Best Delayed Poems
Upon revelation’s flight
Under Orion’s focus
I witness a fiery glow towards familiar horizons.
‘Tis no sunrise
It is a striking reality.
My saddened retinas witness monochromatic pitchforks,
Desolated screams,
Embellished declarations from misguided leaders
And self-made stallions riding into condescending sunsets
Without any earned punctuation to be taken seriously
A House of Eroded Representatives
A village of One
A village of souls
Pushing
Back
…
There was a home upon these well-worn landing strips.
This was my home.
But, these forged rooftops now taste
Withering, hurricane gusts of red velvet cake’s mold
Rusted nails forcibly detached from honored foundations
Unto egotistical coffins
The reality
Shining through meter-less corruptions
Comes full circle
Small doses of poisonous vendettas
Fed from tarnished, silver spoons
Echoes of Cuban Fidel
Lace elasticity of “open arms”
With onyx, unfiltered coffee drops
Coating infant’s petulant lip
Witnessing cotton-less sheep walking with listless fervor
Towards silenced, condemned “Noahs”
I signal pilot within my melancholic wisdoms
To redirect our flight
To a new horizon
To an unsheltered domain
Where even waterfalls still allow
Conducive verbiage to rise
Amongst the unabashedly meek
To a destination
Where stature is defined by all
Not by one
Where character
Is developed under accountabilities’ pen
Where high horses & curtained theatrics
Are the only victims of banned tomorrows
Where honor
Is still defined
Without deleted, impulsive banter
Where friendship,
Love,
Wisdom,
Memories,
Shine
…
Because
Things
Things are no longer the same
Things are no longer the same
Things are no longer the same.
©Drake J. Eszes
“And my ties are severed clean. The less I have, the more I gain. Off the beaten path, I reign.” –Wherever I may Roam by Metallica (my lifelong song)
Categories:
delayed, life, people, slam,
Form:
Free verse
For a quarter
of a hundred years
We waited
hidden.
Others losing heart.
We listened
blending
Others died.
We listened
motionless
We learnt all there is
and more
Till our hairs greyed and fell
We waited
invisible.
Living among spiders.
Then the forth came,
Chosen,
The boy
Gave us a fighting chance
Giving us,
The only hope we had
He saw the road
Turned us into hungry lions,
launched
An irresistible pride unto ourselves,
And wise humility.
Categories:
delayed, hero, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
I always have
Delayed reactions-
I'm just a little
Too innocent,
Get the joke just
A little too late-
He was a joke
I understood
Just a little
Too late;
The punch line
Was me falling
For him-
The punch line
Was the first time
He kissed me-
The punch line
Was when he said
"I don't have time
For you..."
The punch line
Was him having
Two girls at once,
Because
The punch line
Was every time
He said "I love you"-
I didn't get the joke,
So I guess it's
My own fault,
For making him
Have to explain
He wasn't serious.
But even now,
I'm still kinda stuck
In that awkward
Silence-
The one between
The joke and the
Delayed reaction...
I'm still not sure
If I'm supposed to
Laugh or cry...
Categories:
delayed, love,
Form:
Free verse
Yes? You may call it cliché,
This song or cry of love,
Its desperate and dark petals
Falling as the year bleeds out
To frost. The leaves dried or dying,
Thus to be described in crisp
Expected terms as “gold display”
Or “copper-bronze” and you
Would have me wait, you say,
Until another Spring, although
My question’s sown for answering.
Categories:
delayed, autumn, hope, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Spring Was Delayed
by Michael R. Burch
Winter came early:
the driving snows,
the delicate frosts
that crystallize
all we forget
or refuse to know,
all we regret
that makes us wise.
Spring was delayed:
the nubile rose,
the tentative sun,
the wind’s soft sighs,
all we omit
or refuse to show,
whatever we shield
behind guarded eyes.
Originally published by Borderless Journal
Categories:
delayed, allegory, allusion, analogy, bereavement,
Form:
Rhyme
Curses have been placed on me for no reason at all
I feel like humpty dumpty who sat on the wall and had a great fall
The enemy seek to devour me whole
Over my life, the enemy wants total control
Feel like my skull has been banged against a brick wall like a crash dummy
When I am in public, people just stare at me
Mistaken me as a foreigner that has migrated from another country
I want all the things back that has been taken from me
So many good things are due to me at this present time
So much beyond my imagination and I will be awarded for my crying
For the hurts, pain, disappointments, and heartaches, someone must pay
Who is man to number my days
I rebuke the curses that plan to overtake me
For the blessings stored up, release them 7 fold and I receive
At first, it didn't look like the blessings were coming- I cried and cried
For joy comes in the morning, the blessings are just delayed, not denied
Categories:
delayed, faith, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
BP explosion;
livelihoods devastated--
claim payments delayed
Categories:
delayed, angst, business, depression, loss,
Form:
Haiku
Be not late which may lead to defeat
Be in time to meet the arising occasion
At the right time if you take your seat
You will be admired in your profession
All your duties, if you punctually complete
You will get congratulation and promotion
That one who is always in life damn late
Will get only loss arranged by the fate
I bet that such losses open Hell's gate
Prepare with true care well in advance
Take all the needed steps one by one
Soon respond and miss not a chance
Only speedy actions have finally won
Your talent, punctuality will enhance
Be dutiful and helpful like the holy Sun.
