Best Comeback Poems
The Come-back King is Coming Back for You [Lyrics of Song]
(Written by inspiration of Singer, Wintley Phipps)
Jesus is the come-back King—
He came back from the dead;
He’s coming back for you—
For your eternity He’s plead.
Your sins that were once scarlet;
Covered by His righteousness;
He lived a perfect life—
To grant you holiness.
Chorus
Jesus is the come-back King—
No greater king will reign;
He’s coming in the clouds
To collect His chosen who remain.
The come-back King is coming—
Coming back for you;
It’s because He loves you;
Your life, He will renew.
Jesus is the come-back King—
He came back from death’s sleep.
He came back to be your Savior;
To provide comfort should you weep.
He sent you His Holy Spirit,
So you can overcome;
Reject Satan’s temptations—
Your victory to be won.
The come-back King is happy,
As happy as can be;
He knows He did not die in vain
On Calvary’s, Roman tree.
You took up His offer—
Of freedom and of choice.
He’s going to hold a party;
In heaven, we’ll all rejoice.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010-2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Comeback God sacked a craft sassed to last /
Grasp no slack or sag with the rap slap/
Pressure the bag and tip of the cap /
Coder crack hat and lift that latch /
Off the docket and out the casket /
Almost a tragic trashed hit had him cashed in /
Dodged that tactic now have the out to last kit /
Hoss’s odds lodged a socket to play with any ratchet
SORRY if I ever hurt you,
for I was just trying to love you.
I never expressed me in front of you,
but that doesn't mean I don’t love you.
Yeah, when u got some new friends, I felt unsecure.
But believe my angel my love is the one perfectly pure.
Just want to say, whenever I see these “SRK Shots”,
You are the one to come first in my thoughts.
I never tried to change you and I promise will never change you.
But one last request to you my dear.
Plzz comeback I am dying for your company, for that sweet melody to hear.
Please comeback..........
There once was a poet named M.T.
Who made me laugh with his poetry.
He made PS so fun;
His talents were so pun,
Comeback to PS and humor me!
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I tag Abe in the Limerick game
You believed you could one up me
but good sir I pray you to see
there were more moves on the board to play.
Let me show you a rare poetic display.
So you have shown me the inspiration with your pen
Now, learn what it means to be the king of kings among men.
You’ve jumped in my mind, hope you don’t drown
for in there it is I who wear this crown.
Now may I say “mate” or do you have something left?
Inside my mind for more poetic theft?
So now my friend, Jimmy, let the games begin,
But I think in the end we know who will win.
*re-re-tag your it jimmy.
Is your comeback a symbol of faith or vengeance
Let it be clear if to light or darkness you pay allegiance
Don't make men victims of ploys up your sleeves
Meting out on them wrath as thieves
Suffering for invested trust
Reaping from it the dividend of disgust
To whom much is given, much is required
Even that which is sought, solicited and acquired
For the fulfilling of desire comes with position
Propositions, dispositions clamouring for your decision
And the old stream of a mind must be stretched
To a lake from which nourishment is fetched
Ask yourself why some lead and others follow
Is it the bait of the lender on those who borrow?
Is it charisma, wit, oration and charm
Is it the strength to which weakness submits to avert harm
Is it a fixed ordination of a bloodline from the beginning
Is it learnable of its intent, design and meaning
Think of God who is continually believed and defied
Yet all life and breath have on him always relied
Patient that they'll freely yield to Him without force
Ye must fashion your ways after this high course
For ye take a heavier cross than most men consider
So let the highest of character surpass the highest bidder
K. Muitherero.
Temperature dropped
Winter came back too quickly
No time yet for early flowers
What a comeback!
winning by a mile,
now you can smile.
You keep it up, lady,
N.H. was your stage,
stay right on message!
Losing my balance but finding my way
I have come too far to ever go back;
Success won't allow progress to decay;
No matter who tries to mount an attack
I promise you I will define comeback;
Walking upon a high rope with tight hope
won't be seduced by a slippery slope;
This path is dangerous but I focus
on this wild vision and it's immense scope;
Flames burn in the heart of this poetess.
For a thousand reasons I can't explain
A writer for once lost her thoughts and shattered insane
Doesn't know what to do, say or write
For deep inside her mind, there was a fight.
She was lost in an unknown forest
Cried all night and longed for rest.
Still stands in the fight she's in,
For she believes that's where courage begins.
