Light Poems | Examples of Light Poetry

A five-year old precocious daughter asked her daddy where rabbits lived. To impress her, he straightway said: “In the ground in borrows, love.” The little girl looked puzzled. “Are you sure,” she said, “or is this just another adult fabrication like Santa Clause or the birth stork?” Dumbfounded by her response and eager to recover from his embarrassment,...

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My father is no conversationalist. For all practical purposes he lives in the garage where he tinkers with nuts and bolts, the lawnmower and the car. My mother talks a lot. She lives on the telephone, and, when not at her housework, buries her nose in travel magazines that tout places exotic and far. It’s crossed my mind many...

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And if there’s nothing left to come back to ... shall we wander the aimless wasteland as ghosts along with the other extinctic creatures. A barren planet of our making: literally, Hell on Earth. So, let us pray the Lord’s prayer for a little intervention. A little “on Earth as it is in Heaven.” would...

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It’s true, You can’t take it with you when you die. So, what will be waiting for you in the next life? It’s only what we do now, that will determine that. So, make good choices for the future, your life just may depend on it. All our lives depend on it! Ah, the...

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. i said no ...

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From womb to grave the light is brief, our days are clogged with pain and grief; there’s little time for tears or laughter, and if that weren’t bad enough there’s a hereafter! ...

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. i'm staring at her digit that cute one 'tatch'd her mitt that one she favorz when i'm spy'n where she'z press'n i'm staring at her ...

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Vanity and Vain The end is only a farce The beginning is far away There is only a vacuum A hollow voidancy Life is vain A floating lily hovering in futility Seeking a transient haven Settling my tomorrow today ...

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Those crunchy flakes doped up with sugar may be contributing to your odd behavior. Take my advice, it’s not too late, if you’re able: keep the poisons off the breakfast table – what you’re eating, stupid, are cereal killers!...

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Doctors and morticians do not exactly work in opposition. The first do their best to keep you living; the second do likewise but not breathing. ...

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Her sugar intake was phenomenal, her blood index astronomical! She had become a sugar freak, three meals a day, seven days a week. Her doctor’s warning she ignored, his food suggestions had her bored. Her pancreas, he pointed out, was low on insulin, or just about. Predicted she’d have to quit all sugar or face an early burial. Laughed it off as...

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The fight in which you can't understand, As love proceeds to hold your hand, On purpose with precision, precious in his eyes, Keeping every ounce of you hidden protecting your heart inside, Like a treasure to keep or a door to unlock, A place to hide when the heart's had enough, We live out this life with everyone knowing, And yet forget...

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His logic was not the kind that sprang from a sound mind. To wit, he defined a catalyst as a feline specialist; and, by his logic (and now yours), concluded that an analyst must likewise be a specialist – if you’re slow, don’t analyze this!...

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She never was the kind of cook who consulted a recipe book, and he never complained but swallowed. He ate with that habitual look to the ER that always followed. ...

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