Surprise Poems - Poems about Surprise

Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art! He conceals behind the blush of day, nips in, then dashes back away with grinning lips and silver bow, he strikes before I even know. A stranger smirk, I feel the spark— my calm heart a blind bargain, no...

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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side. People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed. Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the family. He greatly loved Addie's tea parties, when he ate toast and tea, gladly! He loved flying around his garrett room, with...

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On a sunny day, we went to get a dogie. Driving the back roads, Excitement was in the air. Would our new pet be waiting? We looked all over, surprise ~ there sat my angel, heaven had touched earth....

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Caught By Surprise Not writing a poem for years is crazy work, But she is my motivation. Standing ovation. Demanding no replacement of her kindness, Her energy caught me by surprise, But not blind sided. I see HER. She sees me freely with no judgment. I love it. I mean I love HER... My thoughts of her are poems picked from the most loving poetry book...

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"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise, the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!" When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow, I find myself writing about love and romance. I will never fight it, I must enjoy this feeling and write on. When cupid's arrow aims for...

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Heart-shaped box of chocolates, late Winter surprise. See sailor, in a dark uniform, hiding his eyes. She knows him now, all too well, every inch of him. This sailor, in a dark uniform, hiding his eyes. A straight and narrow arrow flew from Cupid’s bowstring. Struck sailor, in a dark uniform, hiding his eyes. He had to open them then -...

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There was a carney, I knew as Larry. He lived with a knife thrower, named Sherry. Sherry loved her yellow canary, and trusted its care while gone to Barry. While she was gone, the bird somehow got free. He looked everywhere, where could that bird be? His eyes looked up as he dropped to one knee, and prayed for help to find...

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You are a surprise, And you can be the surprise In another person’s life - A light in their joy or strife. Better is one day in His House, Don’t rob what God has vowed to espouse. He is the everlasting Bread of Heaven, Sit still, let His...

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The sun my awakening a strip of asphalt shimmers off somewhere in Nebraska hundreds of miles from home. Sandhills seen for the first time I look at them with eyes of a child but my body aches as life springs forth from underground streams. Center lines are being painted an arduous day of work promised it always arrives too soon but serene skies stretch to endless horizons. My...

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"Yellow is a bright and fun color to enjoy." By Poet Yellow is my husband's favorite color, my fun surprise was going to cost more than a dollar. We were dating and he was coming to see me, I was dressing in all yellow looking like a big bee. When he got off the airplane, he said - you look breathless...

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Jolt of inspiration A person wanted to be a POET But didn’t know where to start nor how to show it Words starting popping into the POETS head Words becoming sentences Showcasing the instances Poet to be felt inspired Didn’t want to tire Discovery was desired Words open up Distance being Close Farness wasn’t found Alpha Nouns and Pronouns A true Poet in the making blooming Word flow Couldn’t let...

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I woke to a whirring hum— not the low drone of memory, but the sharp, electric flick of a question with wings. Languorous molten air, a stone canyon furnace, and there!— a hummingbird— head cocked— beady eyes peering at me— beak poised at the gate of my breath— as if to sample my soul— or wake it back to life. It must have thought me a flower on a...

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A warm strong wind blows The sleeping flower wakes up Unusual time...

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Mommy and Daddy left everything to their favorite child, Bruce. Bruce is also their self-centered, selfish child, but they did not see it. Bruce came to visit once a year; he was their prodigal son. They adored him, he was their everything. Their daughter Sarah sat in disbelief at the probate office. When had the will been changed? She had taken...

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in front of the mirror that first wrinkle - watch out for the warning sign ...

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