby took steps unaided today It may be only two But at last a break through A shamrock for luck, we’re on our way. * * * 17th March 2022...

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We teachers were eagerly looking forward to Friday March 13th, 2020. Because at 4:30 our spring vacation was to start – a whole week vacation. Oh, man! We were excited! A week of rest would be plenty. But then a robot call told us to tune in to a certain TV station. We were told not to report...

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Hooray! Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats. Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets. She skis down sugary mountain tops. He begs his coach to play shortstop. Footballs, field goals, fumbles. Touchdowns,...

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No Conclusions*** Can’t figure things out? Never between the lines. Outside the lanes, Staying spaced In gray shadows Or mist or fog… Outlying and altering. Possibly close,or Beyond Leaving, Below or high. Yet, wearing pseudonyms, Always being Lost, then Re-addressed. Oscillating. But, remaining Persistently ambiguous. Ticking, dangling. Indefinitely “Durra lurra loo, Durra lurra lay,” Tick-tocking clock Infinitely Short...

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