Best Close Out Poems
Why when we sleep do we close out the darkness,
Which comes creeping and crawling within?
Still it finds it's way into our conscious,
Which fades as the daylight grows dim.
We close ourselves off from the nighttime,
Behind curtains, blinds, shutters and screens,
As we try to forget the day's time-line,
And surrender ourselves to our dreams.
Surely nighttime is perfect for sleeping,
When it's dark outside and in our heads,
As slowly that dream-state comes creeping,
While we're tucked up at home in our beds.
It should be the daytime we close out,
We can't sleep while we're facing the light,
Since surely the sun leaves a dream-drought,
So the best time to sleep is at night.
So for all who rise late in the daytime,
And for those who will rise with the lark,
The question I leave you in this rhyme;
Why when we sleep do we close out the dark?
Categories:
close out, philosophy, son, song-timesleep,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Much Better Will Become
(For White Sage)
Thought about White Sage with stage freight
And how her face would start turning white
Embarrassed became by respect being paid
About poem wrote while sitting in a shade.
She surely has such a nice nature of hers
No matter where she is it always occurs
While she was home safe, sane and sound
In each poem her feelings could be found.
She wrote last poem to close out the day
In it could hear her voice speak and say
If with my poem you may be perplexed,
Always much better will become the next.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
close out, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
I ran out to see You this evening.
To see the spectacular image that You painted just for me.
Every night it is something unique and designed with the greatest effects.
Splashes of love and compassion with the waning of a coral blue sky.
The perfect sunset to close out my day.
A glorious exclamation mark against varying crimson lights.
You are my Picasso as a stare up at the sunset.
I stand in awe and begin to sing you a lullaby.
I lift up my praise to the greatest Sky Painter of all time.
You are the Mighty King who longs to come back and sweep Your holy children off their feet.
You keep drawing us closer and closer to Your Heart each and every day.
I wonder as I stand here at dusk…
How many more sunsets until I get to look into Your eyes?
I know you are looking down from Your throne as I stand here in awe of Your perfect painting tonight.
gwendolen rix
8-30-15
Categories:
close out, sky, sunset, , Lullaby,
Form:
Pastoral
“Race to the Pillow”
Thoughts of love seem to secure my heart in webs of roses pedals and candy hearts
The feeling of love my hide from my heart but the thoughts of love keep my eyes open
Fluttering flip flops in thy stomach may keep their distance but her smile has me smiling
If only in a dream of unselfish images of the angel’s laughter I have yet to meet
When my eyes close out the brightness of yesterday I see the most beautiful sight in all the world
The woman who carries my once broken and lonely heart in her tender hands no longer cracked
With a smile only the angels of God could ever create I can see my forever for the first time
To dream a little dream that creates such hope for tomorrow and beyond yesterday’s sadness
This journey of nightly dreams slowly revealing the face of my future
Dreaming will finally succumb to reality when the angels have built her just for me
She will not be perfect for anyone but me with her loving arms around me in warmth
Let love become the love I no longer have to close my eyes for but keep open to cherish daily
Until the day my love has engaged with myself in an embrace of soul shattering happiness
Until I can feel her lips whispering upon my lips I love you
Until the dreams are shattered like the rock that holds my diamond that keeps it safe
I will race to the pillow and return to where love is always waiting for me
Categories:
close out, love,
Form:
Cinquain
Happy Endings
A long day in the office is just a prelude
to the kaleidoscopic formations
gathered beneath store front close out sales
and pigeon feathers as I head for the station,
the five o’clock hopefully on time
Strolling down the naked street,
I follow brick facades and paint chipped doorways,
listening to music from open windows above,
static to the sleeping trios
with silenced violins in cases of quarters
Whiskey bottle wind chimes
tinkle on the curb in high pitched sonatas
floating on waters from washed dogs and cars,
denting front lawns in tread mark stupidity
as the city pulls out the stops
Sirens join in the festivities,
out of tune with hopes for happiness,
but running red lights just the same
as envious teenagers fall from death metal
logo’d skateboards, tearing already torn jeans
And as I wonder why no one smiles anymore,
a yellow cab stops, the back window rolls down
“Need a lift buddy?” and before I can answer
I see her as she pats the seat next to her
and motions me in
As the car pulls away I ask, “Where we headed?”
