Best Back Away Poems
There’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker —
defying the gravity of reality and the reality of gravity
you know damn well he won't catch you when you fall
as your sticky grip on the star’s razor edge slips
back away from the black back-alley -
use the street’s angles and curves to your advantage
run! from the rouse of his lure
as the lore is as sordid as it is euphoric -
ruined as you are by the ruse of his rune
fade to disappearance with distance
ride the rift of spindrift; a smoke screen
as if you were never here
but the territorial she-wolf knows…
she dreams of pouring rain pooling on a blurry beach
though she may choose not to open sand-puddled eyes
intuition is not blind and instincts are hackled —
for she’s downwind of dual deception
and her elegant nose is one with the yellow-rose winds
her howls now haunt your hurricane
passion’s kite - once blissfully lost in windy swagger
brash in its stellar flash amidst a hazy starlit pinwheel -
has returned a stormy petrel
dark and hovering over self-inflicted wounds feeding on strife —
incised by the rapier side-eye of your conscience
you seek to stem the red flow of guilt washing up in waves
knowing you can’t dye scarlet heartbeats white
there’s the tightrope for you to walk, wire walker;
the bloodline — that which binds
a sinful sister’s envies to the sinless sister
and divides loaves of husband-lies for the bronze bloodless sinner.
Categories:
back away, betrayal, conflict, husband, jealousy,
Form:
Free verse
What is this dance that we do?
First you spin me; I twirl with delight
Captivated by your attentive gaze
Then you back away as I move toward you
So many times we’ve been on this floor
One step forward, two steps back
Movements that confuse a foolish heart
Often I feel I’m dancing alone
Still I keep dancing to reach you
Each time I draw near, you retreat
And still it seems you want me to stay
For an eternity drawn to a love unrequited
My dancing shoes I place on a shelf
Along with my dreams, pieces of myself
Perplexed by your desire to continue
Pirouetting toward the unknown
*Revised Feb. 11, 2021
For Craig's "Foolish Heart" Contest
Categories:
back away, confusion, dance, relationship,
Form:
Lyric
Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time
Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle
Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable,
It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul
For in this time, I see the very worst of you,
How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered,
Crushing to prevail over its creators,
The tentacles squirming in hollow defense,
Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony
How your beak ever pecks upon its prey,
Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose
And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away
When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh
Growing despite the damages you have made
Come, my love, come!
See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me…
Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees
For how I know, through your destructing ways,
That together I will always make us be
Come, my love, for I die,
Heavy in the ecstasy of grief,
See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers
How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires
Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change
How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure
Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling
The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze
My eyes close—from those very eyes you came
Descending to ascend, my love you crave
Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat,
You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name
Categories:
back away, adventure, beautiful, change, dark,
Form:
Free verse
We have great animals on this grand Earth
of varied size- they live on land or sea.
Domestic ones, we love for all their worth;
like, family we live in harmony.
But grandest in our mix of wild beasts here-
our elephant, the largest one on land.
Though giant-sized, of them I have no fear-
a gentle kind with traits I understand.
They do not kill for meat or dominance,
but feast on greens wherever they might roam.
Their matriarch displays her prominence-
she leads and guards her group, her lasting home.
Emotions they display at death or birth,
caressing with their trunks the fallen ones,
and cradling safe tween feet of massive girth
their offspring, never crushed by weighty tons.
Of course, when threatened be it man or beast,
they will defend and charge with all their might.
But when the threat is gone or is decreased-
they back away and calmly end a fight.
They are not only massive in their size,
but awesome in the cultured ways they act.
Intelligent with feelings realize
the need to keep their family intact.
Oh, giant beast of Earth, dear elephant,
your gentle nature thrills my human heart.
Majestic in your size, so eloquent,
I pray from here on Earth you'll never part.
Categories:
back away, animal, emotions, tribute,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Friends humor and play me
(They know I'm chra-zee)
Patsy sings blue
God I miss you
So lone-lee now
Never knew how
without you to cope
Losing false hope
that keeps me stumbling
nowhere, I hear rumbling
and mumbling of wraiths
Fading blind faith...
