Best Curtain Call Poems
Who knew the exact time and how
The day came for my play's final bow?
The span was compact
I ran for just one act
The encore - now as sacred cow
I take a bow, because the show is at its end. I look at all the faces, staring back at me, their judgments have no end. They think they know me, from the performance that I just gave. But what they know is nothing. They have no idea what hides beneath my hazel eyes. Was this the truth, or is it all lies? So I smile, and let them judge. Assume the worst. They won’t be the last, and they weren’t the first. What they think, doesn’t matter to me at all… so I turn my back on them. Curtain call.
Between the curtains
I stand, my hands together
Brown like a clay dove
A messenger they
Hold my letter to you written
In scratchy black ink
Trostsky. These flowers
Piled into a sleepy mound
Pink, yellow and peach
These flowers are like
Our love, no longer alive
But no less lovely
I blossomed beneath
your steady blue gaze searching
for an answer to
For an answer to
lifes many big questions I
hope you've found answers
This is our farewll
The velvet curtain closes
Love. Always. Frida.
* Haiku based on "Between the curtains", a painting by Frida Khalo
Last curtain call..
We don't belong together, we never really did.
When I am around you I don't feel like the kid i once did.
I say this with a tear in my eye and a sigh in my heart but now is the time we must part.
I gave you the key to my heart and you just put yours away,
I sat there and waited for a love that was never meant to come my way.
I love you deeply and that's why it hurts me so to say good bye to a lover but now i must
stray,
So with this tear in my eye and the blood on the walls killing you was my last curtain call.
Deborah Olson
Maple trees on both sides of Nineteenth Street
closed down the evening sky.
In a slight uncovered slice a single star
was made to burn the brighter
by this focusing framework.
I wonder, were your drapes drawn not quite tight
to burn your beauty on the night?
My ink is running dry
and I want to cry.
My muse isn't well
only time can tell.
It is on life support
all plans must abort.
Alexis Y.
08/22/2021
In fiery
chaos
flames flick
toward
things
the
heat in
my heart
harkens
memories
to bring.
Winter white
jacket
my
son
loved
so much
it's been
eight years
since it felt
his touch.
My moms garnet
she wore
on her hand
an empty
circle
now silent
gold
band.
My favorite
stuffed bear
with the
hole in
his
gut
and nose
chewed off
by my
childhood mutt.
The certificate
to prove
I entered
this life
yet amiss
and
burned
is the suffer
and strife.
Oversized
wretched purse
that
collects
the stuff
my shoulder
cries out
enough
enough!
The journal
to witness
Gods
goodness
to me
an heirloom
the promise
my family
tree.
Eyeglasses
behold
the beckoning
blaze
bow
with the
curtain
continue
lifes'
maze.
Stage of seasons change
Aglow summer takes last bow
Fall mimics her smile
I will get a gin and tonic
Functional* alcoholic
Hello, my name is Adam
I am living like a fallen angel
****-faced--
My heart is misplaced
These vices, devices fall upon me
[Into an ocean of choler]
I am almost human
Sliding carefully towards depravity
With the ghost of my conscience:
My aspiration is in the rear-view-mirror--
Yet, I forget my reflection
So, cordial and kind
Each morning, I remember:
I'm a funkshunal alkahawlic...
We marvel as the seasons change each year
When poets rush to spill their colored ink
Though each has much to offer, it's quite clear,
For me, I like to watch the autumn prink
When leaves begin to change, she gently weeps
Soft tears of fall, that stain her leafy frill
She toils to leave her mark before she sleeps
As death draws near her breath takes on a chill
Rust colored needles scatter in the wind
Which leaves the pines a darker shade of green
The trees, half naked, somehow seem to blend
Until their nakedness becomes obscene
Though spring has beauty, I prefer the fall
I like to think spring takes a curtain call.
Daniel Turner
11/10/2023
Revelation
As I began to write, my mind paces back and forth;
With comprehension comes thoughts of discernment, henceforth;
Vivid pictures of togetherness, flashes before my eyes;
An epiphany reminds one "blindness was unwise";
Through ignorance we misconstrue intentions of sincerity;
As I reminisce, your touch was truly a rarity:
From here on, sweet love and care is the way onwards
No more fights, romance shall be straightforward;
Visions of you and I, so crystal clear;
Your unconditional love visible through a tear;
Through endless worries i can feel your pain;
Try to understand, we ain't all the same;
The only girl in the world, my expression to you;
Dreams of eternity nothing more than true;
To your hearts content, I will please you like no other, my way;
Talking, holding or loving you each and every day;
Actions speak louder than words so here I am on bended knees;
I pop the question with a nerve raking please;
These aren't just words nor is it flirtation;
Baby girl, forever more as my wife is the revelation;
By HF
Written: August 2011
Curtain Call
Musings on more than a decade of retirement;
no report card scribble: ‘could’ve done better’.
Old put-downs, praise, blame, and shame,
all the same now. Nothing would jolt
the diurnal cadence of living and ageing.
Riding the bike, dip in the sea, few lengths in the pool
bringing wayward blood-sugar back to heel.
No excess, or excuse needed, for a glass or two with friends.
Eye-sight, reflexes, tested and judged
more than adequate for driving around
hoping to return before dark - unless, to pick up
or drop off family and friends at the airport –
not forgetting the local fiesta, musical show, flamenco night,
costing next to nothing.
Life’s purpose affirmed in every trivial act
presages loud hosannas before the curtain falls.
With Charles as their King-to-Be
~ It's curtains for the 'Royal' Family
death is the final curtain
for a drama done
opening with birth and
going through
several acts of life
take your bows now
for only your stand-ins
will be at the curtain call
and you will not be there
to read the reviews
so write your reviews now
and play them in each role
and each act with skill
for only the play
will appear the final fact.
I flee from the reality of self
In blind attempt at being self-less
Confronting an enlightened self-interest.
I have stepped into the shadows
Allowed them the spotlights curse
of cheers and boos of curtain calls.
Suppress the urge to take the stage
Permit them praise, and failures fury
Deny them not their bloodied glory.
I do it not for them but self
To touch the hem of passing whim
In closing act of one-night stand.
John G. Lawless
©3/30/3023