Categories:
delayed, care, loss, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Love Delayed
Who could have known?
The pattern of life was already here.
Hot and cold in its earthliness.
It only required us to find our willingness
On a simple classroom first-glance,
Even as neither was looking for the other.
There…
In a small learning room no one would remember,
Given its utility plainness,
That place where you might have lost your way,
Save for the invisible aura finding purchase
In my psyche that was to reveal itself
At a later date.
Perhaps…
It was then that we both heard synergism reaching,
The sound of muted longing,
Like an hourglass whose means of clocking intervals had halted,
The salty tears of lost time causing life to harden
Until that moment
When quiet arresting of awareness
Had no choice
But to chance another flow.
Later…
Between distant geographies of being,
We merged our words into visions of mutual respect
Forged later with touches of inner unity
Into an even later sunlit afternoon of bonding amidst friends,
Where we reached modestly for infinity,
Becoming independently one,
All while Love’s late arrival
Held tight our hands
As we made good
Our once invisible auras
Held invincible within.
Categories:
delayed, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sipping formaldehyde with medical hype
A lab coat cloaked sterile destiny
Balding with bare hands to compute
Imprinting watery vitality to a blue tooth
Chip sensor, genetic desire plunges
Closeted towards strapped hardwired control
Engineers veer deaths machination icons
As chirping screens bleat out information barriers
To pass through fat nurses and white hallways
The delayed security of death
Categories:
delayed, death, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
I didn’t aim to seem
So heartlessly so mean
But you have to try and understand
That when you’ve been hurt so often by a man
You find it hard to sit and trust
That something could be more than just lust
You have to deal with me and try to accept
As I try to deal with the way you just crept
Your way into this heart of mine
With an unfortunate lack of time
Between the wrecking blasts
The ones that seem to lambaste
My very recognition of existence
Can’t you see why I keep my distance?
It’s not you, but it’s not me either.
(Though I do grow so weary of always taking a breather.)
It’s just all these men, no, boys.
The one who act like children with new toys.
Something’s just great when it’s shiny and filled with glory.
But as it dulls with time it grows boring.
And they throw them away like three-day-old bread.
And no objection is ever to be said.
So you have to understand why I retreat with such objection.
I just can’t handle one more delayed rejection.
Categories:
delayed, angst, hope, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
Coldest mountains, sharpest peaks
Lonely, quiet there does lie
A better end it still seeks
Body under light blue sky
Its corpse has flown far and wide
Glassy eyes and foggy skin
Tumbling through river tide
None are there, no next of kin
The valley has mountain walls
Forever trapped, a ravine
So far down, echoing calls
None can hear his shadow scream
Water cold, it runs solid
Spirit wanders far away
Body kept almost flawless
Tired corpse is here to stay
Freezing water so no decay
Slowly comes the summer melt
Maggots gnaw his hope away
Hardened face begins to welt
Winters coming fast again
Who he was, none can tell
Here a hiker now and then
Body, now, just a symbol
Only few pay respects
Helping others escape his fate
Tourists, with different dialects
Though for him it’s much too late
Till this day the cold has trapped
Valley, his coffin he’s made
In a mountain, quite unmapped
A man, but only half decayed
Categories:
delayed, adventure, change, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Small Talk Delayed
David J Walker
The days dawn falling in
Uncertain brokenness
Strangeness
came in waves
of multicolored
Cool sunrays
Nothing would be the same
He said
But nothing ever is
Instead
Of small talk delayed
The gardener went about
his business
Pruning the garden
Categories:
delayed, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme
I take you with me where I go
Your carriage is my heart aglow
You ride inside in comfy rooms
My love and my affection blooms
I take you out when I arrive
When I'm with you I come alive
Your troubadour, the red guitar
Wants his bluebird near, not far
I've loved you now for many years
I knew I did I just denied
That it was real, I had my fears
But kept them tucked away inside
I don't deny it anymore
I just enjoy the fact it's you
Who has become my treasure store
A jewel whom no one can outdo
Categories:
delayed, for her, i love
Form:
Rhyme
He is hallowed, humble, intelligent, smart and loyal..
Dark skin tall handsome and vocal with vitality rigour and vim to conquer.. He is enthusiastic articulated and ambitious
His father died in the 90s his pretty old sick mother is his prayers.
Luck smile not!!
They strive to make a living
Hardships punches them so hard that they lament..
Poverty sting like a scorpion bite with a venomous intense
Life's tumble doesn't give the young man the opportunities to explore..
Mother's cry
Tears dropped
Success seems impossible
Unbearable pains insipid
He wish to die and be rememberd not.. He cursed his birth and ask God questions..
He exclaimed!!
Financial stability is a priority for all, money give peace and poverty brings agony..
Several years gone by illegal opportunities down the line he refuses the offers He believed in Messiah who saved the dying race, scriptures is his dailybread..
He called God severally his face dimmed his voice inaudible
People criticize!
People laughed at his struggles
His lineage believed to be poor
Lack cursed their DNA
People cast down his name and term him unyieldly..
Now!!!!
God blesses his coast with superfluous financies
His endless struggle is chained
Poverty cleanse
Wealth acquired
His mother's rejoice
Relatives ashamed
Enemies bittered
God delayed but he answered
Trust in his process.
Categories:
delayed, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse