Best Left Behind Poems
Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways of smog and smut
“Live over the brush”* branded a sl*t,
silhouettes infringe the darkest night
gullible back shift broke the morning light.
Adventurous nights at “Townhead Mill”
eight pints of beer the back porch thrill,
when no meant yes in rapturous skill
to fumigated music from “Nashville.”
Obnoxious libertine this bread man
bay curtain drawn delivery van,
the situation conspired indiscretion
clinical the world’s oldest profession.
Sporting gentlemen in summer bliss
caught first ball costly night on the piss,
pavilion home to moorside drover
many a chaste maiden bowled over.
Partial pilgrimage down “Bolton Road”
black and amber heroes round ball code,
liniment buoyant throughout the room
manly skills embroider the village groom.
Cardinal days steeped in “Rock ‘n’ Roll”
sire in fear of them out of control,
a colossal wedge between cultures
in shadows of decency vile vultures.
Repetitious days of school yard might
the bullies reduced one’s life to plight,
parents queried yet misunderstood
reasons for mayhem in the neighbourhood.
Lad and lasses lost in “Hide and seek”
games of “Stroke a back” every week,
by the old school grounds we all did laik**
now the street is naked for heaven sake.
Why on earth would a mind keep drifting back
this poetry constantly placing me on track,
when life was a role without fame or stars
only toil and trepidation and these scars?
© Harry J Horsman 2013
*Living in sin
** Play
By the embers of a log fire
I lose myself in thought
My heart is filled with the desire
To give thanks for the gifts true love brought.
Contentment overwhelms me
A smile crosses my lips
I play a loving melody
As I caress your picture with my fingertips.
I can still hear your laughter
Even though I sit alone
Yes all this long time after
I still hear you on the phone .
The way you used your feminine wiles
To try and tie me down
Sat here wearing a silly smile
As I remember A verb, A phrase , A noun .
Oh how I love these memories
I give thanks to the lord above
Dear lord will you please
Look after my true love .
Reward her for her caring
Her love and humility
and thank her lord for sharing
Her wonderful life with me.
what a sunrise!
what a day!
God in front
to take all good deed people
all in line for god to select
I alone was left behind
unhappy unsatisfied i asked
"why not me?
i help i donate
never i asked for your help
never i cheated to top
never i wanted partiality
never i wanted to be selected
never i was unsatisfied
never i asked anything from you
never i was furious
never i had ill thoughts
never i wanted to harm others
i wanted happiness all around
always i loved beings
then why not me?
why why and why?"
god politely replied
"see flash back
you proved all things said wrong
you want heaven from me
you want me to be partial
you are furious
you want to be selected
you are unsatisfied.
this was a test for heaven
which all had given
proving wrong but trying hard
you are proved wrong for this time
so i keep you on earth for a noble cause
the one you did
spreading HAPPINESS
live life without want"
suddenly god disappeared
leaving me with a new view of life
so i will try try try
vrushani thaker
Beating a hasty retreat
Infantry overwhelmed
By a barrage
Of unremitting enemy fire.
Down goes
One of the brotherhoods of war,
Fatally wounded,
Exsanguinating;
Body riddled with bullets
Coming fast and furious.
Yet one intrepid infantryman
Does the opposite;
crawling through
The blood-soaked battlefield
Amid a volley of gunfire
Whizzing past above his head.
He's on a suicide mission,
Determined to fulfill
The "Leave No Man Behind"
Code he swears by
"I knew you'd come back for me, Bobby,"
The last words
Of his fellow infantryman,
And lifelong friend. His corpse
Dragged back through the mud
As bullets fly inches above.
He wasn't left behind.
ALL YOURS (Mar 3) Poetry Contest(Winner 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 02/22/2021
She swaggers over to our table
Whips out her pad from her apron
Pencil poised
What’cha want Hon?
