Tricycles Poems - Poems about Tricycles

...Apples, oranges, nuts; awesome fragrances. And the spirit of love and joy was of no human origin. Our father did not express tenderness, but Christmas convinced us that he really did have a heart ......Read the rest...

...I sing a song of three. There’s Larry, Curly, Moe; the Ego and the Id and the Super Ego. Three Kings of the Orient are known as three wise men. Showing up at Christmas too in song are three ......Read the rest...

... Riding tricycles and swimming. Bicycling madly on Chicago streets. Ah, dear Lord, life was deliciously sweet! Christmas time glowed in Elmwood Park. That huge white flocked tree. We ......Read the rest...

...Some call them junk because of dust and rust. Strangers disdain their honored positions on shelves and secure places. Owners refer to tricycles with tattered ribbons hanging from tarnished h......Read the rest...

...life is a messy slurry Tyson fury an Olga tumble an Ali shuffle a low cal rumble in nuclear jungles hammer and sickle stars and stripes a polka dot pickle citizen cocaine in the middle PUR......Read the rest...

... ~A Poet Cherishes Her Freedom~ People jogging, laughing riding gleaming bicycles. Some serenely picnicking by the lake on thick, green gra......Read the rest...

...Big top three-ring-circus ferris wheel and sideshow freaks Ringmaster draws your attention to the center ring Presenting the bareback rider with a graceful fling Silly clowns riding tricycles F......Read the rest...

...CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greates......Read the rest...

...Dimensions of height, width and length The watery phases, of ice, liquid, vapor Life possibly is less after three days without water The Holy Trinity: Father, Son and Spirit We are a spirit, so......Read the rest...

...The beautiful red wagons, windup toys and spinning tops, toy trucks, cars, tractors, and yo-yos. At the appropriate age, I usually received the appropriate Christmas gift. The trains, the tricyc......Read the rest...

...The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson night. The pans and pots exchanging strong a......Read the rest...

...They're getting older, five brothers and sisters, all with degrees, jobs, families, nice homes, good lives, happier than most except when they must fly to the home of their childhood and se......Read the rest...

..."I'VE NEVER MET THE TOOTH FAIRY" it was the city of La Puente and I was in kindergarten. I was nothing significant. I was just another kid fighting in the sand box. while the kids played f......Read the rest...

...Reflections Looking up above, at the blue sky, at the white doves, as the rain is coming from a distant cloud, at the mountains staring back so calmly displayed, like a post card, in my back yard.......Read the rest...

...What can be more pure joy, than two four year-olds, rrrracing their tricycles, laughing unconditionally, with the winds ricocheting off their innocuous images. What can be more utter bliss, ......Read the rest...