Short Bumps Poems
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WITHOUT THE BUMPS IN THE ROAD OF LIFE
iT wOULD bE lIKE oNE lONG eX-LaX fREEWAY! ;)))
cOPYRIGHT 2014 rOBERT wILLIAM gRUHN
WITHOUT THE BUMPS IN THE ROAD OF LIFE
iT wOULD bE lIKE oNE lONG eX-LaX fREEWAY! ;)))
cOPYRIGHT 2018
rOBERT wILLIAM gRUHN
Form:
cool
breezes
soft ruffle
of Goose feathers
an idle instinct
reawakened
bids adieu
to water's
chill
8/13/2022
Say It In Nine Poetry Contest
Today I’m grateful for understanding
no matter what comes our way…
our happiness depends on how we deal with
those inevitable bumps in the road along the way.
Way back in my day, moms-to-be
Wore tents which made bumps hard to see
To hide them seemed good
Discreet understood
Now snug tops let large bumps hang free!
I don't have to tell you,
You know.
You do have to tell me,
'cause I don't.
Razor's edge.
Stand your ground.
Or maybe we could talk it out?
Women know stuff
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yep
Why did we choose “goose” bumps
Instead of “duck” bumps or “caterpillar” lumps
How about “camel”
Grrr, only two per mammal
Oh well... guess we'll stick with “goose” bumps
Why did we choose “goose” bumps
Instead of “duck” bumps or “caterpillar” lumps
How about “camel”
Grrr, only two per mammal
Oh well... guess we'll stick with “goose” bumps
The itsy bitsy fighter
Went up to start his bout
Down came the pain
And knocked the fighter out
Out came the blood
And dried up on his brain
So the itsy bitsy fighter
Would never bout again
A crash, a bang, a whistle in the wind,
bumps in the night are a scary thing
Shadows in the bedroom fill me with dread,
is someone sitting at the end of my bed?
As the full moon rises on all hallows eve,
be wary of ghosts tugging at your sleeve.
.
Unexpectedly
his miniature hand
bathed my arm
Attached to it
the query
“Pops”
“Yes son
I love you too”
And his giggles raced on
Bumps in the Road
Life is going sweet
Life is going good
When you finally got the beat
Your a stick in the mud
Don't let it bring your down
You still got the whole song
You'll make it all good some how
You can still go on
Don't let anybody tell you
That your going to fail
Don't let them tell you what to do
Don't stop when you break a nail
GOOSE BUMPS
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I'd thought I found eternal rest
cold hands folded, still, on my chest
but I hear echoes from the past
the trumpet's sound, fierce bugle blast
Coming alert, I look around
burst out laughing, see the sound
source - back to sleep with merry wave
at geese, goose-stepping on my grave ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
Life can lead us in all directions
throw a curve we do not foresee
sometimes we go with the flow
other times we do not know
how we handle it can effect us
we could follow the curve with ease
or it can bend and twist us to our knees
sometimes fate plays a roll
takes us on a path we did not know
so as we bend and twist our way
all things have a beginning and end one day.
Contest 28/03/2021 Life Struggles by Constance La France
'Neath the stars...on brisk dark nights
Upon the stage... 'Neath neon lights
Remembering thoughts...of old and new
Mind-boggled sights...of Deja-vu
Watching birth...my newborn child
Watching nature's...open wild
Touching lips...a melt me kiss
Life's wonder's...heaven's bliss
Like tender movie's...(Forrest Gump's)
Beautiful things, give me...goosebumps
Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Delilah Ventura
11-20-2019
I get goosebumps
When I get cold
I can feel them
Rising on my arms
As the cold air circulates
They go away as
I warm up
I get goosebumps
When I’m about to walk
Into a dangerous situation
Like walking down a street
Or going into a building
They pop up on my arms
Letting me know that
Something’s not right
The closer i walk to it
The larger my goosebumps get
It gives me a cold eerie feeling
that enters my body
Giving me the creeps
Whenever I see a mother cry
My skin covers itself in goose-bumps
My eyes well up my throat feels choked
I really can't bare such raw intense grief
I wish I could help them
Save them
Take away the aching pain
Wipe away broken tears
A grieving mother never heals I know this as true
Her days will be forever cradleing what memories remain
She will never hold her head the same
Her heart filled with despair
An emptiness one will never truly know
Unless you have had to let go..