Highlife poems on Hello Poetry

Dan Kastner Nov 2012

highlife

I love to watch you walk away from me.
It ****** drives me wild.
I know you think you've got some place to be.
But you could stay for a while.
Ive got green we could burn,
we could sleep the day away.
Live in the moment,
don't worry about yesterday.
*** were high on life with the right kind of attitude.
Up all night till the sky turns bright baby blue.
Were just a couple of kids acting dumb and having fun.
When we look back later in life we won't regret what we've done

Patrick Kennon Oct 2017

Highlife

China cat writing on grandma's pearls
Quarters turned into penny slots
A tired little look at
2 pm

Where oh where did the
brews go my friend
Where oh where did the
cigarettes burn
out

A simple smile over coffee
in the morning
A simple brush of her
hair

Lying in long leaf clover
for hours

A simple connection between
the cortex
A bullet for comparison
Where is the jettison button
for all the built up
****

Dice and pink highlighters
on your dreary
afternoon

Could you spread some of that
love over here?

PEARL SMOKE Sep 2014

Can I ??

Will iBe Strong Enough
To Stop,
Im Sober Already
But
Temptation Creeps
Blinds me
Will i be quick to say no if pulled out infront of me?
iWanna Stop but iStill wanna use
At times Idont know what
Iwant.
Sobriety or the highlife...

#addiction

Ashly Kocher Aug 2019

Glitter in the Air

The sky looks like oceans waves
Crashing down, swirling away
Making it suddenly rain
Turning darker and darker
Drifting away
Trees swaying in the wind
Birds flying high, heading downwind
The sun hiding behind the clouds
But at the end of it, a rainbow can be found
When the sun shines bright
Casting a glimmer of light
Ending your day, living the highlife....
Be thankful for the little things
Even if they seem dark at times
In the end, throw the glitter in the air
Watch it fall slowly all over your hair
Letting you shine, shimmer and glisten
For everyone to share
(In your love and happiness)

Jay earnest Apr 2020

I took a walk

walked down the road and along the street where there was snow. It was cold and cloudy and my finger was cold too. I walked into the store and the Asian owner Bob had a mask on, I didn't. I proceeded to place my miller highlife and tea on the counter and paid for it. "Nice day" I said. He agreed and I walked back into the snow and went home

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