“To the sunset, I hear it’s beautiful this time of day”
she giggles then leans over and kisses me
“How was your day handsome?” she asks like a song
“Perfect now, I just love happy endings”
Categories:
close out, love,
Form:
Free verse
When the distractions of little things
piled on my found feelings,
you sang with every intention of
drawing me close, out
of the clutter in my mind until
I heard only your voice.
You had me out of my shell, ready
to reach for your hand,
to show me what I dared not see.
But. Your courage was only for show
And held up for only the glow
Of the ghost of you, in
the night, charmed and lost,
hovering over my every mood
While you go on singing of
things never to come, I
bored of things that never were.
Categories:
close out, lost love, loveme, me,
Form:
Free verse
As soon as I walk in,
you walk right up to me;
And I know what I want,
but you ask me what I need.
I know you're just doin' your job,
and I'm just doin' mine,
but I cannot help but wonder if you're open, come closin' time.
There aren't many people,
with whom, I get along;
And there are even fewer,
for whom, I'll write a song,
but you like to hear me sing,
and I like to watch you pour.
I wonder if there's something that we both would like much more.
Hey, bartender. Would you wait on me?
I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
But I don't care if it's last call or not -
Hey, bartender. Would you give me a shot?
Let's make a toast: To making the most of most.
Let us not look to see. What will be, will be.
So, when you close out my tab,
and I ask for one more thing;
And say, "Could you call me - a cab?"
'Stead of "Call me in the morning."
'Cause I don't wanna go too far,
but I don't wanna go without;
So, if I am where you are,
please, bartender, don't close me out.
Categories:
close out, love, music, nostalgia, passion,
Form:
Ballad
THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
Outside snow is falling on the ground,
And the temperature is tumbling down,
It's that wonderful time of year,
When family and friends gather
To close out the year,
There's a magical feeling in the air,
You can feel its presence everywhere,
It puts a sparkle in a little child's eyes,
As they look around in
Wonderment and surprise,
It twinkles on the Christmas tree
And shines in Santa's eyes,
It fills our hearts with wonder,
Excitement and surprise,
It shimmies down the chimney,
It sparkles in the air,
The Christmas spirit spreads,
Its special magic everywhere.
Categories:
close out, children, christmas, holiday, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Butters Drippin’ From My Ears
Summer’s mostly over
I’ve not once mentioned Iowa corn.
It’s the symbol of the state
In which this rhymer’s born.
There are other places
That grows passable “sweet” corn.
I’ve eaten several others
But my druthers always torn.
In dead of winters dreary days
And it’s all the markets got
That “shipped in” product
May pacify the corn longing spot.
But when Iowa summer’s here
Weathers so hot & steamy.
There’s nothing like fresh corn
With melted butter. . . so creamy.
I’ve always thought eatin’ corn
Was the most sensible fashion reason
Hot butter drippin’ off my elbow
Makes short sleeves so now in season
We start dreaming of its coming
As soon as local gardening starts
Sweet corn & vine ripe tomatoes
Are close to this old couples hearts.
There are various spots to buy it
Lots of small, road side venders.
There are local “farmers markets”
Even “organic” stores for heavy spenders.
But my wife has a favorite seller
So weeks early we start spying.
To find that special farm fell'er
Many years his ears has been buying.
When she says, going out the door
”I’m going to see the little man”
I know I’m in for a real corn treat.
She’ll soon return with ears in hand.
It’s always cool and fresh picked
The husks are tight, the color bright.
The ears are chuck full of kernels
And almost never a bug in sight.
We get them all shucked
The waters now boiling
But the season is short
Soon there will be no more toiling.
We close out the season
Cut a few ears for the freezer.
Soon we’ll be saying “Good-by”
To this special taste “pleaser”.
Written by oldbuck after another
wonderful home cooked meal that
included “Iowa” corn on the cob.