She drawls
Soft pink lips in a little twinkled pout
The white frilled design
Bust’n out in all the boxum places
Our “Two Specials with coffee” reply
Brought a smile
I like it fast and easy like that
she laughs
as she saches her swagger back
to place our order
you can’t help but notice that
her perfume lingers
in still air
as if the shadow of her swagger
was left behind
written 9-5-2019
SWAGGER Poetry Contest
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something I did not expect to find.
The sudden surge of memories
Shocked me so hard I couldn't breathe—
It almost knocked me to my knees.
My whole world came undone.
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that you wore when you were mine.
You wore it with your wedding gown,
Like a tiara or a crown.
It turned my world all upside down.
You always were “the one”.
I found something of yours you left behind:
Something that my love for you enshrined.
I found it hidden from the light,
That thing you used to wear at night.
That came down when I held you tight,
Back when we were one.
I found something of yours you left behind,
Something that I never wished to find—
'Cause there's no going back, you see,
To times when you were here with me.
You left a painful void in me;
But still life must go on.
I think of what you left behind
And then it came to me:
The saddest thing you left behind
Turned out to be me.
(Chorus )
I thought I'd gotten over you;
But I was wrong, you see.
You don't get over love that's true,
Nor what was meant to be.
Why does the world make you feel left behind, like your nothing
but trash to be used, adbused and then throw away by everyone
you try to love , Always trying to prove to them that your worth something
to the world around you. Letting all their promises of a better tommorrow
fill your head with hope of having their love and approval,
When your the one the world doesn't want at all,
Knowing deep down inside the only person you have to trust in is God,
Becuase of all the Games you have played and the walls of pain that You built.
Trying so hard not to be put out like trash becuase all you have is yourself to give,
Nothing else No money, No worldly or material things.
wanting so badly to be completely loved and accepted by Everyone.
Lost Friends - Left Behind
The sweet-sharp mind that enfolded me
With encouraging words and a hug
Has gone to places I cannot go, and
How I long to know.
The annoying way you had of listening
To repeat secrets that you heard,
And yet, your sweet mouth opened
To love away all frustration.
You wanted me to do a bit of favor,
But you didn’t answer your phone.
When I did reach you, you were cold.
I learned where I belonged,
Once we spent hours together;
We each had endured losses severe,
Though in our twilight time we overcame,
As we, too slipped into hoary years.
And you all have the curse of an aging mind,
Locked away to me, leaving me behind,
With those too young to understand,
That I am traveling with you.
You stood still
while away I had to fly
yet our friendship will
always abide.
You are still there
stuck in the past
and I know where
my future is cast.
Into a world
of people with hope
their lives unfurled
freed from all dope.
As you stay in the past
I will pray each day
our friendship will outlast
your darkness and gray.
And, I want you to know
as I live in the light
you too can grow
away from your plight.
And join me again
in a friendship aglow
for as always then
I will love you so.
one of these days i will find all the things i left behind
love from my family, love from my friends
my life possiblities with no ends
but i wasnt happy, i wanted more
i was looking for fun, i was looking to score
i met the fast life and i layed it down
they showed me the ways and i painted the town
you want it, i got it, you need it, im there
the thrills, the excitement, i will sleep when im dead
i still cant believe some of the that i said
when things changed again and i caught this case
i couldnt turn down the music i had to face
they rolled up ten deep all carrying guns
i had no where to hide, no where to run
i lost the battle, i lost the fight
now im surrounded by people with not a soul in sight
ten foot fences, stainless steal locks
nothing but time to stare at the clocks
cold concrete walls, cool concrete floors
losing my mind behind these closed doors
bullet proof glass and hard metal bars
forever blocking my veiw of god and his stars
so now here i sit still trying to find
all of the things i left behing
You promised you’d come back,
To the girl you left behind,
Cause you let her turn into dark,
In the dawn of the night.
Why did you go out in the world,
To save it from the dead,
Is this our destiny,
For you to be the hero of the wild,
And me to be the girl you left behind.