Her tattered and distorted thoughts,
Still remained but always at her cost.
But she hoped that she would find her strife,
Someone who could bring her back to life.
So it was she found her dear;
A prince that is sweet and clear,
With his love and thoughts for her he said,
And mended the writer's heart that once had bled.
Her heart soon became a new,
Because she found her inspiration in the prince he knew.
And now a summer of joy she has,
Because she could now write at last.
This poem is so to speak,
The words that came from the writer's mind at peak,
Her thoughts are now so complete,
For her dear prince, beside her seats.
This show isn't worth
the cost of admission
but you have to attend
as the sole exhibition
You’re the audience,
lead role, and critic
bored by the drama
engaged as a cynic
Directed by the subconscious
your character is formed
and you watch in horror
as you helplessly perform
The theatrics are not lacking
the drama is realistic
the storyline is tragic
and the plot is narcissistic
Amused by your pathetic role
but finding the humor cruel
you call an intermission
and refuse to play the fool
Concealed behind a curtain
you change costumes from your rack
demanding the director take a seat
as you lead your own comeback
Resuming the production
having changed all the narration
you curtsy when you end the show
and accept standing ovation
Thankful that it's over
you run towards the exit door
determined to escape the stage
and any chance of an encore
Out on the land of the Red Fox Farm
About 3 miles down, past the barn
There’s a girl sporting overalls and a ponytail
She’s headed to dream on her favorite hay bale
Climbing up on it ready to relax and lay back
With nothing around but a pond and an old shack
She’ll gaze at the clouds as she wonders and dreams
Listening to the wind and the trickling streams
Possibilities are endless, She can be whatever she chooses
In her mind no matter what she does, she never loses
Basketball Star, Astronaut, Fire Fighter, The President
Hopes are big, her will even bigger, this is evident
There’s wealth in money, wealth in self worth
Help other people, be a do-gooder on this earth
End starvation, poverty, make World peace a reality
Be an artist, a poet, make music her specialty
These are the dreams of one little girl
with determination she could change the world
She knew what to do to keep her dreams in sight
Stay in school, nothing good comes with out a fight
Work hard and be dedicated to what ever she may do
The way to succeed is to make education your glue
Now skip ahead and would you believe
That same little girl gave up, it’s hard to conceive
She had such promise, so much potential
I tell you this much what happened was incidental
Cause and effect, it happened like a ripple
Quit her dream and school, started drugs, it’s simple
Started to believe what all the people said
That it was too late she already made her bed
Those were the dreams , the dreams I once had
I know it’s hard to hear, but for me don’t be sad
I’ve learnt my lessons, I’ll make my own second chance
Don’t give up, make your own truth, and fear, don’t give a second glance
Keep walking
Pick up the pieces as you go
And fix them back on
Fill in the cracks of the broken heart
Check the beat and walk on
Look up and see the winding road
Look higher and watch the blue sky
Clenched fists and iron resolve
Step one, away from defeat
Step two, the Comeback
Step three and you’re free
“Dear maya”, he wrote, in his bunker somewhere remote
His mind wandered to her joyous smile, seperated as they were, by many a mile,
He penned what came to him instinctively, in a scrawly handwriting,”I miss you lovely”
He wrote about everything but not for long,he wanted to tell her he missed her singing their song.
He wrote about how his home did he miss,his bike, his school and his mother’s kiss
His brother’s dare, his sister’s care,
his eyes glittered as he put it all down,his dimpled cheeks twisted into a deep sad frown,
He wrote about how, of her everything reminded him, his eyes hesitantly filled to the brim,
The distance for a while didn’t his heart tear, oh what he’d give up to at her stare,
Her hand on his heart, never would he want to part;
But close by there was a deafening sound,he knew had to leave, he was duty bound,
He ended his letter;promised to see her soon, in this world of internet, to him letters were still the only boon.
Channel Tunnel
Mercedez Benz
You lied to me my girl
You have a child now
I cry now
Here I come back
Stand before you
Back to writing
All night long
Played games I did
Now I go for the first time to enjoy life
I go to a club
Get tipsy
Golden Chain
You don’t give a care girl
No worries
I will get tipsy
Until I pass out
I return
Once again
One more time
Big Ben
Mercedez Benz
I return from my solitude
To party
To get my new girl
You broke my heart girl
Evil snake
I cry, I cry forever.
I’LL GET EVERYTHING BACK