Playmate Poems - Poems about Playmate

Playmate Change Haiku: by Tom 12/18/2021 Can you change my dime without giving me pennies? I prefer nickels. ...

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Poems about Children VI Playmates by Michael R. Burch WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours, we spent endless hours with simple toys, and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days were uncomprehended . . . far, far away . . . for the temptations and trials we had yet to face were lost in the shadows of an unventured...

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Say Say O' My Playmate come out and write with me you bring your your pencils three and we will scribble play writes or do some little ditty's tell a funny joke or two or maybe three maybe about you and me made up about me and you and made with some colors like ocean's blue that hum a Cosmic tune of sweet Commentaries that can ramble a childish tune to the sounds of Crayola Crayons crying out to you Come out and play!...

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Playmates by Michael R. Burch WHEN you were my playmate and I was yours, we spent endless hours with simple toys, and the sorrows and cares of our indentured days were uncomprehended . . . far, far away . . . for the temptations and trials we had yet to face were lost in the shadows of an unventured maze. Then...

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Laura Ingalls Wilder Her writing was milder. She lived in the backwoods Where they made canned goods. Laura wrote her children’s series Little houses were full of theories Her name became famed She was just what she claimed I’m sure she knew many other dearies I read most every Little house book It was long before there was a nook I longed to go back to...

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(A Children's Poem) Visions form as the cold wind blows I watch the flakes, see a carrot nose Red scarf around a cold, cold neck tall black hat, arms of forked sticks Stay away, sunshine, my friend will die his smile will vanish, his buttons will fly I will be sad as I contemplate my long-lost friend by the...

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A little girl with fairy tale dreams; playmates only she can see spending her time playing like she was big...eating honeysuckles and serving tea her playmates loved to listen to her talk, she did it very well she told them all her secrets....she knew they would never tell a young lady now, her playmates were real unsure of how she...

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You want to be my playmate O baby it sounds so great I know love is not a sin God knows well what I mean Baby at long last I can see Someone who really loves me I feel so lonely you know I will never let you go You are delight of my eyes No more sorrow no more cries...

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I watch my young son Look full-faced into the rugged wind His blond silken hair is blown about Like spikes around his elfin-like face. He knows nothing Of how the wind starts Or how it effects His cool Maritime climate. Only that this invisible wind Tickles his eyes and nose, Stirs up fallen leaves, And challenges him to dance - Open-armed - Into the deep bosom of...

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I'm standing in the doorway, And watching for her car. Mommy said she comes today, I can’t wait to feel her arms. She always reads me stories And tickles me to sleep. She gives me toys and bible books That I will always keep. I ride her back like ‘horsie’ She makes me laugh too much, And throws me up into the air, This person that...

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Looking out Of our upper room window Over looking the garage Where my old court stand still, with Its ring attached to the cemented wall I see my dearest son, five years old Playing basket by himself Dribbling the ball Zigzagging, against the unseen opponent Then he jumped, releasing A long range shot And the ball landed into the net. Shoot, three...

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