Simple Pleasures Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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For those for whom life is a waste simple pleasures lose their taste Dreams and butterflies never chased their Rubicon crossed in criminal haste ...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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