Best Draw Back Poems
Wrapped in your smile,I saw the golden light
As if a hidden world our love revealed
Our spirits touched, our sorrows pushed to flight
In that space, our worries did not bite
The trees were shelter, losses were each healed
Wrapped in your holy smile,I saw the light
Do you learn there is a second sight
From heart and soul , the golden bells shall peal
Where spirits touch ,where sorrows quickly fly
And who but you would see my inner plight
Would know the false from what is right and real
Wrapped in your smile,I felt warm golden light
No army with its metal and its might
Can win the final war , love conquers steel
As spirits touch ,as sorrows say goodbye
I know it’s hard to learn what others feel
And not draw back from grief, from loss revealed
Wrapped in your holy smile ,O golden light
Our spirits touch, our eyes weep their delight
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Categories:
draw back, devotion, inspirational love, introspection,
Form:
Villanelle
Once upon a time, a dream was a dream.
locked up in my mind, left cold and unseen.
Years have passed many a moon,
night-n-gales whistled many a tune.
...and the stars swing low through the midnight glow
...and the angel sings as she folds her wings
...and all these memories draw back these dreams.
Some of new and some of old,
some of coals and some of gold.
The work, the play of each new day,
The sun that sparkles or the clouds of gray.
Who knew that dreams come when you pray?
From the first breath to the last breath,
and the ones in between
bring you lines of joy
like the sweet wine that is aging.
My maker says "reason" with me,
He has called me out by name.
Leading me where there is no sorrow,
brining me home where there is no pain.
Categories:
draw back, inspirational, uplifting, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
My antidote to the venom
My smile behind the pain
My hope beyond despair
A Family beyond compare
Cliff they’ll climb for me to bliss
Never tired and never failed
But ‘cause of my stone head
Their heart reached by Blade
Lessons learned I nailed in my head
To close the wound I have created
To draw back smile that I’ve erased
And to utopia I’ll be the seed and head
Categories:
draw back, family,
Form:
Free verse
Draw back the drapes of those tenebrous clouds
for my eyes desire a glimmer of the pallid moon.
Sullen shadows of night, her beauty enshrouds.
Covering her faint glow is a sin, I dare impugn.
Lustrous is her light when emerged in the night,
as pale as the alabaster skin of my love's cheek.
A pearl in the sky. Passion's flame she will ignite,
reflected across waters in an aura of mystique.
Without the moon, my soul would mourn, bereft.
Her splendor worthy of lyrics written in musical bars.
I would write a sonnet for her if my hand was deft.
Even though her hue is wan, she outshines stars.
I'll not weep for the moon while her light wanes.
I'm aware that it's just a phase, and soon will pass.
Then, comes the time when her luminance reigns
and billowed nimbus will turn aside for her. Alas!
If overcast shadows choose to darken the skies
let them do so to offer shade from the sun's heat,
but never allow them to conceal from my eyes
the trysting place where the pale moon and I meet.
July 22, 2022
One In Five 2 Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Phrase 4
Categories:
draw back, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
This pill that make me sleep and takes away my dreams.
It keeps my thoughts and leaves me disesteemed.
Who doth have these rights,
To take away my starry nights?
When the morning wakes it is just about certain,
Hopes are lost as I draw back my curtain.
Just one pill that reels
My reflections it always steals.
I procrastinate and take it purposely late.
Avoidance cannot protect me from fate.
It mocks me each time,
I hear the bells on the clock chime.
Begrudgingly, I swallow the damn' tablet down,
Then sullenly slip into my nightgown.
"Do not go to sleep,"
I ruminate, "These are my sheep!"
Categories:
draw back, anxiety, dream, drug, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
I awake to the sound of birds chatter.
I know a new day has begun.
I draw back the curtains,
Look out on the world
And joyfully welcome the sun.
The majestic trees are gently swaying
As the wind softly rustles through.
All of the Earth is ablaze
With the colours of summer.
And the sky is a picturesque hue.
I drink in all this beauty of creation
That is there in attendance for me;
And I greet the day
With my heart in tune
With nature’s symphony.
Categories:
draw back, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
I . . .
will draw back the curtains,
that hide what dwells beyond my sigh;
deep within where I keep the truth in,
for, past my beautiful disguise;
there is a heart and soul that weeps and cries !
I must and I will- see my heart and soul free . . .
LORD, how do I rid the debris?
Oh, do you hold that special key (?)
for, past my beautiful disguise;
there is a heart and soul that weeps and cries !
