Sixes Poems - Poems about Sixes

By Sixes

By Sixes
With this book we have to make a difference
The weight of worry and seriousness is huge
This has not happened before not this way
And very soon all things could happen
They try to control it but can they?
How do you control so many soldiers?
Along with the other shooters
Planes ships launchers tanks and more
Myself I've never felt

Categories: sixes, fantasy, military, war,
Form: Free verse

Roll the Dice

Roll the dice now...
hope for six, not a seven.
Crapped out, snake eyes!

Categories: sixes, games, humorous, nice, poetry,
Form: Haiku

The Mighty Fives and Sixes

I was asked to be a substitute teacher
For kindergarten. Wow. Sounds like a blast I think.
Sure. I’d love to, I say.
This was at 8:42 a.m.
By 9:00 I realized 
Kindergarten is tough.
Tougher than teaching menopausal kangaroos.
These mighty five-and-six-year-olds were
In complete control.
Me being the way I am.
I tried to run away a couple of times.
But the ringleaders

Categories: sixes, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Sixes and Sevens Veil

All of those words and emotions
Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind
I want to caress them onto you
But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days

I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse
The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit
The words

Categories: sixes, allegory, confusion, death, dedication,
Form: Lyric

Sixes

It's six o'clock, 
but not for the birds,
for them, it's four-play.  
God says,"Be there, or be square," 
because He's Lord of the times, 
not Jehovah of old, knows 
that slang and jargon, 
keep the young in the fold.
Winter-white in a summer made
snowy, sea gulls assemble, 
"aide memoire" who rules here.

They've mastered the moves, 
but

Categories: sixes, introspection
Form: Free verse

At Sixes and Sevens

Somewhere decorum, somewhere pandemonium
Somewhere parsimony, somewhere bleeding heart
Somewhere love, somewhere hatred
Somewhere revenge, somewhere forgiveness

Somewhere bondage, somewhere liberty
Somewhere eccentricity, somewhere selflessness
Somewhere egoism, somewhere humility
Somewhere complexities, somewhere simplicity

Which ones to permit the soul?
To acclimatise and dominate
Life keeps changing every spur

Discrepancies are inevitable
To be water or a rock?
Will it attain a pool of boundless solitude?

Categories: sixes, confusion
Form: Free verse