Park Poems - Poems about Park

~ To the tune of 'Strangers in the Night,' by Frank Sinatra ~ Rangers in the park Two lonely rangers in the park ...

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Central Park radiates beauty when you’re in love. It transforms into a slice of heaven, where every moment feels like a poet's dream. Imagine harps playing softly and golden crowns illuminating a blissful paradise. As twilight falls, the air is electric with romance; lovers' dreams ignite with every spark. Experience the enchantment of Central Park, where...

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Baby swing unused for eight years Glider has sat dormant since 2019 Dual slides; who was the last one to slide down them? I do not remember because it has been a while I congratulate myself on making this play park into a dog park The dogs use the underside of the slides for shade They have dug holes around the...

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You are not the victim Stop trying to manipulate the situation We are all seeing We are all knowing We are all loving Not you So when we change the narrative And put your hate in the spotlight Don't use our discomfort Our resistance And our need for justice As a way to use your tears To make you the victims But you won't get our sympathy Nor our...

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We planned for cycling in Northern Montana Me, Marvin, Louis, and Anna I had doubts about them, though they were healthy For Anna could never resist a selfie Marvin couldn't plan, Louis attracted disaster Mainly because he always had to go faster. Me, my only problem was I'm slightly bats and guiding these guys was like herding cats. We flew in with our...

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[Verse 1] I was safe inside a wooden box, Fresh and clean, no scars or knocks, Never knew what lay outside, Till someone grabbed me, threw me wide. [Verse 2] Then came a crack that broke my soul, Sent me flying out of control— Over fences, into the crowd, Lost in cheers, I’m nowhere now. [Pre-Chorus] I didn’t know what I was for, Just flying faster than...

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I usually give my dogs a treat in Cousin’s Park This is where my grandchildren once played. It has a fort, two slides, a swingset, and other kid stuff. The grandchildren have outgrown it. I should rename this Dog Park. But we have a metal sign that says Cousin’s Park. I don’t want to take that away from the grandchildren. Sometimes they...

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With skateboard tight in hand, his hair cut to the skull, he takes long drags on cigarettes, flinging each butt with an easy flick of fingers. At five feet, slim, in sockless sneakers large for a boy his size and age, lost in oversized cloths new to his adolescence, his trousers barely hang on his half...

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My lady friend and I sit on stumps. When she sings she rings the woods with a monarch's butterfly wings. A crowd of bikers on foot as hikers in thick with woods unsaddles moods. Old ladies end up mothering their men with woodsy mugs. Men spot us and stop smothering their ladies with bear hugs. Sweat rolls off of one of them; he's guzzling down a beer. As...

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The warmth of the sunrise cast upon the emptiest park. The treeline afar resembling a foreign far eastern palace. The wind blowing the leaves and swings out of their stillest place....

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It was gloomy today i never knew why but it always seems that way in a big city the south side all lined with beautiful homes all the same sizes and shapes somehow the sun just doesn't seem to make it off the ground here while the west side has some quaint sparks of sun and the east side...

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lunch at lakefront park geese chilling under the sun gentle breeze blowing ...

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pretty park on the edge in my car hoping for change loose chump change dice game many birds feeling free am so wishing i could be washed up memories dreams so long deferred plasma flashbacks far removed saline cools me down welcome mat real world reality checks bouncing still missing baskets back to pretty park a time machine in my mind another notch carved...

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A dozen willows in the park A shady grove on the lawn Eleven tall trees in the sun And one dark stump in the shade. They invite me to join them here: Yes, I'd like to sit here, The fresh breeze and cool shade, With the damp earth, and the rough bark. In the sun, children play games and laugh A mother shares lunch...

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The slow budding, turn up of coloring; the tincture in pinks, yellows, magnolia greens, and bluer skies. Smile of eyes and mountain cheeks; a Springtime elixir. Winter white and tawny skin absorbing sunny dyes. She leans against the grand old oak, invoking a look. The umbrella will soon cascade; lithe limbs of plush green. School days, encroaching on playtime’s evergreen yearbook. Cassie’s...

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