I taste the dark tears of my pain,
and I am torn apart inside;
my wish is break the chain,
where, I mourn all who have died;
for, past my beautiful disguise
there is a heart and soul that weeps and cries !
Oh, look into the window for my heart and soul;
do I have a chance LORD- to ever be whole?
my prayer to you- is to fly high before I die . . .
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December 21, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Pulling Back the Curtains
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 1315-539-21
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Curtains Of Your Soul
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 12/26/20
First Place
Categories:
draw back, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Why love and never love again
Tears reach down and drown out memory
My heart pulled down and out in tidal forces
Raw feelings cause trembling on the lakes sad reaches
Ripplings of waves cause no relief this day
Death. It is a start to end a friendship
It starts within the bones of marrow emptiness
I draw back my bow with fire from my soul to tip of arrow
Release the flame to the funeral raft of straw and branches
To send my sweet love off to her eternity without me
Quicksand becomes me in that instance
Who could have a more sinking soul
Then to send my sweet love off
Just off shore in a funeral raft of straw in flames
Incendiary baron world surrounds us
In lighted night to burn my loves last remains
Last hopes, remnants of a passion that burns out
Brings me lower to sorrow no man needs to know
She burns down then sinks beneath the somber waves
Gray are the ashes floating with all lost souls
Caused from some disease that caused this fatal end
Unfolding life, floating ashes on the wind begin
There is no place called home
Grief is the only life I know. It is my own
I call it mine to the end of time and cry
As she is gone and so am I in life's short passing
God gave me eyes to watch her slowly go
I just don’t know why life which is so beautiful
Must end and why...Why my love must die
Authors note: I wanted to submit this poem for the Funeral Poetry Contest Deadline: Sunday, July 21, 2019 but 99 poems of the maximum 100 allowed have been entered and it looks like it is closed out already. I'm still posting it here for your reading pleasure, even though it may not be all that pleasurable.
Categories:
draw back, dark, death, fire, funeral,
Form:
Free verse
Pontius Pilate has washed his hands his mind and heart hoping to erase the true face of Christ
The mob screams louder "Crucify Him" with their fist raised high for they only see
blaspheme and sin
The angels in heaven singing a sad hymn and weeping while the son of God makes
his last stand
Before his people uttering no words of demand only speaking the truth
" I am the Messiah" the savor for all man
His body is weak the number unknown with each strike of the whip upon
his bare back
The sound of the hissing as it flies threw the air giving a thunderous crack
as men draw back
Guards in tow down the lonely road he must walk carrying the cross and dropping
to his knees from pain and exhaust
They show him no form of grace or dignity only rage and sneers of words
as they lift their swords
He reaches Calvary his journey to end here on earth but to witness the rebirth
he will give to all men
Upon the cross with a spike in hand they nail his feet and both hands to the Dogwood
tree who for evermore will show blood upon it's flower buds
Even though he has been mocked, scorned and tortured at the height of his suffering his love will always prevail
Asking his Father to forgive them his last words "It is done" as his head bows low
his sprit now gone to his Father up above
Always stand strong in your faith and carry your cross for by his grace in all he
has embraced a love to every human race!
3/22/2015 contest sponsored by: Isaiah Zerbst
T Reams 2nd Place
Categories:
draw back, betrayal, faith, forgiveness, god,
Form:
Free verse
Your hands
in my hands
soft yet firm
moving
squeezing
stroking
insistent
demanding.
Speaking a
half-remembered
language
to which
I instantly respond.
Yet I draw back
at a line,
I can not cross.
Lips mouthing
tender regrets
while our hands
keep talking.
I remember clearly
the ring
in your navel,
but the one
in my pocket
held us apart.
Categories:
draw back, language,
Form:
Free verse
I recall your virgin blossom:
How you thrilled me,
With your naked potential
Wrapped around me,
As I embedded all of me, in you,
In your sacred receptacle,
In the depth of you,
Gasping on the verge of inception,
At the very ache of it!
I had to behold you.
To possess you; I alone,
To draw back the raiment that closeted your perfection
And jealously guide you into the world of men.
Not yet for them. Not quite yet. Not then,
When there was only you and I,
When you were all of mine, my precious;
Until now, that you have become, my poetry.
