Best Double Back Poems
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
double back, day, halloween, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Black lips vibrating for the right mix
Black lips kiss with a passion, Black fistfight for our past and future sons
bloodshed lies spilled
Black lips start to peel
slaving for a meal, time standing still, life flying by
black lips begin to cry, no more lies, no more corrupt minds
Cut all ties with evil spines, attempting to take the soul of the Black lips, with a quick fix
gripping tight on the crucifix
hundreds of years running
hundreds of years of being a fugitive, accused of living Black, black Lips Start To fight Back
Activist, these Lips Never Fall back
These Lips were in Defense, and Now It's Time to Attack
never double back to slavery
black lips keep the bravery
Are some going to hell? maybe, you cannot save all beings
it's human nature, even though God Created everything
Going through the struggle
black lips start to sing
I'm blessed in the name of the King, All Through Summer, Winter, Fall, and Spring.
I Will Sing
"I'm Blessed."
Categories:
double back, black african american, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
Some day
One day
How about today?
Let all that is you
Dance to the rhythm of your soul
Indulge in some soul sessions
Whatever they might be
Acknowledge who you are in this moment
Pretty, afraid or even anxious
About anything and everything
Don't double back on what you feel
There is enough doubt going around
Try not to put on the dress of insecurity today
Give yourself that downtime
To recoup - leave indecision at the door
©wilmaneels
©07062020
Categories:
double back, introspection, life, self,
Form:
Free verse
An ant was dragging an insect,
At least 3 times its size.
Though desiccated, still it seemed
Like quite a lucky prize.
I watched its steady progress -
It would heave a bit and stop,
Hurry forth without its burden,
Double back where it did drop.
Other ants passed by, ignoring
All the effort being made,
On their journeys through the grass
As part of some unknown crusade.
Just like humans, who don’t notice
Someone doing all the work
While they play at being busy
Since it’s easier to shirk.
Categories:
double back, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.
He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.
Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.
As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"
Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.
They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.
He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.
As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."
Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.
Cile Beer
written l998 Cile Beer
Categories:
double back, children,
Form:
When on the path of poetry I tread,
I rarely know the scenery I’ll find.
I hear a bird that sings inside my head
and measures steps iambic in my mind.
At times it seems a mountain that I climb.
I work but do not sweat. . . it’s more like play!
And each five steps I take, a word must rhyme
with one that’s ten feet farther on my way.
Although I often plod, I hate to rest;
I follow where sweet bird is wont to go
and often double back while on my quest
to find each turn of phrase most apropos.
But, oh, that words to match her melody
would come as swiftly as her song to me!
for the Which is your favorite poem form? Poetry Contest
Categories:
double back, writing,
Form:
Sonnet
Several days of agony;
Last night...almost doubled up.
Moaning in pain.
Even through pain killers.
Phoned dentist: Appt. at 2.40...
Timed it badly.
Started out; it was raining.
Had to double back and change.
Was almost late. Put on anorak.
Stuffed shoes in rugby shirt;
In bag. Wore cap.
Took cheque book.
Change of trousers.
Mine got drenched.
Changed there.
Young guy thought I was crazy.
I stripped the anorak.
Went in; waited.
The dentist poked around
and touched decay.
It was so painful; I cried out.
He went to work.
He temporarily filled it.
I was exhilarated.
(Based on diary notes made March 2013).
Categories:
double back, clothes, crazy, cry, day,
Form:
Free verse
To contemplate nothing with something, a Sisyphean task
The mind’s paths, like Escher’s roads, simply double back
To land again in somethingness, explanations lack
Yet our deeper selves know profoundly the nothingness
It’s the void that fills up magically with a loved one’s kiss
5/3/16
Categories:
double back, love, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
You love to double dare,
double down
Raise the stakes and double the bet
You love to double dip,
double back
Lower the cage and shark bite thru the double mesh net
The risk of getting caught
is part of doing the crime
But you don’t care about doing the time
You love to run in the shadows,
dark places where there ain’t no sunshine
You’re one double-hearted soul
with a double mind
Cheshire grinning to yourself,
you say: look what the cat caught,
look what the dog hid
You’re so evil,
so double minded
Joker laughing to yourself,
you say: see what the marked cards bought,
see what the fake bluff bid
You’re so devilish,
so double minded
Corrupting souls and selling them into sin,
buying their integrity and then profiting
But one day, you’re gonna try to stretch your
double mind into a triple
*** ... poisoned milk bottle
Lying lips sucking the death nipple
Then you realize too late,
your boss, the Devil got a single mind
He been wanting to kill you for a long time
They said:
you were drop dead beautiful
at the funeral home
Rumor spread:
when your face hit the plate,
from the doubledecker arsenic-laced burger that you ate,
how ironic was your fate
Your suffering, scorned double-insured wife,
convenient love of your double agent life,
did your double mind in with a double cross
And in doing so,
she earned a double bonus from your boss
Your double-fanged, black widow wife
bit you with a double dose poison surprise
And her double helixes, they got wiped clean,
when all the evidence vanished from the murder scene
At your coffin,
she gave your lips a doublemint kiss,
and gave her heart a double tap with the fist
She don’t have to double over anymore
from your double-barreled gut punch lies,
now that she gave you
the big sleep, double indemnity goodbye
Eulogy slammed your memory hard
... yes she did
Plucked flowers from the graveyard,
put it on your coffin lid
Hell is glad getting you on the underground grid
You’re so devilish,
so double minded
Categories:
double back, evil, imagery, parody, word
Form:
Rhyme
It could only happen, Mandy
to a jokester such as you,
that a mix-up in your birthday
lets you pick your choice of two.
