Playpen Poems - Poems about Playpen

...Date: May 2051 Raining morning dawning. Everything is Best and rest in all Hakim Households. Hours passed and in Damian's dome Dolly rose and gently kissed Damian. "Rise my husband. Strong......Read the rest...

...Date: February 2051 It was a cool winter morning. No Troubles all probable possibilities Rounds out to be a winning networth Of $375 billion fortune for Damian. He was in Contemplating Off......Read the rest...

...Mideast Peace: Oxymoron Though descendent of Jews, I feel boggled at the brutal, nasty and wanton war between Israelis and Palestinians. Many innocent victims bred to know and hate their en......Read the rest...

...A symphony of thoughts and words merge and converge within my mind, like a murmuration of birds. Feelings are released and aligned, forming a poem line by line in which tawdry rhymes a......Read the rest...

...Tidy boxes, appealing to the eye in a calendar, office space, sterile wall, driven in circles mad by desire for stimulation, a place beyond walls does such a place exist? and if so what fear lies ......Read the rest...

...OFF TO SCHOOL So you're off to boarding school, It'll be the making of you, my lad, Muses the bespectacled gentleman, Sat behind his morning paper, The commuter train steaming Its trundling......Read the rest...

...There was a baby boy named timmy Who didn't come from much But he had all he needed in his playpen He had blankets bikes toys and such But timmy missed the park and time with mom so much He ......Read the rest...

...Be truthful, supposing you were I, Would you have not snub the thigh? Opened its teaching; closed one eye Move swiftly so shy Rest weather to rely Not on heart contemplating to comply The weird......Read the rest...

...Woke up grinning like a silly old fool Is there something I can take for that Maybe a new pill that's just hit the market A cure-all to save humanity and our cat Household pets are wort......Read the rest...

...Tonight, I became my youngest son, my oldest son now gone My youth reframed, new joy proclaimed, a lost returning song Tonight, I became that little boy, whose playpen sets me free All toys ......Read the rest...

...Five little fingers keep me “occupied” as I crawl on Persian rugs, four little fingers toy with model trains my eldest brother scorned, three little fingers learn to tip and tap on gadgets oddly-n......Read the rest...

...She sits silently in contemplation, immersed in quietude and solitude. And yet, she's here to voice her frustration with the church, portraying women as lewd. God made woman subservient......Read the rest...

...Good memories of our brother Tom, I remember growing up with Tom. He is my favorite brother, When we came to Canada and he was born. The beautiful days together, When Tom was a baby. I......Read the rest...

...Everyone's always told me that boys don't cry, But though I ask, no one's ever told me why. Don't all kids cry when they fall down And walk around with a sad little frown? Don't all kids get ......Read the rest...

...Teacher please don't ridicule me Your words are poisionus and cruel All I want to do is come to school Learn how to be confident And one day be educated enough to rule Teacher dont underestimat......Read the rest...