Short Playtime Poems
Short Playtime Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Playtime by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Playtime by length and keyword.
She had lots of fun
Hot dates in the sun
Her body was willing to share.
Defeated by time
And squeezed like a lime
For comfort she plays solitaire.
We've had lunch, it's playtime.
Grandpa's invite to share his favorite game.
See who starts snoring first.
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Miss Teri rolled in the clover
With neighbours Neil Down and Ben Dover
She loved to rehearse
Playing Doctor and nurse
When done she would simply start over.
FORTIES PLAYTIME
Hopscotch
with whip and top
or marbles and five stones-
pastimes lost now in memory's
chasm.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
Lee’s very excited today.
Mom’s helping with her tea party.
Now that Lee’s dollies are in place,
Oatmeal cookies and tea are served.
Playtime at the park will follow.
Summertime
Wind chime
Patiently waiting
For a nudge
Swaying in the breeze
Musical enchantment
Delightfully
Announcing
Sublime
Playtime
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POOHSTICKS
I am a british bulldog
a junior jumping jack,
who loves my toe-tic-tac.
I pitch pennies against the wall,
but love playtime poohsticks best of all.
I am but a child,
Sitting in a
Garden,
Eating the dirt.
I told
The fairies what
You did
And how you
Hurt me.
I hope that
In another life,
You are an ant
And I am a child
With a
Magnifying glass.
Freezing slides on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug;
Finger mitts,snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks with lift-up lids,
Pen nibs and inkwells;
Five-stones,conkers in the yard,
Before the lesson bell
Christmas day. Receiving a Darth Vader remote controlled toy.
I had it for only 24 hours. Last time I saw it.
Where did you go, Darth? Back to chasing Luke Skywalker?
Oh well, got a good 15 minutes of playtime with you.
I've been called Yoda.
Form:
Skinned knees and darned socks
Hand me down clothes the lot
Playtime under the sun
Backyard cricket when the day is done
No need to be the best
Just join in with the rest
Go to bed dog tired
60s Summer time as we desired.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Playing to clouds of DDT
the children ran screaming into it -
hurried playtime in the mist...
Ten minutes of forbidden fog,
forgetting that it was forbidden...
Glorious, thickened, smoky smog.
10/4/15
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That's what Children are,
Actors upon a stage
Sometimes, behaving as
if they've been let out of
a cage
Periodically, experiencing
fits of rage
As they, in their Playtime,
do engage
Having the tendency to act
a bit beyond their age
Until they turn in a chapter
of LIFE, to another page
Our Heavenly Father graced of
Playtime
To remind
Despite our past sins
We are precious to him
We are always able to conquer
For he is our Mentor
As our Lord did select
Our Lord as our Architect
I always believed in you
We always rose within your values
Kept well mannered
I looked up to my Elders
FORTIES CHILD
Freezing slides
on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug
Finger mitts
snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks
with lift-up lids
Pen nibs
& inkwells
Five-stones conkers
in the yard
before
the lesson bell
repost from 2007
Daylight wakes in grace to embrace Sunday’s rest
And warms a hearth’s nest its trace of joy , mid-air:
Lively the fond chime, mime, where playtime brings zest
Till evening’s affair ...ends with kin's deep prayer.
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It's the best part of being a kid,
creating worlds at whim, blasting
bad guys away, saving the world
for Mom, Dad, Nana and Pop-Pop.
When we grow up, we can't play,
though we try to, with sex, drugs,
booze or fast cars-- but playtime?
The closest we can get to it is in
our dreams. Perhaps that is what
dreams are: remnants of childhood.
It's a lovely day to go out and play,
But before you do, take time to pray.
Give thanks to God, for His creation,
Give thanks to Him, for your elation.
This world is here for you to enjoy,
It's by God's design, not satans ploy.
Enjoy His sun, play, and have your fun.
It's His gift for today, please, pray then play.
© Dave Timperley2012
SILHOUETTE (14/23) — PLAYTIME
Play prompts ploy
Surreal senses sway;
Craze configures
~~~~~
Here I dance
With each bright chance
In dreamy trance
As sense takes flight
In the clear light
Here I sigh
With happy highs
That cry and ply
For now fits here
In presence dear
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore
The Playground (Haiku)
The rope tied tighter,
The swing is swinging so high,
Thy playground is fun.
Each child takes a turn,
Playing in the kids playground,
Joy on their faces.
Tether ball, sandbox,
Many children love playtime,
All kids love playgrounds.
Monkey bars are fun,
One hand back to front swinging,
Each swinging child smiles.
Playtime at school everyone knows is called a play period.
Every time I do something bad my mum says “it’s only a period”.
Relaxation time between sports is my best rest period.
I use full stops at sentence ends, I’ve learnt that’s also a period.
Oh I didn’t realise the importance of each period!
Do you think it will be long before I’m allowed a lengthy period?
Wake up from your sleep
Its about time we reap
The happiness of the moment
Going on and on like a current
Lets go out in the sun
Its time we take a run
The rain will soon drizzle
Everything will soon frizzle
Today its so bright
Hold my hand tight
Imagine we can fly
Up and Up so high
As the clock ticks ten
Lets go into the den
I know as time slides
The pain will subside!
Little shelves in quiet minds
Hold unimagined worlds.
Night-time spurs their playtime jaunts.
By dawn, a tale reshelves.
At times, these tales may reappear
To flirt with daytime ponder.
If thoughts of ponder dare to shift,
A soul may act on a wonder.
And Fortune, guide a happy soul,
Who wears the wonder born
Of ponderings from shelf-life jaunts.
They’re rare as a unicorn.
Playtime ceased
laughter no more
memory and loss
Imagination fleeting
smiles and tender joy
leaping and running
Seeking and hiding
bonds mend and spirits fly
taking care with merriment
Under a charmed spell
precocious and undaunted
unconcerned with the hours
A blink of dark eyes
gone in an instant
ripped through grasps
Echoes in time
wrought with tears
and forgotten events
where I play
its safe to say
my friends they really care!
I try new forms
reveal my storms
they catch me when I err!
don't want to gush!
words turn to mush!
I even stretch despair!
when games get tough
I mean really rough
they hold me with their cheer!
their love allows
my muse to rouse
and cast out any fear!
as you can see
I quite agree!
I like to play right here!