Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly

My friend had introduced us,
That crisp late autumn day.
He'd told me she was easy,
Would let me have my way.

But she was babysitting,
Her younger brothers, three.
Had to wait until they slept,
Before she would be free.

So we necked a little while,
My hands went roaming round.
I got so damned excited,
My heart began to pound.

Then the kids came in from play,
We quickly jumped apart.
She made us all some hotdogs,
I tried to slow my heart.

When she put the kids to bed,
We necked again some more.
She checked in then after while,
They had begun to snore.

So I took her by the hand,
To lead her off to bed.
She hesitated then cause,
They may wake up, she said.

I swept her up in my arms,
And carried her to lay,
Upon the bed so sweetly.
Then closed the door to play.

The condom that I carried,
I slipped on inside out.
Of course it slipped right off,
Oh such a clumsy lout.

Was over in a moment,
My trigger was so prime.
But hey give me a break now,
It was just my first time.

The chill's arrived, the crop is in.
It's time for feasting to begin.
The smell of baking fills the night,
And time has come for bonfire's light.

Let's raise a mug of hearty ale,
In lantern's shine from hill and dale.
To toast the harvest and the feast,
And gather round the roasted beast.

While gathering from near and far,
We'll make a wish upon each star.
Haul in the wood and light the fire,
This is a feast not fun'ral pyre.

The veil is thin between the sides,
Where living lives and death resides.
So don your mask and chase away,
The evil spirits on this day.

Plumbing can be a mystery,
Though doesn't seem like it should be.
All runs downhill, or so they say,
It's all in joining 'B' to 'A'.

So why is it that when I try,
Some minor mending to apply,
All my careful preparation,
Only leads to pure frustration?

These fittings don't fit up at all,
This one's too fat and that's too small,
And leaks I try to fix it seems,
They turn themselves to steady streams.

A plumber costs too much for me,
But done for cheap ain't done for free.
Know before I complete this chore,
My fourth trip to the hardware store.

The Mother who has made this world,
Has not forsaken her children.
Tis she who brings the sun each day,
And puts it to bed every evening.

The patriarchs who run the show,
Have tried to bury her glory,
But birds that sing and seeds that sprout,
In praise do repeat her story.

Her fertile womb has spawned our race,
In ancient times we adored her.
But politics and religion,
Have convinced us to ignore her.

We need our Mother desperately,
Right now even more than ever.
So let us call on her as we,
In our daily lives endeavor.

When troubles feel too much to bear,
And your life seems not worth living,
Turn to her, let her lift you up,
Look at all the gifts she's giving.

I don't have a plane or a yacht,
Or a big fine house on the bay.
Not a business czar or mogul,
Nor a statesman or potentate.

No I don't have much to offer,
Of material worldly things.
Have no claims to fame or fortune,
No shining star and never been.

What I do have can't be measured,
And no it can't be bought or sold.
So then for some it has no value,
Because it has no worth in gold.

Only things I have to offer,
Are just my heart that's pure and true,
And a mind and soul and body,
That I will dedicate to you.

If to you these things have meaning,
You understand whereof I speak,
Then we just may have a future.
Let's take a chance on you and me.

Some folks feel they have the right,
To admonish and advise.
They think that their opinion,
Should just always override.

Hot words or inuendo,
Sometimes subtle others bold.
Who do they think that they are?
What gives them the right to scold?

Them thinking they're so clever,
Really just gives me a pain.
They could do so much better,
If their own lives they'd arrange.

With their meddling in the lives,
And affairs of other folks,
What hope have they of finding,
True happiness of their own?

So don't throw your monkey wrench,
Into other's cogs and gears.
Just tend to your own business,
Cause you'll find no takers here.

they say we'll come to our end one day
they say we just won't matter
they say we'll become our own prey
with thoughts as mad as a hatter

they say we'll run out of water
they say we'll run out of food
they say we'll kill or be slaughtered
they say we'll come to no good

they say civility's near an end
they say there's no use in tryin'
they say our actions only portend
civilization's weakness's underlyin'

they say we don't know what we're doin'
and perhaps it's true, we don't
seems like the whole world we're screwin'
but maybe the prediction's overblown

maybe there's another bend to turn
maybe there is another angle
maybe 'stead of like before, we'll learn
to sort our emotions to better unscramble

maybe love can actually conquer fear
maybe there's a brighter dawn to come
today's weathered is tomorrow's all clear
maybe empathy is our new rule-of-thumb

© agoodguy2have 2011-08-08

Following thirty years
of power building, rife
with billions taken from
the people, land and life

Soles now upturned
facing toward heaven’s light
LEAVE spelling out dis-
respect through all the strife

A nation’s self-portrait
Tahrir Square rounding out
hope captured in hands
upholding freedom’s shout

Shoes held high, speaking
the people and army stand
together as one, answers
awaited by prayers’ demand

Six-0-three pm with
Sunset prayers ended
as strangers hugged and
roars, heard, ascended

Power transferred from
Mubarak to the people’s pride
as proudly Egyptians honor
those many who have died

Peaceful strength, humor laced,
dictator’s reign did cease.
May those who liberated now
govern this nation in peace.

I'm open now, here is my heart.
Do with it what you will.
I'm laying all out on the line,
I'm yours to save or kill.

You have my life, nothing held back,
There's no more I can give.
My life's on hold til we are one,
I need your love to live.

So take me please, I'm yours to have,
Here is my heart to hold.
I trust in you, in kindness to,
Our oneness to enfold.

I bet you think it's quite a risk,
To say the very least,
To offer self without reserve,
And chance the howling beast.

I know your tender heart is pure,
And your intentions kind,
My heart can safely open up,
I've seen inside your mind.