Pastime Poems - Poems about Pastime

Humpty Dumpty lived in make-believe land, like dreamy shadows get long; And he dwelt in a house near a wall, among merry, crimson, oriole throngs. He had a figure equally rotund and jolly, and was therefore loved by many; And made his living as an apt teacher, as Thursday learns from Wednesday. He helped the spirited children to learn,...

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Kittens in purple, pink, red, yellow and blue Calicos, tabbies, Manx and Siamese too. Sitting on brooms with witches in every hue, I reach for my paints, creativity long overdue. A serious artist who lives in her woo-woo, New brushes are here, which is a huge coup. I give my pirate queen a darling new hair up do. Some may think my...

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Along the the endless beach, where waves touch the sand. Ocean treasures within reach, picked up with a loving hand. What lies beneath the surface, a wonderous world we can't see. Life flourishes in quiet peace. Hidden within the depths, so free. The sea's treasure becomes our own. Searching for seashells, still a delight. A pastime that's never outgrown. From day's dawn, to last fading light. A...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine Have had many pastimes, too many to define My memory's quite shot Never change my socks Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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Sitting among my paints and glitter reaching for a blank canvas I smile at true me. An artist, dream-maker, cartoonist, I separate from regular snore bore life Becoming more real than ever when I get to my studio. I reach for my paint brush, glorying in my bliss...

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in distraction I relish lazily with ease - life’s pastime pleasure One Liner - Entertainment Poetry Contest Silent One December 17, 2018...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine Have had many pastimes, too many to define My memory's quite shot Never change my socks Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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Making people giggle is a pastime of mine Have had many pastimes, too many to define My memory's quite shot Never change my socks Got no people friends but wee animals are fine...

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A favorite pastime of mine is to watch wildlife from our front porch or window. Kentucky bluegrass provides a perfect backdrop for deer drinking from the lake, pretending not to watch fawns running in circles, bucking and playing in the fields. Frosty, our horse, grazes right along with the turkey foraging for meals. Cardinals, blue...

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Some like to go outside and hit a ball, when others walk really fast in the mall. Many choose to sit and watch T.V., then there are those who fish in the sea. Several bake goodies in their fine kitchen, while a part want to be a magician. There is a portion that sing and dance, and of...

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Now I will tell you about myself, My looks, my loves, my desire for approval. First my favorite past time, I'll say Is to play games with Sun1ite, my human. I bark at odd times in the day, Just to get let outside, For I know she'll hand me a treat, As frustrated as she is inside. And then there's my love of...

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Baseball National Pastime bleeds red, white and blue from soft catch to Major League fanning sea to see connie pachecho 3/15/17...

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My Favourite Pastime I long for a cozy blanket Secure and wise. As warm as a down filled pillow and a snuggly five year old. Never alone or adrift, My memory stands, with my favourite past time. It extends as far back as the ends of the earth or heaven sublime. As deep as a murky ocean with foamy tides, rising and...

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Paint pretty pictures peacefully Paddle past ports paddocks – places panoramic Peruse prospects pending play Plan perceive possible plots Pander persuade people precociously Promising provocative plans persuasively Propose patrons participation piquantly Provide platforms permitting passion Paradoxical pleasures permeate pleasingly Participants partake pander panache...

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Going to war armed with a metal pole, A stiff breeze cuts the summer air. Becoming safe is the primary goal, And the chattering and cheering begin to blare. I stop to turn and face my enemy, He stares me down, ready to battle. I can only imagine what lies ahead of me, But I'm tough, so I know I won't rattle. The...

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