Simple Pleasures Poems - Poems about Simple Pleasures

Smiles For Simple Pleasures

In a busy world I don't take for granted simple pleasures
Blooms, newly risen in Spring from bulbs planted last year
Rummaging through my collection of keepsake treasures.
My children saying those three special words I want to hear.

I smile when I have the involuntary reaction to give one back
to a stranger who has just offered a nod

Simple Pleasures

I used to care about my looks
Never bothered reading books
I used to chase that money tree
Surely then I could be free

I cared too much what people thought
About the many things I bought
I cared too much that I had to be right
Never bothering to be polite

I chased the notion of importance
Whereby I could make a stance
I

Simple Pleasures

   For those for whom life is a waste
      simple pleasures lose their taste

   Dreams and butterflies never chased
      their Rubicon crossed in criminal haste

Simple Pleasures Worth Sharing

In a busy world I don't take for granted simple pleasures
like snuggling with a loved one on a chilly winter's night
Saving keepsakes of the things I collect and call treasures.
Finding myself in the dark until someone turns on a light.

I'm pleased that my children still come to me for advice
Happy with the blooms, from bulbs

Simple Pleasures

Its the simple pleasures in life
That excite me the most
Like the smell of coffee in the morning
Or Vegemite on toast

A beautiful day around nature
Laughter , cuddles galore
Lattes  and cuppa’s 
Being with the humans l adore

Watching a good crime series
Being comfy and cosy at home
Eating lots of chocolate
Writing poems, doing Wordle on my phone

Being 

Simple Pleasures

The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon, 
silhouetting a stand of trees 
and the cross-hatched
pattern of a factory fence. 
Another day has begun
with its shuffle of trite
miscellanea.

I muster an interest, sending
out my first emissary of thought
to greet the return 
of this ancient god, follow

Simple Pleasures of Country Living

There are simple pleasures in country things,
Hayrides and harvesting in the epoch of fall.
In the season when leaves fly with golden wings.

Porches where folks strum on guitar strings,
sharing iced tea and fond memories enthrall.
There are simple pleasures in country things.

Upon a fence, a tendrilled morning glory clings,
Purple blooms climbing on a white-washed wall.
In the season

Twenty Simple Pleasures

I am so glad I live in America
My freedoms I treasure living here,
That I have peace, no living in fear
For my great love of trivia!

My friends are very special to me
For my family, especially my son,
When I look out I can see the sun
That my health relatively stable be.

So happy for the summertime
I have musical

Small Simple Pleasures

Hidden flashlights 
And hushed voices 
Open windows
Scared of small noises 

Sitting on rooftops
Not to leave but to stay 
Grounding myself
So my mind isn’t in the way

My body shaking 
Ridden with cold
Refusing to go in
The feeling never gets old 

Finally returning 
To a warm waiting place
It seems so different 
From my cold safe space 

Huddled under

Simple Pleasures

I am so delighted
by simple pleasures
that cost nothing
     --butterflies flitting
          --sparrows chirping
               --squirrels chattering
I love
     --a parade
       

Simple Pleasures

I had simple pleasures when I was child 
Not considered raucous and certainly not wild
Ten pence put into a space invader machine 
Was hardly offensive and not obscene 

Kicking a football along a crowded street
Sucking a gobstopper the best kind of sweet
Played board games if the weather was bad
Simple pleasures for a most simple lad

I

- Simple Pleasures -

The temperature fluctuates between mild spring days to rain or even snow. Nature wakes up, and the buds slowly sprout on the trees. Coltsfoot pop up as yellow rubber balls, charming yellow flowers. I find that the older I becomes, the more I love it. This time of year sings in my heart, along with

My Simple Pleasures

My Simple Pleasures

With a sweeping of colors,
 l can imagine places in my mind
And display a world of imagination 
Converted to canvas
With my hand like a wave brushing fantasy into reality.

And as I turn the pages of another author's soul 
I can interchange my world with wonderment 
Of someone else’s hand creating art with words.
And

Simple Pleasures

When summer's in the meadow
and the bluebird's on the wing,
I love the simple pleasures
that a country morn can bring.
Then all the world's a cane pole
with a bobber and a line,
the catfish are a jumpin'
and all I have is time.

My back against a willow tree
the clouds float softly by,
the wind is gentle on the pond
as it

Simple Pleasures

It's early 'fifties- a group meets
in field of grass, though barren, bare-
a break away from city streets
to share some wholesome country air.

The cars behind are parked to wait
as couples sit, while others stand;
they're here to hear, appreciate
a roving five-piece country band.

No matter that the grass is tall,
this place can offer them some time
away from weekday

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