Poems Collection | TAUFEEQUE CREATIVE WORLD
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- Last chance!
You walked out on us
And never said goodbye
In fifteen years you haven’t called
Not even to say Hi
It tears me up inside
To feel like I’m alone
You’ve never been a part of my life
And now I’m almost grown
Why couldn’t you just call
Or maybe send a card
If you couldn’t afford either of those
A letter’s not that hard
So many things have happened
That you haven’t been there to see
You’ve missed out on so much
You’ve missed out on me
So I’m giving you a second chance
To step up and be a dad
But this one is your last one
So take it and be glad
- NEW MOON IN NOVEMBER!
- Santa Claus’s Visit!
With a click and a clack
And a great big pack,
Down through the chimney,
Somebody comes on Christmas eve!
If we are really nice
And as still as mice,
If we never peep,
And are sound asleep,
He’ll fill our stockings, I do believe!
And when we arise
Next day our eyes
Will grow big to see
He knew what we all wished to receive!
- My tooth fell out!
A tooth fell out and left a space
So big my tongue could touch my face.
And every time I smile, I show
space where something used to grow.
I miss my tooth as you can guess
But then, I have to brush one less!
- A chubby Snowman!
A chubby little snowman
Had a carrot nose.
Along came a rabbit
And what do you suppose?
That hungry little bunny,
Looking for his lunch,
ATE the snowman’s carrot nose…….
Nibble, nibble, CRUNCH!
- If I Were an Apple…
If I were an apple
And grew on a tree,
I think I’d drop down
On a nice boy like me.
I wouldn’t stay there
Giving nobody joy,
I’d fall down at once
And say, “Eat me, my boy!”
- School Lunches
Our school lunches are so, so bad.
Eating this just makes me sad.
None of this weird food is delicious,
And all the lunch ladies are malicious!
The chocolate cookie is the best,
But it is really hard to digest.
This idea is a great big flop
And will never ever be on top.
Scary teachers scream, “EAT UP!”
But how do I drink from the dirty cup?
I don’t have a packed lunch, so I’m not so lucky.
All this food is super mucky!
I cannot cope with even half,
In math class, I might barf on my graph.
I always think, “What’s that on my plate?”
This is the stuff I really hate,
But I do quite like fish and chips,
Even if the ketchup burns my lips!
Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour
And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping!
With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power,
To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping,
Glad about a world has grown old and cold and weary;
Leave the sick hearts that honor could not move,
And half-men, and their dirty songs and dreary,
And all the little emptiness of love!
Oh! we, who have known shame, we have found release there,
Where there’s no ill, no grief, but sleep has mending,
Naught broken save this body, lost but breath;
Nothing to shake the laughing heart’s long peace there,
But only agony, and that has ended;
And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.
- Once I saw a little bird.
Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop!
And I cried, “Little bird, will you stop, stop, stop?”
I was going to the window to say, “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail and away he flew.
- A wintry night!
The sky is dark and the ground is white,
The world is peaceful on this winters night,
No one around, not a sound to be heard.
Not a laugh, not a car, not even a bird.
For a moment, it’s just the snow and me.
I smile inside.
- THE ROAD NOT TAKEN!
- I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
- Bed in Summer!
- In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
- Happy Thoughts!
- Heart, We Will Forget Him!
Heart! We will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray to tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging.
I may remember him!
- Fire and ice!
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
- Nothing Gold Can Stay!
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay
- The Dust of Snow!
- I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring Bog!
- I Stood Upon a High Place!
I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning,
And said, “Comrade! Brother!”
- Baa, Baa Black Sheep!
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane
- Jack And Jill!
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water,
Jack fell down
And broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got
And home did trot
As fast as he could caper,
Went to bed
To mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
- Two Little Dicky Birds!
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go.
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
- Monday’s Child!
Two Little Dicky Birds,
Sat upon a wall.
One named Peter,
The other named Paul,
Fly away, Peter.
Fly away, Paul.
Come back, Peter!
Come back Paul!!