Get Your Premium Membership

Trifles Poems - Poems about Trifles


Premium Member CHANCE POEM 060824 trifles
open & banal smatterings submitted weaved & stretched in gratuitoius pride of place triviality amongst the representive in decline slight impulses filtered by the established contemporary in random selections regardless of debate ...

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, word play,
Form: Other
These Trifles Are Temporary
As one unable, or wishing To bear no more this Each wretched concern, unwarranted Whilst overstressed is Respectless Time, great scoffer of Lasting worth's pretence Sustain, will he; by this grant of Symbolic foresight. Posits you, a soul, bubble-freed Above which sea's might Death's dark, that old world engulfs; now Of no consequence....

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, care, death,
Form: Rhyme



Queen of Trifles
One pint of sherry wine says the recipe which finds me asking can I substitute a gallon of Chablis or even quarts of Scotch or Bourbon pretend I am wallowing in my past quelling my misery while waving my alcoholism in Death’s face One pound of macaroons It says They’ll place their calories under my nose add pounds more than the mere seventeen I gained when the...

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, analogy,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Constitutional Trifles
Thousands of students marched today they came to share their fears and pain grieving for friends needlessly slain. It was clear what they had to say enough is enough, no more lies nothing has been done, no one tries. I saw hope and love on display warning politicians, their vote will help keep this issue afloat. Blaming the NRA for the gun play semi-automatic...

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, america, angst, anxiety, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Trifles
Custard in trifle is not bull-shark infested Despite popular myth, ah but so easily tested Pour jelly and sherry, sponge biscuit for bedding Add fruits of the tropics from trees that are shedding A dash of Madeira from slopes that face seaward Leave time for the setting to go for the re-ward. One helping was fine, but the stuff is so...

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, howl,
Form: Carpe Diem



Trifles
Harry Houser liked to niggle About things big and little. Nothing in his sight Was ever quite right. Thus he made others squiggle....

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, humor,
Form: Limerick
Childhood Trifles
those days the sun flew like corn flour freshly ground at the millrace even in winter it was yellow when I pressed it down with my thumb like an unfastened button on my chest I hardly cut my way with a stick through the tall weed field until my knee high socks were filled...

Continue reading...
Categories: trifles, child, childhood, grandmother, happiness,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things