Playful Poems - Poems about Playful

In spring we come out to see life, out from our long cold winter's nap. Bears are so loving not wildlife. Love can be grand. I am your big fun bear asap, you are my fury playful wife, I love to see you in gift-wrap. Tonight we need some fun nightlife, eating fish not from a flytrap, using my big claws not a knife, Love...

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Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore that holds old footsteps left behind us and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden sands spindle-legged girls hunt conch shells — starfish found! Blue waters glistening aqua appeal — white horse sea-magic spindrift manes rise from crests awakened from lowest ebb high tide arrives on thunder...

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the fresh air wafts in meandering exploring curious and capricious gingerly bobbing candidly playful announcing with much enthusiasm summer's arrival AP: 1st place 2025...

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a playful sun flickering and ondulating ~ catch me if you can AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 25, 2025...

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Heart delights on the playfulness of a child, living in each moment, vibrant and aglow, at times tempestuous, at other times wild, sans resistance, simply going with life’s flow. The koel sings her song, as and when it likes, following pulse of the soul that sometimes spikes, shout in the void for an audience of one, fragrance of a flower, the light...

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I ate a tangy orange today— its honeyed nectar pulled me back, to the orchard, where the air danced with citrus and sunlight. That tangy, sweet fragrance brought back a rush of memories: childhood days of spraying peels, stinging our eyes, saying, “It’ll make your eyes brighter,” each sting a playful dare. I see my mother now, drying the peels on the windowsill. What spell was...

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"Welcome to the playground" 'Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses. Ring around the roses.' Jack the ripper, he slept with a whore, and became deadly ill While his soulmate Jill became suicidal dependent on the Prozac pill. Mother Goose lost all four of her children it was easy to ignore. She was...

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One day a little puppy Arrived at my door Playfully jumping around He slipped on the floor Dark brown eyes scanning above Curious about all kinds of smells When I tried to pick up On my arms his paws fells When I looked into his eyes Reflecting my image, an awestruck girl I realised at that moment He is going to bring...

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Under the playful smile of the moon, where stars wink conspiratorially, I embarked on a mischievous journey into the depths of your eyes, A magical voyage through hidden corridors, Where your soul reveals itself in provocative silence. I gazed at you, lost in the oceans of your emerald gaze, Trying to decipher the mysteries of your laughter, But most of all,...

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no matter what else you do today be playful in some kind of fashion or way show the world your inner child inside do not let them wither, or try to hide jump from penguin to pelican write slogans on your wall then when the day is done be proud and stand way tall be playful and funny and laugh but not at...

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no matter what else you do today be playful in some kind of fashion or way show the world your inner child inside do not let them wither, or try to hide jump from penguin to pelican write slogans on your wall then when the day is done be proud and stand way tall be playful and funny and laugh but not at...

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No matter what else, do something playful every day This advice I received from an old woman, May She has lived one hundred and six years, so she probably knows Dance until you are exhausted, give exercise to your toes. Blow bubbles, stand outside and challenge the wind. Make no enemies if you can, bring them in as a friend. But...

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Last winter, I dipped my ink-blackened pen into the elixir of your playful sonnets, Allowing your soothing voice to become the master of intoxicating brews, Reviving a vibrant infatuation, a nocturnal carnival of desires, Drunk on the symphonies you orchestrated under the laughing sky, As the burning thirst infuses exciting verses into my fiery veins, And I, captivated, let myself...

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As petals open one by one I think of rehabilitation But who am I? Wild Irish rose I used to be. I am a part of what's in you I am the iris of your eyes I am a black panther prancing in warm rain I am a brook finding river, reaching to sea I am quiet dawn awakened by the Source I am...

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beatific ball curious cavorting cubs ~ progressive playground (February Full Moon – Ojibwe)...

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