Love Poems About Croquet or Croquet Love Poems
by John Watt |
Categories: first love, goodbye, love, summer, vacation,

Summer Camp

                                 Summer Camp

Summer camp's been a win-win, this week made me grin!
What great times we had, going like mad, never sad
met playing croquet the first day of our va-cay
you're the one I had fun with each day in the sun
played awesome sports in shorts, laughed through games of all sorts
what jokes we'd make sitting by the lake, sun would bake
we swam every day at the dam, then had to scram
off to canoe, whistle blew, I'd eat lunch with you
goodbye my sweetie pie, our time has just flown by
your kiss felt right late last night. Don't forget to write!


written 17 Aug 2020


by Robert Renstrom |
Categories: absence, allegory, art, aubade, death, eulogy, humanity,

Emilia In Romagna

Emilia In Romagna

Somewhere a lost little girl
Is crying in her bedroom closet
Because she can’t hear
Her mama
Moving about anymore
She can see dim shapes
Mama stored stuff in here
Luggage scarfs tennis racquets
Croquet mallets 
Boxes of old photographs
Useless 
Rubbish
Apparently not water or food
She can hear the ancient
Transistor radio
Mama always kept on
Pavarotti is proclaiming
His love for another faulty insecure woman
In an opera that makes
As much sense as this
Her disconsolate glissandos 
Ravaged juddered weeping
Rival the maestro
For now
Until later

by Gregory Joseph Firlotte |
Categories: fun, games, love, summer,

Croquet

You’ve always
let me win at croquet
and I could never
figure out why
until the day
I saw you smile
into the sun
and move your lips
in silence
and wink to a passing cloud
and purposely hit
the ball astray.