Categories:
close out, farm, food, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
HOSTAGE OF ONE NIGHT
what is his name she asks
but i refuse to tax my mind
though the memory of him
hovers, the one who stole
my virginity, caused my shame
what is his name she asks
for in the beginning i did not tell
sheltered in my deepest mind
divulged when a loved one died
what is his name, will it pop up tonight
in my dreams...i’ve long ago closed the door
but now this monstrous thing hovers
closing in once more...i almost see him
and his sister too and the darkest night
wants to preside in the daylight
through fog and wandering nerves
i still remember clearly...where,
when, what, why. there’s no goodbye
clothing ruthlessly thrown on stairs,
stained, a yellow bodice unsnapped
the scintilla of a window open
my eyes close out the “no” i screamed
in the end i remember
and can’t forget
afterall
9/29/2018
Categories:
close out, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
It started with something innocent
Say hello with sweet intent
Have a drink as maybe friends
But you know that's about to change
What's your name baby you're looking good
Let me in yeah I'll change your mood
Share some laughs then grab a bite
we don't have to go home tonight
Working hard for a lovers kiss
Midnight dreams of endless bliss
The ice is broken now give us a shot
Let me see your beauty spot
Tickley toes with a hidden tattoo
Has got me craving all of you
Time is ticking I made my move
I've got nothing else to lose
Bartender says that it's last call
Stop me before I fall in lust
Close out the tab I'm in no rush
For you to walk away from me
It's s 3 am the doors they closed
Shivering now I pull you close
I'm in need of some company
What do ya say to just u and me
Working hard for a lovers kiss
Midnight dreams of endless bliss
The ice is broken now give us a shot
Let me see your beauty spot
Tickley toes with a hidden tattoo
Has got me craving all of you
Time is ticking I made my move
I've got nothing else to lose
Thawed out the cold with a warm embrace
Skin,to skin face to face
Close your eyes baby this is good
You let me in like I knew you would
Its morning and I wake up alone
found a note saying you had to go
here's my number don't call to much
Did I mention don't fall in love
Working hard for a lovers kiss
Midnight dreams of endless bliss
The ice is broken now give us a shot
Let me see your beauty spot
Tickley toes with a hidden tattoo
Has got me craving all of you
Time is ticking I made my move
I've got nothing else to lose
Categories:
close out,
Form:
Lyric
I look in the mirror and
I see a girl that's scared to speak
I see fear and disappointment in every word she speaks
I see the untold tears
That nobody wants to speak
Wrong turnings dead ends
She weeps
When alone she screams
Pushing all and everybody that comes close out of reach
Frustration and anger her key
Hopeless drifting with no ambition they scream .
But I see the girl that wants to be happy and free
Be loved by all
Fill life with all and everything that she could be
Make them proud of the women
She is to be
Fill life with all and everything that she could be
Be beautiful be bold proud of who she sees
A masterpiece
Beautifully made she doesn't know that she's unique
Future layed out and planned from god she doesn't see
Heavy heart
With a perfect frame
Painted smile on her face
To cover up the scars that still remain
In the mirror I see
A girl that wants to speak
-Adaam Jagne
Categories:
close out, emotions, how i feel,
Form:
ABC
Close out your open book of love, life and the past. Go ahead laugh at your mistakes, you can’t change them.
The lessons are in the problems made, don't be enslaved by your pain, there’s nothing gained.
Forgive those who made it so hard to be forgiven, their living, moving on without looking back all smiles while you’re all tears.
Don’t be overcome by despair or grief, letting go is your relief of dreams, love and happiness, to pursue peace, to be satisfied with yourself.
Learn to love yourself.
A mission made alone leave room for open thoughts and your tears are born free, cleansing the soul of impurities of the heart, where compassion starts to grow. Moving towards the sunshine that sets in the eyes.
Chapters read, pages turned of life, love, loneliness, lost hope of dreams, dreamt so pleasant.
Hell bent. Could never been heaven sent or thoughts heaven spent. Pain never the same three times past. It won’t last, healing is a process. In time a finer wine. Bitter sweet.
What is the material of love made of? Left overs when pain is manufactured.
What’s left?
A side road open by pain, a next chapter to be made.
A lesson learn, when does a new life gets a turn? And when do we get to turn the pages of time to look back and close our eyes to dream of lost dreams of rainy days and happiness.
