Recreation Poems | Examples

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Premium Member perks and recreation

rape is part of her job~
a bonus of his


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Toboggan-Chute Sonnet

Steel angle-iron dates back ninety years,
the tower rises by a mirrored lake,
up top a ramp, like ski jumps, does appear,
sloping down to the shore without a break.
The lake is frozen flat by winter’s grip,
in some spots thick enough to drive a car,
and young people all around make the trip,
with tourists from hotels that are not far.
They climb the steps built on the ramp’s right side,
with blankets, sleds, toboggans old and new,
down the ramp in a rush the people slide,
joyous cries adding to the happy views.
For tens of yards across the ice they skid,
jump back in line to fly once more like kids.

Areas of Modulation

That phrase describes products that 
succeed through inherent quality,
 solving real world problems


It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
 the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
 be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which 
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful 
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
 being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
 the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede


Premium Member 'Adult Recreation' -- No Concerns There

          Marriage to robots is coming soon
             They’re friendly, faithful and cheap 
          No wedding expenses or honeymoon
      
          As for ‘adult recreation’
             No concerns there 
                vis-a-vis procreation

          What's more, robots learn extremely fast
             ~ so in the sack, they'll last and last

Premium Member The Parfect Game

“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage? 
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire 
Wondering if anyone cared 
Teed off a bit  
Beth held back, throwing a fit  
Instead, she headed towards the links  
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day 
Make it to the green
Only a dream  
Find the pin 
Earn a win 
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry  
Screaming ‘what fore’  
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game  
Where eagles and birdies, never blame 
Or complain 
Fortune and fame  
As a hazard instigating pain

Premium Member Springs Arrival

The trees lining the streets are filled with cherry blossoms
Mother Nature is letting us know that spring arrival is going to be awesome
Enjoying a walk along the breakwater bustling with people enjoying the new day's sun
After a long winter, it is wonderful to be able to get out and have some fun
Flowers will soon bring a wide variety of colours as they spring up from the ground
A tour of our dressers for shorts and tee shirts that need to be found 
Lawnmowers are about to rise from their winter hibernation
Hair cuts for our lawns are soon to be our new form of recreation
Even our timepieces will be busy springing ahead
Let's get off our social devices and spend more of our day outdoors instead
Gather up the family and go enjoy some ice cream 
Bid farewell to winter and go blow off some steam


Premium Member Cycling In the Summertime

Cycling in the summertime is swell
The feel of the cool wind in your face
Riding through a level flowering dell,
Exhilaration finally winning the race.

The feel of the cool wind in your face
Sweet scents of blossoms inhaling,
Exhilaration finally winning the race
With tired and sore muscles entailing.

Sweet scents of blossoms inhaling
The sun feeling warm on your face,
With tired and sore muscles entailing
You accept your trophy with grace.

The sun feeling warm on your face
Congratulations on the victory won,
You accept your trophy with grace 
The whole experience so much fun.

Congratulations on the victory won
Riding through a level flowering dell,
The whole experience so much fun
Cycling in the summertime is swell. 

Written May 5, 2022

Fallen Asleep

Reaching for the Couch,
Laying for a snooze.
As fast as a wink,
The alarm clock buzzed,
Jerking my entranced body alive.

On the floor were documents, files, Stapler. 
My table wore a different look.
Like one of which, a maniac dwells.
The laptop wasn't in view.
Drawers were all open.

The money! Mr. Zack!
My lips remained opened,
While my feet sought for strength.
All that counts, were lost.
In 10 minutes, recreation turned agitation.

Premium Member Bonfire of the Tires

Someone built a blazing bonfire out of tires
At the crest of the hill between the villages,
And we have come here to ride our sleds
The mile and a half to the bottom of old 60,
On the solid sheet of ice over packed snow
Two trips down and up, and we are frozen,
Our noses red, our eyelashes icy tingling,
And we can no longer feel our toes…but,
It is all worth it, and we will long remember
When someone built a bonfire out of tires.

written November 29, 2021

Premium Member Whitewater Rafting

New River waters skimming jagged rocks
Drenched rafters paddle madly
Are we having fun yet?

THIRD PLACE WINNER
written July 12, 2021
for "Bite Size No. 12" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier

FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
July 17, 2021

Premium Member Summer Recreation

bikini-clad girls
volleyball playing at beach ~
fun under the sun



Submitted for...
Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchen
Date written: 06/28/2021

Sappho Recreation

happiness wets me as
          in torture,
          drip by drip,
           dropwise...

           impossible to drink
           the sea...
           how impossible
           is to count its sand...

           herald birds
            of spring,
            mosquitoes sent
            from rains,
            dry leaves signs
            of autumn,
            advertiser swallows
            of summer....

            your love extinguished
             from me while i
             burned me with love...

             Your love was only dry.
              and mine only flood...

Premium Member Fully Charged

This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.

I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.

I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.

His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.

He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.

My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is 
as he helps me get undressed.

My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.


p.s. I write short stories too  =]

Happy Recreation

J-oyful
A-uthor's
G-leeful
D-edication
I-nspires
S-omeone's
H-eart

S-imply
I-mplementing
N-atal
G-uy's
H-appy

R-ecreation
A-s
M-essage
A-bout
N-ame
A-mazes

Topic: Birthday of poet Jagdish Singh Ramana (January 07) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Premium Member Dream Ball

Catapulted far
I caught my dream in mid air;
Ha, no mitt needed!

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