Categories:
draw back, analogy, creation, poetry,
Form:
stars,
above swirling dark,
in sky drained of color,
below,
sprawling Asia,
spread out in a carpet,
of billboards and humanity.
watching it all from the world's largest tower,
feeling like a king in a secondhand sky,
now walking among streets, stalls, and stooped shoulders,
inhaling foreign vapors.
smoke from cheap cigarettes drift down,
to mingle with scents from open gutters,
fecund and flowing,
past medicine shops of tiger teeth,
and ginseng root.
stopping at a rusted fence,
marking neglected graves tilted,
borders to a rotting mansion,
colonial memories of plague and accident.
further on, the well lit ship,
clean and efficient,
up the gangway to the duty,
crisp in his ice cream suit,
down to the well deck,
amber lit and heavy in humid air,
peering down at armored beetles,
emitting odors of oil and exhaust,
cordite and purpose,
and briefly catch a sad sentiment,
fluttered in night air above,
of what was and what could be,
lost in blood, power and tribal lust,
our racial fait accompli,
and draw back from thoughts such as these,
and let it fly away.
Categories:
draw back, sad, war,
Form:
Prose
My anticipation mounting as I walk into the lobby
A trip to the theatre is my greatest love, my hobby
With feelings of great wonder and excitement overflowing
For only a calamity can really stop me going
With my expectations rising, well it isn’t so surprising
I am soaking up the auras of the souls long gone before us
Moving to the auditorium an usher guides me to my seat
I sit down slowly, looking forward to this special treat
The curtains looking sumptuous, rich and velvet, long and red
I await for them to part to see the magic that’s ahead
The excitement it is palpable, sends shivers down my spine
The curtains draw back slowly and the spotlight starts to shine
Clad in Japanese kimonos players enter from stage right
As a travelling musician plays his songs into the night
For he’s in love with Yum Yum and his name is Nanki Poo
For the son of the Mikado this betrothal is taboo
The music becomes louder, my heart it beats so fast
As the show begins and transports me way back into the past
But all too soon the end is nigh, the audience still on a high
Joyous and exuberant and sad they have to say goodbye
Returning to the stage Players bowing one by one
Audience cheering loudly for the fine work they have done
I stand and clap and share with them my great appreciation
Wondering how they feel about our mutual admiration
An Actor’s life, it surely has to be a dream come true
It also has to be the hardest thing for one to do
For witnessing an Actor at the peak of their career
Is the ideal way to spend a day, the perfect panacea
written 8th September 2017
9th May 2021
Contest Name The Audience Falls Silent
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
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8th October 2020
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Categories:
draw back, appreciation, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
I think Cupid must be missing his target.
Desirable women appear to be harder to get.
Little guy, after you draw back your bow,
the arrow must travel straight when you let it go.
There, you have missed another one for me.
Why has this been posing you some difficulty?
Do you require additional lessons in archery?
Take all of your arrows and shoot them through the air.
Let that cute one over there know that I care.
Hit a bull’s eye over there for me.
If not, I will have to go to E-Harmony.
Categories:
draw back, funny, holiday, love
Form:
Rhyme
Murder was the show
And Monday was the goal
Mid night,
strangers passing by
The scene is set,
So I gaze at the moon
Call me moon gazer,
Following my foot steps
To Hiding in the forests
All for Gathering trees
This is weird like my long legs,
So I draw back
To counter attack,
Like my opponent has plans
Like I have a vision
Like this situation lets to some conclusion,
Well this just the body
The start, of the whole story
As the moon light,
So I focus on the uncovered mystery
Like stars’ shine,
I guess that's the calling,
Witnessing death,
Man all the pain
Like simmy had it all before the rain
Now Gee's reigning so we all feel the ruins,
The power of change
In life it's all about chance,
Mondays the start,
Friday is so far
Like Sundays are cool
And its Monday again, what a drag!
The design of days,
The catholic order
The whole eastern take over,
So we live in a religious system
But we be dying like its Satan's game,
We are living in the diary written by ancient folks,
Everyone plays a part like everyone is a character
Your life is just a sentence to this whole story,
If you don't live a paragraph long you be sentenced to hell,
So we all pray like we all want to be in the new chapter
The new world order,
The fiction we living in and this is just part of the story,
The whole untold mysteries will unfold
And we'll fall like dominos
Like the extinction of dinosaurs,
But this is just evolution
The whole alien plan
The anunnaki breeding program
So we all are experiments,
Humanoid hybrids to cloning,
The whole abomination
This is the design of humans,
So we form nations
To regimes, contemplating a rebellion
So we unite as a state to fighting the state
So it’s a case battle that no one will win
Just genocide so we all are erased and
that's the conclusion leading to the end.
Categories:
draw back, deep, destiny, earth, life,
Form:
Free verse