When will you come back?
To the girl you left behind,
You saved the world, but will you save her?
From the water of the crazy,
Where she’s gonna drown endlessly.
Will you miss her?
The girl you left behind,
When she’ll fill her lungs with madness and suffering,
When she’ll become one with the wind,
And turn into the daughter of the mist.
I am the girl you left behind,
With flowers in her hair,
From the garden of our past,
An eternal thought of sadness,
That I can still see in your holy eyes,
Nameless, just a simple girl,
That eventually past you will arise,
But will never fall.
My scars do not define me…
They make me.
They are not wrongs from the past,
they are lessons for a new beginning…
They’ve opened my eyes
to what I was too shallow to see,
too deaf to hear…
and too cowardly to speak…
They are no longer the chains
that would drag behind me…
They are what set me free.
Jessica Kuilan
~A Poem That Took A Week Or More To Write~
Scars Left Behind.
Scarred since birth born with a congenital deforming cleft lip
abandoned unacceptable by nobody I don't belong to your
universe I don't belong to be a guest in your domiciles as I am
avoided I don't belong to share a sunrise as I am blindfolded
I don't belong to your beauty parlor as I look repugnant
I don't belong to participate to a party as I am nameless
I don't belong to be present at a birth of a new born banned
to come closer to the mother.
Scars at birth.
My solitude drove me to flee towards one site the lighthouse
stand alone far away far maybe my voice might be heard
begging to be saved from the sufferings on this earth as my
anguish has no end.
My soul will only triumph while waiting for the sun of love
the moon of light the stars that shine I will wait,wait to pick
up the echo of the passing vessels listen to the whisper of
the winds getting windier watch the dark waters drifting off
flowing away blown back towards the shore a farewell leaving
me alone.
Scars till I die
Who shall I belong to? I have no friends its so obscure outside
there is so much stillness around me afraid alone aware of my
shadows disappearance I called for anybody`s support to facilitate
my survival alleviate my pain nobody came I need to rest and allow
my soul to escape who will? who can? who wants to rescue me?
I am tired I was left behind scarred without a mother or father
nor brother or sister I tried but could not save myself.
My soul drifting as I could not belong to someone watch over me
love me feed me talk to me look at me even scarred run with me
when I am old to the harbor before the ship sails but I flawed I had
no strength nobody heard a word everybody ignored me.
Help Me
The ship sailed leaving without my soul because none came to
liberate me I am still homeless and scarred.
Help me to forget help me to survive can anybody do that?
Please.
Therese Bacha
June 26 2013
(FROM THE ONES WHO ARE LEFT BEHIND)
To all you smokers out there.
I’m not going to say, give up, I wouldn’t dare,
If you want to smoke, it’s up to you,
But I don’t want to smoke your smoke too,
So many lives it takes away.
It really is a high price to pay,
Especially for the ones left behind,
The ones you love, so very kind.
They are the ones left with there hearts broken,
So many things left unspoken.
They are the ones, that have to nurse you night and day,
They are the ones, who sit and pray,
They are the ones left with the legacy of what you’ve done,
When you can’t breath, because of your lung,
They to would like a voice,
They to would like a choice.
(1946)
Walking in Sailor Fields amongst the nettles
picking blackberries, the brambles
cut deep savage the mind.
Yet the bowl to be filled the jam
to be boiled the bread of hope
to be flavoursome, while the innocence
of it all enhanced by the beauty of the place.
The Village shimmers in idyllic peace,
while each evening from the east the veil of night
chases the setting sun, bequeaths it’s
heavenly sequin blanket soon to lovingly
cloak God’s very own.
Life had not changed all that much
in the place, except the men had returned
leaving their memories over yonder,
while some stayed away their bones to lie
within ‘Alien Soil’
Alas the hurt does not diminish,
for those left behind walking in Sailor Fields
amongst the nettles picking blackberries!
© Harry J Horsman 2011