Chapters read seems endless, books of the past to be closed learning to deal with things, letting go.
There will be a happy ending!
Categories:
close out, love, pain, lost, heaven,
Form:
Lyric
Those were the days,this the life I made
I drank too damn much and stayed away
Life so fast,wild and filled with pretty girls
Sexy bodies, pretty faces and long curls!
I smashed your memory into hard pieces
Sold my broken heart for short leases
Drinking my pain until it took me down
Raised holy hell all over this old town!
Baby, those were the days I still want
Still miss you but know that you don't
Every damn night burn your memory down
Mornings wake to find me still a clown!
You were my life and my greatest history
Your heart and love are still a mystery
Darling,we were the moon and the stars
Now I drink and close out the late bars!
Baby,you were the blue sky,the cat's meow
Want you back but simply don't know how
I died just to put that wrong life far away
And in these memories have my heart's say!
Gone forever are those much wanted days
My cries hurt so but this pain never pays
I put your sweet heart and mine out of play
Sad memories serve to hold my heart at bay!
Those were the days, this the life I made
I drank too damn much and stayed away
Life so fast,wild and filled with pretty girls
Sexy bodies, pretty faces and long curls!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-13-2015
Note- Poetic license taken in my writing. I have that memory stored
but would trade nothing for what I have with my wife and son now !!!!
Categories:
close out, absence, allegory, appreciation, art,
Form:
Rhyme
A RAINY DAY
A RAINY DAY,
IS A REAL BEAUTIFUL DAY
AND THAT'S DEPENDING ON HOW YOU SEES IT.
IN FACT, A RAINY DAY
IS A DAY WHERE EVERYTHING THIRSTY
IS THOUGHT OF FIRST, BY GOD OF COURSE.
IN FACT, A RAINY DAY
IS GOD'S WAY OF SAYING NOTHING WILL DIE OF THIRST, OR DROUGHT
AND ON TOP OF THAT , IT IS, GOD'S WAY OF SAYING I LOVE YOU ALL
AND WITH ME I WILL NOT LET YOU ALL PERISH OR FALL.
FURTHER, A RAINY DAY
IS A DAY WHERE ALL GETS THERE PIECES OF THE PIE
AND THAT'S WHETHER THEY'RE HIGH ABOVE AND OR BELOW.
AND THAT, I ABSOLUTELY LOVES.
ALSO, A RAINY DAY
IS NOT A BORING DAY; IN FACT, A RAINY DAY, IS A VERY COMFORTABLE DAY
TO RELAX AND ENJOY INDOOR ACTIVITIES WITH AN UNDERSTNDING THAT GOD, LOVE HIMSELF, IS IN CHARGE AND ALSO IS AT LARGE. LOL...
AND, AT THE END OF THE DAY,
A RAINY DAY, IS A DAY WHERE WE CAN SEE TO BE A MOMENT TO HAVE TIME ALONE AND TO SIMPLY MEDITATE AT ANY RATE; ALSO TO FEEL GREAT, WITH THE BEAUTIFUL SOUND OF NATURE AND THE RAIN DROPS THAT FLOPS AND POPS ON THE GROUND EVERY ROUND; THAT THERE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL TO ME; IN FACT, THAT IS WHY I ENJOY A REAL BEAUTIFUL RAINY DAY. SO, AS I CLOSE OUT, I WILL SAY THAT A RAINY DAY, IS JUST ONE OF GOD'S MANY, MANY BLESSINGS THAT WE SHOULD ALWAYS ENJOY, RECIEVE AND ADORE, EVEN IF THAT WAS NOT IN, OR ON OUR PERSONAL AGENDA. I SAY SO, BECAUSE A RAINY DAY HAS A PURPOSE TOO, JUST LIKE US; SO TA, TA AND BE BLESS BY THE RAIN OF GOD, LOVE HIMSELF, WHIiLE HE REIGN AND RAINS ON ANY DAY. SHALOM. POEM WRITTEN BY: (CRYSTAL) YEHUWDIYTH Y. YISRAEL
Categories:
close out, art, blessing, environment, garden,
Form:
Rhyme Royal