Poem in Your Pocket Day 2024 is on Wednesday, April 17, 2024: Can someone make a peom for me (poem in a pocket day)?
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It's dark inside this pocket.
There's nothing here to see.
I don't like being a poem.
I'd rather be a tree.
So, what poem is everyone going to carry for poem in your pocket day?
Rose are Red,
Violets are Blue,
I have poems in my pocket,
How about you?
anybody know any good short, funny poems?
Sometimes when i am alone i cry,
cuz i am on my own.
The tears i cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form,
I cry because my heart is torn.
i find it difficult to carry on.
If i had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friends,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on,
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by,
then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad,
and sometimes.....
I cry,
and no one cares about why.
By TUPAC SHAKUR
"LEISURE"
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
By Wm. Henry Davies
smart
my dad gave me one dollar bill
’cause i’m his smartest son,
and i swapped it for two shiny quarters
’cause two is more than one!
and then i took the quarters
and traded them to lou
for three dimes-i guess he don’t know
that three is more than two!
just them, along came old blind bates
and just ’cause he can’t see
he gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
and four is more than three!
and i took the nickels to hiram coombs
down at the seed-feed store,
and the fool gave me five pennies for them,
and five is more than four!
and then i went and showed my dad,
and he got red in the cheeks
and closed his eyes and shook his head-
too proud of me to speak!
By Shel Silverstein
Poem In My Pocket
By Larry Linville
April seventeenth every year is a special time to share.
Put a poem in your pocket one for which you really care.
Take it out and read it to persons whom you meet and
you may be giving them a very special treat.
It started in New York City in the year two thousand two
and has spread across the nation now you can spread it too.
I have made my selection and my pocket awaits the day
when I can let a poem say what I want to say.
