Prams Poems - Poems about Prams

... She sits on the outer looking in As the party is in full swing Another family gathering With all the happiness and laughter it brings Her family….children and grandchildren Her reason sinc......Read the rest...

...People started running, for buses, taxis, trains, with umbrellas no defence, against the wind and rain, a drowned rat cycled past, then disappeared down a lane, when lightening flashed, I dashe......Read the rest...

... The talkers were talking, texting. Walkers were walking, skipping, jogging. Strollers were shaking, prams rocking. Kids were shouting, yipping, yelling. The pond went roundly arou......Read the rest...

...Fourteen pounds; that’s a bucket of lard And losing that shouldn’t be so hard It’s turkey, pud and let’s not quibble A pretty frequent midnight nibble It’s one whole stone of belly fat Inflati......Read the rest...

...Pondering how mockingly stupid the word 'cakery' is ~ I've just realised that 'bakery' is also a basic description. I'll trouble myself a while wondering if I've ever asked what either of them sell........Read the rest...

...Café Watch Sitting in a café, watching life pass by. People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy. Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands; Local people......Read the rest...

...One damaged cell can divide until it kills. For in the end we pay the rich man’s bills. The air polluted ravages and maims Now it’s cruelly late to curse and blame Oh sister how we playe......Read the rest...

...Giggled with glee running down a cobblestone street, full of youths joy and always upbeat, there was football in the park with all the neighborhood kids, and daredevil bike jumps and attempting lo......Read the rest...

...Expressionless faces from nondescript places Each to work races to go through their paces Mothers on day trips with Garrys and Tracys Hope to avoid unexpected disgraces Packed in like sardines ......Read the rest...

...The lost class I was watching a program called “Vera” when I recalling I once I lived in the northwest of England. What I remember best was the greyness of the place. A council estate for the......Read the rest...

...For our friend, Caren: RELAXATION OF FAERIE FOREST dosido, arm in arm through the pinefill of faeries. celebratory shakes, knowing nothing of masks. protected from human mistakes. clinking......Read the rest...

...Guy Fawkes' Night By the middle of October the piles are growing. English weather fails to dampen childhood enterprise. Gangs traverse the streets in forage To drag, on broken prams, a hoard,......Read the rest...

...Oh how I remember the lemon sun as it jittered through the morning sky the year was 1965, mom and dad became proud owners of our first home the address was painted in red over a plank of wood, ......Read the rest...

...The talkers were talking, texting. Walkers were walking, strolling, jogging. The prams were shaking, rocking. Kids were shouting, yipping and yelling. The pond went around and round ......Read the rest...

...Walking down streets which are clad in blue bricks past shops that all seem to sell just old rusting shutters. Mums pushing prams, empty of hope Charity shops selling rich peoples cast offs facto......Read the rest...