Short Boyish Poems
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Tales amongst natives of the plains
Of a shepherd dog's near human brain-
Adventures of two, close as twins
Rusty a lad,with boyish grin
And his Alsation...Rin-Rin-Tin
O, the love of pure heart's passion
thrumming wildly beneath his blouse
What he lacks in words, he makes up in action
then look ~ that boyish smile of satisfaction
When my hand is in yours
and boyish smiles creep across my face,
I hear love whisper in my ear
and finally convince me
there is so much more to life
than simply surviving it.
Boyish giggles on an angelic face
Leaping boundries through time and space
Ask me forever and I'll give you a day
Zealots confined to never change
Effulgently ablaze through racing time
Christmas
memories
lost in frail mind.
His family are strangers -
eyes blank.
Boyish
thoughts of yore,
Grandpa pretends,
returns hugs with anxious smile –
lonely.
for Dr. Ram's Cinqku Contest, 11/9/2014
Martin Luther King, Jr.
a leader, a statesman
a preacher, an inspiration
Robert F. Kennedy
boyish, vulnerable
beloved, fiercely capable
Ponder a moment, will you? ~
How great America might be
Had she blended the words
and the works of these two
His boyish charm; his arm around my shoulder; my fluttering heart.
His lips softly met mine, and in that long, smooth hot summer night’s kiss,
all that I’d longed for in my fourteen years suddenly blossomed.
For Line Gauthier's the 'Bite Size Poem no.5' Poetry Contest
The perfect smile, the enchanting eyes
The way he laughs, the way he cries
The well-defined chest, the muscular arms
The awkward moments, the boyish charms
The gentle touch, the warm romance
The tender kiss, the climactic dance
The clearest memory, the darkest sky
The first hello, the last goodbye
The rusty earth,
boring beneath
his boyish knees.
He wondered, how long
it would take to grow
manly legs.
Legs, he could escape
his childhood dread.
Sipping wine she glances
at his manly knees.
He wonders, what she’s
thinking; on his
manly legs?
Legs, he could escape
with; lest something
more is said!
Your exit teased before turning around,
Quickly gaze to expose who you've found,
My boyish blush spotted by girlish glow,
Our eyes lock in tandem as we both know.
Naturally break in two genuine smiles,
Heart dropping moment without denial,
Vunerable selves were almost too real,
Frankly our chemistry made time stand still.
I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know
We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase
There is a poignancy in boyhood...
The high voice, and ineptitude,
The yearning to be free of mother's strings;
The awkwardness of age fifteen, to wit
A boyish sullenness.
There are some things lost when manhood gained -
And mothers cry on thinking.
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3/10/2015
Featured poem of the week commencing 8/13/2017
Fat balls
white stitches curve a fast sun
SLAM arcs to anxious
brown leather skins.
Batter up!
Sheepskin rolls
come to age in camera points
POP flashes to jubilant
boyish grins. Next up!
Fat rolls
duffles pitch in pointed darkness
BANG target anxious
leather skins.
Soldier up!
I was wrong to think that roses would last forever
You brought them to me that day so long ago
My heart was captured by your boyish smile
You were not yet a man and that I didn't know
We made promises and our hearts were glad
But you were gone when life began to show its face
Now I'm left with only those dry and brittle roses
And memories of that time that I can not erase
Spring
In his
Step, boyish
Grin on his face.
Winter has ended;
Off to her place.
Elated,
Flush with
Thrill.
Red
Roses
In hand, for
Youth remains, still.
Darkness not looming,
Now in springtime,
He's blooming:
Little
Blue
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For the “Springtime Ninette Contest” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by M. L. Kiser
Checked with HowManySyllables.com
Written 02/16/2022
Marching with confident swagger, they stride
Jubilantly boasting of pony ride
While slinging rifle with flair
For cowboy video share
As Christ’s young soldiers*, amidst boyish pride.
*2Timothy 2:3 Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ.
May 6, 2022
3rd place, "High Noon " Cow Boy Limerick Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 5/8/2022.
A voice perfection has conceived
Where once a fledgling had perceived
Divine an ingenuity
I now have found humanity
Yet pulses through Great Britain's veins
Your lasting boyish innocence
All I've struggled to obtain
A child's heart was its penitence
Of old perceiver, you are now portrayed
By cruder hands. Oh untainted mind!
Your rhyme and verse relentless time has weighed
Yet found have I a heart behind.
Form:
I lust for her
my curiosity clings
to her in wonder
I lose my train of
though around her
I crush on her
from a far
I laugh out loud
at this feeling
because even now
I still am not sure
if I want her.
Or if I'm merely
aroused by her presence
Hey boyish qualities
does crazy things to my
body and senses.
People ask me what it is
about her and I have
no clue.
Bi curious I am
this much I know is true
Burst into that tight cleavage
In search of a dept non had reached before,
In a darkness so sweet and embracing
Pumped up, with vigor the thrusting continues
An endless wave of moans drowns the background
Yes! Id hit edges and probably bruise
Yet I persist
A lingering joy awaits in accomplishment.
In what seemed like seconds of eternity
I arrive, a boyish smile preceding
An arrival met with utmostly great enduring pleasure.
your great big smile
on your boyish face
i will remember forever
it will never be erased.
we have been friends for so long
since the 5th grade
i cant beleive that your gone
i just wish you couldve stayed.
we will meet up once again
wait for me in heaven.
your missed so much
by your family and friends
ill see you soon enough
dont worry our friendship will never end.
whenever i look at the sky so blue,
all i can do is think of you
During the campaign of 1860
a young girl wrote Abe Lincoln a letter
She told him he looked too boyish
to be Pres. With a beard, he'd do better
Lincoln gave it some thought and declared
She's right! I'm grateful someone cared...
Eight score years later, a brave soul told Mr. Trump
If he'd just wear a mask, his support would increase
But Mr. Trump didn't listen; he's no Abraham Lincoln
You know what happened: In the end he got fleeced
The rocks had to be somewhat flat,
and if you angled them just right,
they’d skip-dance before they’d splat.
Kids I knew would meet at a pond
to see who could get the most skips.
’Twas but a game but of it I was fond.
Orange-haired Willie was often winner,
throwing with his knees on the ground.
Compared to him I was but a beginner.
Why do I remember this boyish play
after sixty summers have burnt through?
The friends I made are part of me today.