#simplepleasures - Hello Poetry

Red polka-dot sky, Splashing through the silver mud, She and her best friend—Snoop. No fear of the coming scold, Just the joy of falling rain. Puddles turn to glass, Shattered by a happy paws, And a small wet shoes. Her blue dress is soaked and stained, But her heart is light and free. Mother’s tongue may be sharp, Counting every messy spot, On the new-bought lace. But the rhythm of the storm, Drowns her worry of the cost. Giggles in the mist, A wagging tail, a soaking hem, Living for the now. Without a single regret, They dance where the wild winds blow.

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Muddy Grace and Silver Rain

Red polka-dot sky, Splashing through the silver mud, She and her best friend—Snoop. No fear of the coming scold, Just the joy of falling rain. Puddles turn to glass, Shattered by a happy paws, And a small wet shoes. Her blue dress is soaked and stained, But her heart is light and free. Mother’s tongue may be sharp, Counting every messy spot, On the new-bought lace. But the rhythm of the storm, Drowns her worry of the cost. Giggles in the mist, A wagging tail, a soaking hem, Living for the now. Without a single regret, They dance where the wild winds blow.

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Boys chase dreams with fervour bright, their laughter spilling into the light— not just heard, but felt, like sunshine breaking through a quiet sky. They leap— into puddles, into moments, into now— water splashing, worries crashing, unburdened hearts that don’t ask how. Because they don’t need reasons… they just are. Knees muddied, hands wild with stories, they build kingdoms from nothing— sticks become swords, fields become worlds, and every tree holds a secret worth climbing. Look at them— running ahead of time itself, as if tomorrow can wait… as if joy is enough. And maybe—just maybe— it is. Their dreams rise like kites in open skies, fragile strings held by fearless hands. They tug at the wind, dancing between hope and gravity, refusing to fall. Those smiles— those innocent, unguarded smiles— they light the dark in ways we forget how to. But listen closely… because beneath the laughter, there’s something quieter— a whisper of who they’ll become. Voices speaking futures out loud, bold and unshaken, eyes wide with a vision the world hasn’t yet touched. And time… time will come for them. It always does. It will call them forward, ask them to stand, to trade puddles for pathways, and games for responsibility. But here’s the truth— Those dreams? They don’t leave. They stay— tucked in the corners of memory, carved— into the man they’ll grow to be, resting gently… in the palm of their hand. So let them run. Let them leap. Let them laugh like nothing can break them. Because in those fleeting, muddy, sunlit moments— they are not just boys… They are dream chasers.

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Dream Chasers

Boys chase dreams with fervour bright, their laughter spilling into the light— not just heard, but felt, like sunshine breaking through a quiet sky. They leap— into puddles, into moments, into now— water splashing, worries crashing, unburdened hearts that don’t ask how. Because they don’t need reasons… they just are. Knees muddied, hands wild with stories, they build kingdoms from nothing— sticks become swords, fields become worlds, and every tree holds a secret worth climbing. Look at them— running ahead of time itself, as if tomorrow can wait… as if joy is enough. And maybe—just maybe— it is. Their dreams rise like kites in open skies, fragile strings held by fearless hands. They tug at the wind, dancing between hope and gravity, refusing to fall. Those smiles— those innocent, unguarded smiles— they light the dark in ways we forget how to. But listen closely… because beneath the laughter, there’s something quieter— a whisper of who they’ll become. Voices speaking futures out loud, bold and unshaken, eyes wide with a vision the world hasn’t yet touched. And time… time will come for them. It always does. It will call them forward, ask them to stand, to trade puddles for pathways, and games for responsibility. But here’s the truth— Those dreams? They don’t leave. They stay— tucked in the corners of memory, carved— into the man they’ll grow to be, resting gently… in the palm of their hand. So let them run. Let them leap. Let them laugh like nothing can break them. Because in those fleeting, muddy, sunlit moments— they are not just boys… They are dream chasers.

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Today, lets enjoy the simple pleasures Whilst disregarding the morning luminosity when the city wakes, our impulse to be fainéant grows a comfortable silence, filled with slow music at a moderate level whilst slowly turning pages of a book, dismiss time and live in the moment. ~Sunday

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Nov 19, 2018

Nov 19, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC

BitterSweetDreams

Sunday

Today, lets enjoy the simple pleasures Whilst disregarding the morning luminosity when the city wakes, our impulse to be fainéant grows a comfortable silence, filled with slow music at a moderate level whilst slowly turning pages of a book, dismiss time and live in the moment. ~Sunday

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Two of life's simple pleasures Are waking up To the warm sun Shining from the depths Of your eyes Accompanied by the smile That chases all my nightmares away

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 10:18 AM UTC

Nite

Simple pleasures

Two of life's simple pleasures Are waking up To the warm sun Shining from the depths Of your eyes Accompanied by the smile That chases all my nightmares away

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Rolling down the hill laughing, tumbling not caring; free as I get coated in grass stains and mud Careful not to smudge the mascara, applying eye liner and sigh in relief to have not sullied my face saving embarrassment Giddy selecting sweets from the colourful array to buy with MY money; as much as I can! Glancing at my seemingly large stomach in this dress I opt for a salad; as always (bland) but at least I'll be slimmer Card trades, the politics of the playground, using trickery and bribery to get the best, feeling like a boss Eyeing him with a secure hand in his, falling hard, to notice her gaze at him and subtly securing dominance of his heart. The door bell rings and there stands the gang ready with bikes and water guns to surrender ourselves to the sunny day The Suns out and the lighting is absolutely perfect for a selfie so with a stretched grin I snap, Photoshop and Instagram Toys R Us our haven and envious glances at those who could afford the best and most exquisite Bratz sets or card sets The rare visits to the Apple Store are exciting even to just gaze at the new iPhone 5 and hold it awhile.... The joy oh the joy of reading time, together we sat and took turns, enjoying the sharing of a tale With my phone in hand not a minute goes by that I don't check my Facebook page for notifications

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC

the-silent-catastrophe

Childhood fancies

Rolling down the hill laughing, tumbling not caring; free as I get coated in grass stains and mud Careful not to smudge the mascara, applying eye liner and sigh in relief to have not sullied my face saving embarrassment Giddy selecting sweets from the colourful array to buy with MY money; as much as I can! Glancing at my seemingly large stomach in this dress I opt for a salad; as always (bland) but at least I'll be slimmer Card trades, the politics of the playground, using trickery and bribery to get the best, feeling like a boss Eyeing him with a secure hand in his, falling hard, to notice her gaze at him and subtly securing dominance of his heart. The door bell rings and there stands the gang ready with bikes and water guns to surrender ourselves to the sunny day The Suns out and the lighting is absolutely perfect for a selfie so with a stretched grin I snap, Photoshop and Instagram Toys R Us our haven and envious glances at those who could afford the best and most exquisite Bratz sets or card sets The rare visits to the Apple Store are exciting even to just gaze at the new iPhone 5 and hold it awhile.... The joy oh the joy of reading time, together we sat and took turns, enjoying the sharing of a tale With my phone in hand not a minute goes by that I don't check my Facebook page for notifications

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