Marking Poems - Poems about Marking

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 ...

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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 ...

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

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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)...

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*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....

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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