Toys Poems - Poems about Toys

...There's more rust in my joints than ever. My bones sound like an old screen door, and my knees predict the weather better than any app. Give me elastic waistbands, soft slippers, and the creak o......Read the rest...

...Nosy minds in fall of night Like foul bats envying the light They're like fool dogs barking till dawn Finding some dirt in other's lawn They're all like puppets in a play They are like so......Read the rest...

...strewn across backyard dog toys and mowers don't mix a big pile of fluff......Read the rest...

... EMPTY NEST Ephemera As we shifted to newly built house my five year old daughter discovered bird 's nest at a corner under porch. Kid was to......Read the rest...

...Sans sixth (psychic) sense... poise zen dystopian rant This prognosticator doth predict potential based at current rate sinister debacle that will instantaneously annihilate, United States st......Read the rest...

... why … why do we careless creatures hold on so tightly? tears are not poisonous they will not etch our face with the afflictions they carry but they WILL assuage its acidity - why not let t......Read the rest...

...Once there were sisters in duet a pair that were tough to forget Their tap dancing was entwined as their two lives always aligned Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat kinda sounded something like that......Read the rest...

...Verse I: He always sits under a flowery Willow Tree and dreams of flying a reindeer over quite Boulder City; the torrid Nevada heat doesn't make him sweat, he drinks beer, never takes off his c......Read the rest...

...With feeble limbs and mind of fleet, I walk down known but lonely streets, Unfamiliar faces wave the time of day, While I shuffle words like toys to play, My eyes hide within every lonely line......Read the rest...

...Being old on the outside may look like your winter has come But inside your heart Spring has just begun - Peter Dome 2024. Beneath the weathered leathery furrows Wrinkles baggy folds and lines......Read the rest...

...I babysit the daughter (Ivy) of a doctor at the hospital where I volunteer, accumulating ‘clinical hours’ for my med school applications. According to my mom, the purpose of my current existence is t......Read the rest...

...Sixty years have passed. No one knew how to spell its name. No one knew when it first opened. It was forever, like the infernal summer heat. It stands indelible at the end of my street, at the e......Read the rest...

...We settled into Baltimore after rejecting several locations after the dreaded shoot out thus move seemed right although two Suburban trucks tailed us from the airport the driver was excellent at dist......Read the rest...

...I can understand Cowgirls And some are real cows But 'Cowboys'? Shouldn't they be Bullboys? Why did they call the chimp On Tarzan 'Cheater'? I wouldn't play cards Did Williams Tell spill the b......Read the rest...

... Companion Poetry is about Eternal God The Divines which are Mother Mary and the Saints Written words are based on Jac’s Poetrysoup Corner & 517Jacqueline in poetrysoup.com To explore the......Read the rest...