Oohing Poems - Poems about Oohing

...They shoot me up into the sky I hear the crowd The young one’s voices screaming with delight uncomfortable laughter of the old ones They know how dangerous I am Not yet! I tell myself. Hold on. ......Read the rest...

...Where did you get a stuffed albino squirrel? I say this after giving it a tug and a whirl. After oohing and ahhing over it, we all yell And I mean down deep from the bowls of hell… “Jambers!” l......Read the rest...

...Lilies were aghast at the new hybrid. She was freckled with orange spots. How dare she! They whispered. Some tittered. Until the garden club ladies appeared Oohing and praising “spotted medallio......Read the rest...

...We never know in this life what in the next moment fate will bring…I suppose that’s why we spend so much time relishing in all the little things. Like spending a day with our children…their childr......Read the rest...

...What are age spots? The children ask me. I show them mine. They are amazed, oohing and ahhing. We used to call them freckles, I tell them. But now they are age spots. They are six and seven. I w......Read the rest...

...Baby John woke up in a warm new place His heart leapt for joy Where was this? His subconscious recognized the colors They were more vibrant than those of the earth world There was more than one ......Read the rest...

...If I can say it, but not sing it, or even hum a resonant melody that feels like it, then perhaps my greater gift is silence, at least for now, until toxic seeds ripen into our healthiest res......Read the rest...

...She is a vixen, a siren, a flobbergooser, a tramp. Because she wears a dress? I asked, confused. Because she wears a red dress. There are answering murmurs. I am working on the Alzheimer’s unit ......Read the rest...

...She loves it; he hates it; the children are indifferent. Max, the son, runs toward an abstract artist the others do not understand. Charlotte, the daughter, is reading a book, loving it that she ha......Read the rest...

...This Valentine’s Day it is thirty degrees below zero So flowers would die, right? Even the dog won’t go out there. We plant marigolds, optimistically in styro-foam cups. Breakfast is cinnamon an......Read the rest...

...That is the first time that Santa had to make a wise decision: to keep, or not keep Christmas? He'll disobey the restrictions to stay at home and take his sleight ordering the reindeer to fly away......Read the rest...

...No way I can be happy, she said in a weird way. We imagined she was kidding, this goddess of play. Smirking with a silly grin that was not dissipating. For where was the Cheshire face originatin......Read the rest...

...Mooing oohing barnyard zooming Loosy goosy is gently grooming. True blue moon is choosing looming. Sue Boo’s moose is rooster booming. We are through with the foolishness of you two. Come back......Read the rest...

...I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach! Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices, yours truly moost best be famished resembling lovely bag of bones beyond irreparable damage wrought ......Read the rest...

...Old Jack is at it again, Great Grandmother says. Her voice eases through a window as we reach shoes on the porch. At least twelve pair; which is okay as she has eighteen children. A variety of sec......Read the rest...