Lists Poems - Poems about Lists

As I get older My wish lists get Smaller and smaller What I really want Can't be bought...

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there's something intrinsically poetic about lists… 1. bread (wholemeal) twelve eggs solar panels occasional frogs corporate lawyers steam 2. onions (red) tomatoes (finely chopped) garlic (four cloves) fireman's ladder (aluminium) disparity (secretly hidden) mildness (abundant) gluttony (almost definite) mozzarella (abridged) 3. clean sink dirty sink point un-necessarily wear wetsuit and carry surfboard in populated area shirk responsibilities vacuum dog hide reappear (nearly palindromic) borrow an eagle book car in to be...

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Survived a six-week vacation in downtown Gary, Indiana Bucket lists these days have gone bananas ...

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Dreaming words, and the words are waiting. I awaken and try to open my notebook, but the pages are stuck. I scramble fruitlessly every morning. Those dreams, those dreams… I forgot my dreams before I could get a pen in my hand. So I can only look back at my list from yesterday. Of all the things I was supposed to...

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Got old, It's not so bad, Wrinkle age, bucket lists, Option far worse, naught to discuss, No fuss....

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One-Out One-in To Do Too much to do? Much more than few? Only add one in When one out binned....

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Things I Almost Always Daily Do 1. Wake up on time; don’t be a sleepy head. 2. Grab the food I’ll eat at work (unless it is a stay-home day) 3. Clean the litter box; make sure the cats are fed. 4. Get dressed; do chores and don’t forget to pray. 5. Drive or don’t drive (see item number 2) 6....

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There have been many times in my life when I heard about hit lists (kill lists so to speak). Sometimes these death threats against others even make it onto international news. I’m reminded of the prize-winning author , a certain Sir Salmon Rushdie in the late 80’s who received a death sentence from the Ayatollah. His book was considered blasphemous and was...

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When inviting some folks to your home, Over guest lists you really should comb, Crossing out those whose views Have made waves in the news Or you might end up here in a poem. So a bigot or one filled with hate, Should not find his name card on a plate, Though, of course, it’s a choice To break bread or give...

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Comfortable silence Conversations made by our eyes Bodies that intertwine like souls who've met before our time Long loving laughter that feels up a room Time stands still just to watch us kiss with intention Fear escapes us here Stresses neglect us Certainty is mine dear...

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They texted on backlit marginalia, phones dimming as the night grew older. After a squabble, they tested their feelings. “I am still the same woman,” she wrote, mentioning all her good points. He, drowsy and hung over, “I have a list.” He had listed the many reasons she was great to be with - quoted those. “Thank you,” she said preening. “I haven’t changed, you have!” He...

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Joy! Joy! of all the honors I have earned In a lifetime of trysts, mazes, and twists None have I so much relished, indeed, As topping one of Poetry Soup’s lists! I only wish they would send a certificate I feel like my soul would be duly kissed, My head swells with pride, such renown, If I wrote music, I’d feel...

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They messaged on backlit marginalia, phones dimming as the night grew older. After the fight, they pondered each other, tested their feelings. “I am still the same woman” She wrote. He, drowsy and hung over - “I have a list.” He had listed the many reasons she was so great to be with. He mentioned those reasons to her. ...

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*(a poem in Senryus)* You don’t have to count, when you lose a boyfriend, you know. There was just one. He was gone before I knew it - he wasn’t, you know, tied up or anything. For a moment I toy with saying, “Alexa, add rope to my shopping list." In High School boyfriends come and go - it's like shopping - where you return things....

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I suppose the usual suspects, should fill up this poem, City of lights, ancient pyramids, colosseum in Rome, To be honest I seen all these places, sitting playing the slots, Yeah we’re talking Vegas baby, sin city, I’ve given it a shot, Been up the Eiffel Tower, Bellagio fountains down below, Viewing the Sistine chapel, in Venice along the same road, Look...

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