Grandma Poems - Poems about Grandma

Poindexter was irritated about his name His litter mates were Frisky, Fralin, Frederick and Frances. Why had he not been blessed with a name beginning with an F? He could not ask his mother, for that might seem disrespectful. His father was not approachable, so he dared not ask him. He finally asked his grandmother who knew exactly why. They looked...

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Alright everyone, quiet please! May I tell a tale, I have the perfect story! Well then sit....cause I'm going to.... Pull up a chair, or on the floor, that will do. I'm elderly now as things are reckoned, and I may just forget in the next second. So hurry up! Find a seat. Be quiet and...

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I adopted a baby grandma said Who would let that old woman adopt? They’d have to be wrong in their head We did not run over there, we thought it was a lie It has to be right? Said Dorothy, Buddy and Di. But believe it or not, she adopted a fellow. Knit him blankets and booties all in soft yellow An...

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Memories lost within a frozen mist And dangling in the static atmosphere Of muddled recollection of things dear Haunt the backwoods of the years she has missed. Through foggy glances, blurred thoughts that persist In the dim haze, shapes of the past, appear; These flittering figures, some far, some near, Skitter through her mind, meek and shadow-kissed. But soon they...

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I was an ecdysiast, grandma said with delight Her grandson could not fathom this, try as he might His ninety-seven-year-old grandma on a stripper pole? That was before they had them, she said to young Cole. He could not picture her as a nude-like teaasing dancer. My striptease name was young Bambi Bubble Prancer. It took a long time to get...

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Grandma maneuvers and performs tricks on the board She keeps up with most kids Skating creates friendships at different...

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The story of a Criminal Grandma Not a good one A crime spree old lady One that is witty, Grandma Dynamite An Old lady who robs and steals She uses dynamite to explode Stealing from banks Never saying thanks Even Police warrants her arrest Grandma Dynamite has a way to contest It’s all about steal She doesn’t conceal Grandma Dynamite follows through on her robbing desire It’s dynamite...

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I'm just an innocent kid, who always got straight A's. I didn't mean it, what I did. I'll go to jail one day. I think I killed Grandma. We went riding on a sleigh, made a gingerbread city, and danced the Nutcracker ballet. What a dreadful pity - I think I killed Grandma. They'll know my identity; with one day to play it cool, I'll finish my...

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(A lone voice whispers) One day, The rain will stop People won't judge what you got One day, The pain will stop No more gossiping from the rooftops One day, All that will remain Is the peace you got For the start of true love is an inside job All these things My Grandma once said Along with Be you Like a raindrop in a...

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Grandma Lulu loved to knit. She was the knitting queen. She has been doing this for ninety years. Click. Click. Click. Click.Click. She lived in a house full of yarns. Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns. Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins. Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit. For Christmas we relatives got slippers. Blue,...

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Grandma taught me about the importance of words she was a wonderful storyteller she loved telling a tale or two and loved her birds so now, I am a poet taleteller also gran taught me how to write my words down When still a child she told me to just write and then with steaming tea we would have a sit-down I...

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I’m not a whole person, I don’t think I ever was I’m a master at losing; Cause I’ve never won Robbed of a mother, and a father imprisoned A grandfather angry, at any chance given - With few who loved me, or who showed it I guess There was only one woman, who strayed from the rest Offering me love, a grandmothers...

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Write me a white whimsical poem With fairies unicorns and wizards May all the men be kind and strong And the grandmas never cook gizzards And the children always play outside Doors of the houses are never locked Games aren’t on phones computerized With joy playing ball and hopscotch No war crimes and no school shooter We all smile in...

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grandma nicky was a tree an oak during storms a willow when change was needed a decorated evergreen at Christmas lovely lilac in the spring cherry and apple when sweetness was needed...

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I have memories that make me From the days when I smile, was just a child. She adds style to my life, Recalling all the things you did. I have a good friend, Making sense with the new. I wish for it to have no and, Your life starts new with me. I hold her hand tight, She...

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