Need your cozy croon
Your comforting tune
Your old fashioned song
Don't seem to belong
anywhere anymore
You ache to my core
Why be so cruel
Why leave this old fool
alone with his fears
after too many years
Why leave me behind
to fumble and find
that smile in the den
that wide joyful grin
Can't look long your way
I wrench back away
to wander the tomb
of one vacant room
one made up bed
Are you really dead...
Tell me what to do
to replace my lost you
how to turn off our light
and sleep alone tonight
"Crazy": Written by Willie Nelson and performed by the late Patsy Cline
*This poem got an N/A in the contest 'Any Poem #32'
Categories:
back away, bereavement, wife,
Form:
Couplet
as i am dancing around my tiny bathroom, in my short shorts
i stop for just a fraction of a moment to look in the mirror
i see my reflection staring right back at me
i look closer...
i see how my eyes are as blue as the deep, lovely oceans of Neptune
i see how my smile is like a light bulb that illuminates a room with the flip of one little switch
i see my stature, i see how it is almost like a flower just sprouting and learning to grow
i see how in the inside of my inner thighs have stretch marks that are rippled like the sea waves on a sandy beach shore
i smile...
and i start to notice all the beautiful little things about me
and i noticed how they combined to make a exquisite masterpiece
as i sit there i wonder why it took me so long to finally think this way about this perfect creation
but it doesn't matter
because now is the time to turn it around
and find self love
i back away from the mirror
and i start dancing
~4-3-18~
Categories:
back away, 9th grade, appreciation, love,
Form:
Free verse
Daisy was such a bossy old cow,
one who desired to rule the herd.
Her opinions were so highbrow
the others dared not moo a word!
Daisy would moo and moo all day
whilst the others chewed their cud.
I dare not disclose the things she’d say
if amiable cows mated with the stud!
One day Daisy met up with the local bull
who really was a quite handsome chap.
She fluttered her lashes, being on the pull
but her constant sniping was a handicap!
He mated all others in the bovine brood
which put Daisy’s nose right out of joint.
He detested her for her rude attitude,
yet, she insisted on arguing the point!
Daisy was ill-bred and she’d never yield
so all the other cows chose to back away.
Bull turned on his hooves and left the field
leaving Daisy all on her own chewing hay!
Although Daisy was the farmer’s oldest
she was just as nasty as the farmer’s wife.
He complained the old cow was the coldest -
I wonder which of them caused more strife!
The farmer didn't suffer from guilt or derision
when the slaughtering man came into town.
He allowed the butcher to make the decision
as to which cantankerous cow he'd put down!
12/10/18
Categories:
back away, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I was singed from the fire to the point of burning
couldn't escape from the heat 'til I reached my time of learning
that the way to stay safe was just to back away
now here at a distance is where I must stay
and while the others dance around the flames I'll watch from here
where the pain they choose to suffer will just slowly disappear
back into the burning fire they feed with their anger, and their suffering and greed
and I must stand apart and heal
where peace and joy are mine and I can feel
a simple moment full of grace
that no ones words or deeds need take it's place.
I danced around the fire until I learned
for me it was no longer time to burn.
Categories:
back away, introspection, life, people, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
We are each
a “Little Light Beloved”
so told to me in a dream~
each a blessed spark
released – far greater
than any Devil would
have man consider, let alone~
righteously seem!
far more connected than
Dark's Original Thief
would want children of The
Almighty to attempt to light
and beam....
each of us, “A Little Light Beloved”
our combined spirits, one Divine
Unconquerable Christ-team!
Transforming man's first fruits of
infamy – the human spirit snatched
back, away from claws of evil deception
by our Holy Mother's Blessed,
Immaculate Conception!
Categories:
back away, christian, christmas, faith, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
Insane
Defiantly I admonish you to just leave me alone,
Stop following me incessantly like a rowdy foe.
How forcefully must I tell, you've lost your soul,
Your sinister ways to love me I do not condone.
You shadow my presence everywhere I go
Blatantly invading every peaceful place I know.
Lurking around my private life in public places,
Posting online photos and ugly lewd messages.
If you're ever spotted at my kids' school again
You can be sure I will file a police complaint,
Quite often have I warned you to back away
Yet you keep treating me like I'm your prey.
