Marking Poems - Poems about Marking

Marking Time

A missing front tooth
Nightlight glowing soft
Height marks on the wall
Training wheels old news
Car keys in the drawer

Butterfly kiss
Mama bear hug
A runny nose
Love for my son

Brushing teeth
Bedtime tales
Shutting doors

Baked bread
Beer breath
 
Tears

Devil Comet Diamond Ring-Welcome April

April showers may dampen Dallas Texas torrents glooming deluge on path way
Priceless zooming presence; shrouds blend violets and daisies blooming in May
Rain forecast an encumbered view; stubborn clouds cause distressing delay                        

Lost Marking

What was once there is no longer here.
Must I forget whom I hold dear?

Marking the Secrets

Violence deceives  
in the absence of love
 masking a template
that fits like a glove

Destruction and madness 
call from within
where lies have embedded 
in footnotes to sin

Violence festers 
in spirit deformed
to strike ever constant
those feelings unborn

Its petroglyph’s holler 
from caves deep inside
marking the secrets
—we most try to hide

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

Re-Marking June

*Image of Pride Backgrounds by Pixabay.

Re-Marking June

A Pride fellow with the hockey staff,
Who is jeered by some that made them laugh,
Was to count the whole team's men,
Ere the P.A., (ne'er again),
Said, "Our team's men totals about half."

2022 June 09
*3rd Place*
A funny Limerick - Any Theme
~~Tania Kitchin: Judged 2022 June 19

*RZ & HMS: 9,9,7,7,9.

Marking a Memory

I am recalling how wonderful it was to stand
At the edge of the New River Gorge overlook 
And view the expanse of the ridges, so grand,
From a distance the river seemed only a brook.

The mountains, embracing the water’s edge,
Covered in verdant greenery for eons of time
Looking to the south a high steel arch bridge
Awaited the

Rubicon Crossing

Many, many years ago when I was just a kid
Life was miserable because I was so small
I was the perfect victim for every bully around.
When I decided to go into the military
They said, "You are too weak, you won’t survive,"
But I was determined to show them I could.

The day I raised my hand and was

Marking the Days

I read about a mom and son 
Who chose to mark the days
Since Covid struck by making cranes
In most creative ways.

One paper crane a day displayed
And posted as amassed 
Allowed them to acknowledge 
The uncommon year that passed.

I love a daily noting
Of the march of Father Time, 
Whether origami-folded
Or some pencilled words in rhyme.

Marking Time

The sky slid across a thinly iced sun
As clouds collided amid piled up heaps
Painting noses pink, where powdered breath spun
Webs of frost surrounding when minutes creep
On skittish feet, wary of time’s upkeep
When their passion’s reckless young Romeos
Discard stoic gray for flashy road shows
What impatient eyes fail to calculate...
A serene gleaned as the wisdom of snow
Lands

Marking Time

Is your humanity held captive
  by your intelligence

Does your soul remain imprisoned
  for a self-inflicted crime

Are the wishes you made, abandoned, 
   prisoners of the wind

Is the cell locked deep within you
    —on whose walls you mark the time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Marking My Footprints

While listening to  my footsteps rap
I stumble: tiny boughs whip these cheeks
until my eyes catch a glimpse
of  our old cabin tilting ahead,
like a barren woman in quiet dignity.
The field's gopher darts through an exit
with such eerie silence, jolting my city bones.
Alarmed, I peer into this space of time 
that has forgotten me--- the

Marking the Calendar

Every year I do the same – 
The calendar gets marked
With birthdays and important dates
To help my brain get sparked.

I sometimes add occasions
For new friends or someone’s birth,
As sending cards is what I do,
For all that it is worth.

Yet this year there are certain dates,
Where names I’ve always penned,
That will be blank because I’ve lost
A

X Continues Marking Many Spots

X Continues Marking Many Spots
                        by Odin Roark

Anonymous living suits many,
gypsy fever of the brain.

Seldom hiding in the shadows,
the glare of klieg-light attention
forever glares upon responsibility,
a disease to many,
a growing malady for

Marking Time

Whisper in my ear
the beauty of your
soul,
Long been longing to
hear your musical
thoughts.

The tone of your
body bewitched me
completely,
The flow of your
energy driving me
crazy.

Come to me at any
time of the day,
Crossing million
miles,
only to feel the
pleasure again.

Unlock the door with
the key of flame,
And rest assured,
It will be worth the
pain.

I feel the sensation
in these eyes,
Makes me yearn,
But sometimes
fright.

Carry yourself

Marking the End

And now were at it again-
sitting in silence,
marking the end;
the end of compliance.

Always seems to stem with defiance,
next in line-
too much reliance.

Two guys, separate occasions
I guess you could call me a player-
I like the game of persuasion.

Believe me this,
I know this strays from virtue-
and did not intend to hurt you;
I did my best to explain,
the

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