Best Button Poems

Buttons for game pieces, buttons on totes,
Buttons on toys, shoes, sweaters and coats.

Buttons that open and buttons that close
On pockets and purses and edges of clothes.

Buttons that decorate; buttons that don’t.
Buttons I'm sure to lose; buttons I won’t.

Buttons as filler for bean bags and such.
Buttons...

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*spot poetry written in 15 minutes or less about any random subject


There lay a button,
'neath the weather beaten tile,
Lay in it's dust, shadowed crust,
it had been there quite a while.
Hopeless trust amongst the feet
that scattered it abroad,
It dodged and hid itself for keeps,
in hopes 'twould...

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I wish I could be 
like Benjamin Button
Me oh my 
wouldn’t that be sumthin
My hair would grow thicker 
no longer thin and grey
From winter’s cold December
I’d progress back to May

Stronger much faster 
my body restored
No nursing home for me
I would never be bored.
Enjoying my retirement...

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Yesterday was Button Day;
I somehow let it slip
Or maybe I just chose instead
To button up my lip.

Begun in 1938,
This date was set aside
To celebrate the crafters
Who keep notions stores supplied.

For think about your buttons – 
Not those round ones, white and plain
But the myriad varieties
That...

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Now press that button, press it if you dare
Before you do that though, are you aware...
that when you press that button, you agree
That there are thought police; no one is free

Now God forbid that we should talk of s*x
For if we do, we'll be under...

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Cute as a Button (for girls)

(Darla Mae Seely)

  I look at your cute little nose
  And how you wiggle your toes.
  I love how you smile at me.
  You're cute as a button, don't you agree?

  I look at the...

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My Gramma as I called her, probably seemed no different than most,
But to me she was the very best, sorry - I really have to boast.
She had grey hair, was fairly stout and always wore a dress,
A waft of lavender to this day, makes me...

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THE BUTTON-BACK NURTURERS

…. debt-ridden emotions and emotion-ridden debts –
	
Oscar Wilde on the Irish


Mothers and matriarchs, you toy the gutted room
Where sensibility is decaffeinated lace
Tireless in your role of martyr and your zoom
Lens to condemnation before an act takes place,

Your constant servitude serving only gloom
Creating recognition...

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Bachelor’s button,
Bursting with energy,
Rapturing into colour,
Expressions of blue,
Banquet of bloom,
Invitations,
Food fit for a king,
What splendour,
Her summertime brings,
Spreading freshness,
Good enough to eat,
Pulsating and vibrant,
Who could resist?
Her fiery passion,
A beautiful lady, 
And a recipe for love,
Pure inner beauty,
Eyes to behold
Food for thought!
Let the party begin
Keep her close
What...

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Click click, beep beep.
It's there beside you when you sleep.
Bright light, fake news, glamour, gossip, bad reviews.
It's in our minds, it's in our hands. 
Have we forgot where we began?

Reset button 123 
Hit the reset button 123
Hit the reset button 123
Hit the reset button 123

Click...

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his fingers map out 
subtle areas all over-- 
my belly button 
no exception, impious 
outlines, his goal to stir me…


*another "challenge"
from Missy Nikko* 
:)  


11/04/2011...

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10am means,
           I awake at eight
               quietly plotting my dreams
           ...

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A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm, 
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.

Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled gown, 
with sun bleached woolen coat so neglected.
Besotted by her...

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In the midst of my sweet childhood days
I came across a gorgeous machine.
It was known by different names
But I called it my time machine.

A big roar, heard in the beginning
When I watchfully switched it to life.
I was in the middle of a battle
Fought around a...

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I look for you in the stars,
and in the streets,
and all the people I greet.
I look for you in books of poetry.

Such a place to find,
yet unaware that I'm
lost, like a button. 

Arrive home from work to flip through pages
of a book I knew as...

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