One day you called my wife on a falls pretense,
Now you treat her like she's your best friend
Spreading lies intently to prejudice her mind
Encroaching on our daily lives in ways unkind.
You joined our church, though you live far away,
I hear you'll volunteer at school every Monday.
Now I am distressed by your manipulative ways,
Prompting me to take action to deter your sway.
At the height of insanity you finally lost control,
Quite appropriately you must soon pay a toll
As you sit in jail awaiting sentence for your crime
For you tried to hire a hit-man to kill my wife.
First Place
November 10, 2017
Stalker
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
back away, evil, mental illness,
Form:
Verse
The most noble act in all the world, I think
To back away from war on the brink
Seeking peaceful concession
With reparation
Restoring
Peace
Endorsing
Calm separation
Mutual declaration
Leaves both nations prospering insync
The most noble act in all the world, I think
Written March 28, 2022
[an Andaree, developed by Poet
Andrea Dietrich, with one small
variation. Syllables checked by PS]
#72 on BEST NEW POEMS LIST
April 22, 2022
Categories:
back away, how i feel, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
in awe of wonderment
suspended
where heart beats linger
it has been said
"the air tonight is so thick with angst"
but of what, will or will not
happen tommorow
fingers rapidly weave
as dark taps upon the window
you looking out, I looking in
there's beauty amid all the apprehension
wayward limbs grasping reality
stars stroking the midnight sky
we come alive
if only in each other's eyes
barefoot in a penthouse dream
silence caressing desire
lips draping the glow of the moon
hushed breaths blush
back away from the blue
Categories:
back away, love,
Form:
Free verse
I smile when i look at you
And hope you smile back
When i see you finally do
I wake up and find the real facts
You dont feel the same i do about you
And i dont think you will at all
But i relize this and back away
But i won't come back for a very long time
So you won't see me at all
Until you notice that im gone
Then it will all be switched around
You will like me like i did with you
And you'll find out what i found
You'll go through the same pain you put me through
Til it all comes to a end
Me and you will turn out together forever
But i wonder why it took so long to evolve
Categories:
back away, love, me, me, smile,
Form:
Free verse
I am sitting in hovel writing nothing
For the hovel has taken every last drop of energy.
Hey, wait. Is that an ant?
An ant in the winter?
What is she doing?
I get out my magnifying glass of course.
She is wearing a backpack full of something that has a sweet smell.
Pardon me, I say. Can I have a tiny taste of that?
You would take the food out of the mouth of sixty ants? She asks me.
Lucky that I talk ant.
I back away.
Trixie walks over and kicks my hand.
You are horrible! She tells me.
I had forgotten I was supposed to wake her when I got up.
There is nothing more exasperating than an angry muse.
Thought you’d write something without me?
Well, yes, um….. I am stammering now.
We kind of have a little rule.
She whisks away and stomps off.
Out of all the muses in all the imaginations
in all of the universes, I developed a female muse?
Hmmmmmm I have to ponder that.
But not right now.
The ant is doing a tango and her backpack just flew off.
Categories:
back away, friend, friendship, friendship love,
Form:
Free verse
Daisy was a bossy cow
How she loved to rule the herd
The other cows detested her
Yet they dared not moo a word
Daisy would moo and moo all day
Whilst the other cows chewed the cud
She gave her loud opinions
Whilst the other cows landed the stud
One day Daisy met up with the local bull
He really was a handsome chap
She fluttered her eyelashes for she was on the pull
But her bossy ways were a handicap
The bull mated with all the other cows
Poor Daisy’s nose was put out of joint
He hated her attitude she was very rude
Yet she still tried to argue the point
The louder and louder Daisy mooed
Made the other cows back away
The bull turned on his heels and left the field
And left Daisy alone eating hay
Now Daisy was the farmer’s oldest
And as bossy as the farmers wife
He knew for the sure the old cow was the coldest
Sure they both gave him tons of strife
So when the butcher came to town
To bargain for cheap cows all around
The farmer smiled and sent them both on down
Let the poor butcher figure which old cow to drown!
My 900th poem I wanted it to be a fun write
100 in a row #9 Sponsored by PD Linda
12~19~15
Categories:
back away, fantasy, farm, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme