Heads Up Poems - Poems about Heads Up

...Bow to the partner in the corner Hey, this dance ain't nothin' but torture! Heads lean left and circle to a line Guzzle down that old moonshine! Roll away to a half sashay Get down on your k......Read the rest...

...Roll back to the years of innocence where memories were born, To those magical sounds of love as Christmas day dawned, The excitement of love's joy bouncing on mom and dads bed, P......Read the rest...

...Maybe among so many barricades that protect my heart, I was born to be read once and then locked away for eternity. To be just a fleeting glance, a passing shadow, never the one that turns heads. ......Read the rest...

...Strong are her hands, Darkened by summer’s touch, Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush. Could these be her hands? Did they dip in scented creams By tranquil pleasure pools? Did they bathe ......Read the rest...

...I watched it all happen on aisle nine as Mike rounded the soda stacks, careening past the woman standing there nursing her newborn. Dave came from the other side, long-legged stride tripping o......Read the rest...

...Mirror mirror on the wall, the pre decided fairest of all When I utter fiancé , Did you see all kinds of fees incurred? When I utter Feodor Fees and beyond? And a lightyear and a “......Read the rest...

...Where to now, uncharted waters, Two men vying, two men scheming, Biden gloating, Trump now reeling, Storm clouds gathering, eyes aloft. So much anger, consternation, A million words spewed eve......Read the rest...

...Heads or tails, either which ways, options will present themselves and we’ll go through the motions, vibrant and blissful.......Read the rest...

...From the delicate raindrops resting, draping from the treetops To the rich soil and velvet soft grass we dig our feet in We breathe in the scent of fresh air We open our eyes to see The soft......Read the rest...

...A moment when opinions soar and butting heads begins......Read the rest...

... My pearls are turning red. Diamonds crumble when no one weds. Scarlet Dove feathers are plucked for beds. When there are rumors of war and dread. The streetlights are burning red. Water......Read the rest...

...If we crammed their heads with facts and dates, Ignoring sparks and curious states, Would learning ever truly take root? Children, not clay, for us to sculpt and boot. Tolerance, not rote, a le......Read the rest...

... The ancient organ groaned ended the passion - bitter vinegar tones ......Read the rest...

...I'm not emotional about poetry to call it a 'crush' Sometimes I get ideas, but hardly ever in a rush to write them down like I have a bee in my bonnet I'm not prone to compose a Shakespearian Sonn......Read the rest...

...I asked my grandson, …what is my favorite thing to do,” after he asked the round table. “To play with me, of course.” “Of course, I love playing with you…” “and?” and “praising God” - oh......Read the rest...