Category: Poems for Grownups

I picked a stickery flower From a stickery thistle. Now if I were a grown-up, I’d shake my hand and whistle. There are so many stickers That my hand is turning red. Since I haven’t learned to whistle, I guess that I’ll just cry instead.

They stood there in awe The father and his boy, Was this some type of magic Or the Devil’s toy? They lived out in the boonies And the father thought a pity. That his mountain family Had never seen the city. So there his son and he Stood waiting for his wife, He’d never seen […]

She saw Billy drawing pictures. He was really concentrating. He had used a lot of colors, On the work he was creating. So she asked what he was drawing, As he drew with an earnest frown. With the colors he was using, She thought, a peacock or a clown. He was deep in concentration But […]

The words you thoughtfully Put to pen, Are carefully weighed For only then. You’ll know the price You have to pay For just how much You had to say.

He had been gone almost a week His yearly hunting trip alone. With out a thought of his poor wife, He didn’t bother once to phone. Now he could see that she was mad. Such times when simple caution pays. “Just how would you feel,” she asked him, “To not see me for seven days?” […]