Wear double birthdays as a necklace,
to enhance your lovely face
or each one as bright flower
in an everlasting vase.
May all your days be filled with
happiness
and loved ones all surround.
May the joy you give to others
double back in big rebound.
With much love,
Joyce
Categories:
double back, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows on lipstick
The pink is turning gray
Flakes in the corners
But I still have to pay
She said she was the best
Not ten years long ago
I’d pay double back then
But I don’t want to love her
I just want to talk
She seems disappointed
To the point of being insulted
I say it’s not your body
Though it’s not as young as it could be
The tattoos don’t both me
Not even the rosary
I try to explain I need companionship
She says “Well then get a dog”
I can’t argue with her there but they can’t discuss
Rembrandt, but then again neither can she
So what am I doing here in the Elvis Suite in Vegas
With a $300 hooker I picked up at the MGM Grand?
I was lonely for companionship I needed to feel a connection
To feel as if I could laugh with someone and share my inner soul
Boy was I sucker, a hayseed, a water boy on the bench.
Naïve doesn’t do just to my stupidity.
Well I tried to talk about poetry, politics, anything to get a rise
But her interest was about the money and the ride.
I told her she’d get paid no matter what we did.
And she said, “Listen kid if we aren’t gong to do anything then just
Hand over the jack and I’ll be on my way.”
Well talking was nothing and I handed her the doe.
She smiled and laughed and told me she had a degree in philosophy
And would love to spend some time with me just not on the clock.
You see it takes a whole night to discuss Plato and only a moment to have a ball.
Categories:
double back, business, confusion, desire, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
WOULDN’T IT BE NICE
You’re walking near the run-down end of downtown
And you see an old woman selling flowers, hand-picked, maybe worthless weeds,
Or rejects from an uptown florist’s, or stolen from a park someplace;
And she offers some to you and you ignore her as if she didn’t exist - and keep walking.
Naturally enough.
Then ten paces later you realise it was your own mother
Who you haven’t seen for twenty years.
So you double back incredulously cos last time you saw her she and dad
Were living retired in a small apartment in a nice district and all was ok.
Without a word you put an arm around her and whisk her into the seat of your car
And drive her to your own home, sit her down and give her some coffee,
And help her put her feet up on the sofa:
Arm around her grubby coat shoulder, you listen as she tells you how dad died
And the pension fund collapsed and then she ended up on the street selling
Third rate flowers to pay the rent on some tiny damp squat in the projects.
You tell her her days in that squat are over, and her flower slave-business is finished,
And that she will from now on live with you and you will look after her;
And how you are so horrified about what has happened to her since you last saw her.
She sleeps that night on clean sheets In a warm dry bedroom,
After a late night supper with you.
And her life begins again.
Wouldn’t it be nice? It’s the way it should be....absolutely.
Trouble is, that old flower seller isn’t your mother.
And you keep walking. Naturally enough.
Her own son is drunk somewhere, or living it up in Vegas.
She’s his mother, but she isn’t going to be miraculously found.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you were her son?
Yes, absolutely it would be nice.
Categories:
double back, miracle,
Form:
Prose Poetry
No matter what is taken away,
God doubles back with much repay!
Categories:
double back, blessing, cheer up, christian,
Form:
Footle
How do we know when we're too far lost to double-back?
Left with the realization, that we may suddenly lose it all.
We constantly seek perfection, even when perfectly content.
Our interests that devoured hours, abandoned in mere seconds.
Emotions, once life-changing, suddenly and silent, fade away.
The strongest attractions, too waiver, needing to be replaced.
Even the fiery love within our hearts, can suddenly self-extinguish.
Our futures are unknown, regardless of our hopes and dreams.
We plan and schedule, tasks to comfort our feeble minds.
Providing a false security, in the continuation of our existence.
Ignorant, we believe, we possess any control over our life.
Our lives remain forever constant, in a state of unrest.
Only a few humans, will venture down the enlightened path.
Allowing life's unpredictable nature, to set our souls free.
The greatest blessing, simply to awaken each new day.
Demanding the freedom, to live our lives, as we so choose.
The majority remains in denial, unwilling to accept the truth.
They make life's uncertainty, the foundation of their suffering.
Even fearing the consequences, of enjoying their human desires.
Unable to accept reality, they choose the bliss of ignorance.
Submitting their only true freedom, to a puppet master's control.
Their only comfort, knowing where, in society they neatly belong.
Categories:
double back, destiny, humanity, meaningful, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Questions in Monologue
The roads getting rough
Twisting and spurning
Got some fuel left
But is it enough?
Should I double back?
Should I carry on?
Leave the path completely?
Or just break down?
Stretching my legs for the long walk
To get back from where I came
With holes in the souls of my shoes
I traverse all the greys and the blues in your name
And though I explore every street and spectrum
It’s just never the same..
Will our paths ever cross again?
I wonder which road you’re on
Which way should I walk?
What would we do if we should stumble upon?
Could we even talk?
Sometimes I have to ask
If knowing each other is such a task
Maybe our paths never even crossed at all..
Categories:
double back, confusion, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme