Best Leftover Poems
Leftover wine
Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers and the dancing sea.
You were the prettiest and kindest woman, I ever seen. I loved your silence and I loved your words. I told you. My life is to make you smile, to make you laugh and to make you dance.
You asked me often. What do you need? What do you want? I told you. My only wish is for you to be happy. If I had one wish. The wish would be, for you to find proper place and happiness.
Life is still now for me and the stillness is accepted. I have old memories and leftover wine. I lost my energy of youth and I have accepted less. Sweet lady, savior and sweet wish. You make me remember.
"Let the bells ring, and let the boys sing, the young lassies skip and play, let the cup go around" John Fletcher"
Today I have leftover wine to be shared. Still sweet and tasty to the people needing reasons to smile and be alive. Today I will dance with the moving water of Lake St Clair and whisper to the wind.
We get what we deserve. Bewitching lady, my sweetest breathe and lasting dream. You deserve wild free country, quiet cabin and a garden of wildflowers. Maybe caged man will find this utopia and know what is sweet and kind.
Johnnie/Coyote
Categories:
leftover, dance, dream, drink, farewell,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When my knitting queen aunt
Feels that needlework pull,
She starts knitting some squares
Using leftover wool.
They’re rectangles, really,
With colorful stripes,
Their patterns and stitches
Of similar types.
Then when there are enough,
Using needle and thread,
She will sew them together
To cover a bed.
If no blanket’s requested
By someone she knows,
To a charity’s stockpile
That handiwork goes.
Though some unattached pieces
My aunt did produce
Found their way to my granddaughter
For a new use.
Now her dolls all have blankets,
Two interests in sync,
Crossing ages and miles
In such a sweet link.
Categories:
leftover, appreciation, granddaughter,
Form:
Rhyme
over the table
I sat waiting to die.
all I can do is look
at a table covered in
newspapers and
collection notices.
I looked deep into the
shine of my nickle plated
gun,took a deep breath.
as life slipped away,
I realized that the clock
struck midnight.
and
I
starved
for death.
Categories:
leftover, allegory
Form:
Free verse
A big bowl of treats by the door
Is impossible to ignore
When the kids have gone
I eat a bon bon
Which turns into maybe one more
Categories:
leftover, food
Form:
Limerick
Want some pizza? Get a pie
And freeze it when you finish.
Wrapped in foil and baggied,
All that taste will not diminish.
Then when hunger strikes, you're set;
Just snatch a slice and heat it.
In ten minutes, grab a beer
And sit right down to eat it.
In New York, the pizza's great
So do yourself a favor -
Freeze it when it's fresh. You'll always
Have a meal to savor.
Categories:
leftover, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Sparks in liquid ink,
lightning wrapped in mercury,
linger in the clouds...
Categories:
leftover, nature,
Form:
Haiku
You broke me and I want you to know that.
You broke me.
What does that feel like?
Regret? Anger?
Satisfaction.
Did you walk into this with the mindset of ruining me?
Seeing me fall to pieces before your eyes, knowing you were the only one who knew enough to put me back together?
I want you to know it was like that.
But only for a moment.
Then I was told to forget about you, I was told I could find better
And I have
But that didn't matter
Not then
Then was when I thought you made me the happiest I could ever feel. That no one could make me laugh more.
Don’t you know how limiting that is?
Thank god I was wrong
I was wrong
Every time you had something to say I listened to you and forgot myself because I was tricked into believing your opinion
Meant more.
Just because you said I was beautiful didn’t make me so. I didn’t owe you anything.
Just because you realized who I was didn't make me,
Me.
But I forgot that.
I had also forgot that being ignored is worse than being hated.
It gives you more time to think, more time to obsess over what went wrong, more time to place the blame, more time to point fingers.
At me.
And don’t worry
I know
Some of the disaster is my fault and
I know you are the story behind my cracks.
But I also know
You pushed me past the point of caring.
So yeah I’m lost in the cave of my mind.
But guess what?
I've never been afraid of the dark.
Oh and one last thing I want you to know.
You broke me
But I?
I put myself back together.
Categories:
leftover, boy, first love, growing
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Love avenue shuffle
spirits fandango through
grave eyes of doubt on
delusions of disorder
when we kiss do
dreamy clouds cuddle?
Photonic warped thoughts
feed on disdained
mecurial clot eclipses tick tocking
against organic time thieves, there's
cerebral fury on medication row as
rival consuls consort on
succulent erotic painules--huddling
under jagged mistletoe as bellicose vision
fugitives plan placid avant garde getaways
of broken glass and bloodless lips
under hexagon suns and sharp quark
triangles.
Neptune Clubs open their pores to
Blue Plate liquid aura traders----
reveling in the street life hubris.
And so it goes.
Categories:
leftover, adventure, age, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
You give me the leftovers
And think it must be a treat
You give HER the tempting feast
Which is followed by a sweet
The leftovers of your time
Leftover energy too
I get your love leftovers
Dear, leftovers will not do!
You think that I’m satisfied
With the things you have to give
Well I’m no fool, my dear boy
This is not the way to live!
Keep giving me leftovers
Here's what I might have to do
I’ll give the feast of my love
To someone other than YOU!
Categories:
leftover, satire, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Once, there was a father
Who loved his children completely
Nothing fractured or missing
Withholding nothing for the greedy
Everything flowed to and from
Without interruption or wrinkle
Til a child pulled back
Creating a hold that crinkled
....into time
For the first time, a new word appeared
MINE, it is alllllll MINE
Ownership grew quickly
Separating LOVE from mankind
Oh, how the father wailed and mourned
But he always had a plan
He took out his heart from self
And spoke it into WOman
...as a seed
The gift met up with faith
And created a child, Love without fear
Death chasing all involved
Trying to make LOVE disappear
He fought all the fears that swirled,
Around the lies, whispered by the snake
That "father" will always give
But he will also take, take, take
....whatever HE wants, whenever HE wants
As the LOVE heart walked the road
That brought him to the giving tree
The crowd gathered 'round, yelling,
"LOVE will NEVER have a home....here!"
He kept nothing for self
As water and blood poured from His side
Speaking, to the children, truth...
The snake lied
...to enthrone your fears
................silence.............darkness
.................................deep shaking
That took humanity to the end of days
Where we heard the message loud and clear
We must engage the LOVE inside
To fight and conquer all our fears
That Daddy God is selfish and unkind
Taking and making as He pleases
Our Daddy God moves heaven and earth
To pour our gifts that releases
....chains, shackles, and all binding devices
We are free to LOVE all who lack
Holding nothing for self, yielding back
The liquid LOVE flowing upwards to Daddy God
Never alone or forsaken on any road we choose to trod
Shall we miscarry our baby
With the belief that LOVE has spent its best
And He has no original LOVE
Only what is left
....over
There is no such thing as leftover love
With perfect love that casts out fear
He is always pouring out on us
Trying to draw near
...for a hug
......this father, is not a thug
............He is the God, whose name is LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-26-2019
note: I don't like this poem, just like I don't like the feeling of leftover love.
Categories:
leftover, love,
Form:
Free verse
Leftover Tomorrows
Not just the yin and yang of life
Not just the perplexed and entangled
Not even the esoterically amplified deviations
Just the oxymoron nature of the beast
It’s the fashion of ascending and escaping
Of falling into the voids of the heart
When love transcends into emptiness
Our minds form designs to abstract
To gain wisdom teased from agony
From wakeful weaving of earthly plights
A roller coaster of leftover tomorrows
Inverse our perception of dancing tonight
Categories:
leftover, emotions, lost love, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Cookies must not go to waste
Specially those of great taste
So right passed my lips
And straight to my hips
I WILL let them go to WAIST
I so love to munch and munch
They’re brittle now with a crunch
The flavors- still great
But don’t satiate
They’re great with my office lunch
My body keeps them in store
Why can’t I get through the door?
Should have thrown them out
Now I am more “stout”
Ok, perhaps just one more?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
leftover, christmas, food, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Leftover Willpower
David J Walker
I know
I know
What I said last night
After the last bite of
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce and
Pumpkin pie
That I
Would never eat again
At least, not this much
So much
That it stretched my belly to
New dimensions forcing me to
Unbutton the waistband of my
Khaki dress slacks
I know
I know
How good it all was
and yet how
Bad for me at the same time
And how I fell asleep in the
Recliner watching reruns of
“It’s a Wonderful Life”
And the morning after
When I cannot think of putting
Any more food in my mouth
Somewhere in the back of my head
Hatches a plan for later
Sliders
Maybe one
Reheated roll with
Turkey and dressing and
Cranberry sauce
Small Sliders
Maybe two
Just two
No more
But surely not three
Would you think it profane to
Curse the names of every Pilgrim
Who landed on Plymouth Rock?
The bane of my weakening
Leftover willpower
IT’s ALL THEIR FAULT!
Categories:
leftover, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Peter (my bf) flew away early this morning,
like Shakespear’s eagle, “leaving no tracks.”
Now I lay here, as a leftover or Millais’ drowned ‘Ophelia.’
That’s an image ripped from adolescent, female visual culture.
Time‘s adversarial magic drags us ever future-wise,
eroding sweet moments we would cling to.
Shall we poetize?
I want a quiet afternoon,
on the bright side of the moon.
It’s an actual-factual place,
convenient, in close outer space,
like mythical Elysium, Shangri-La or Valhalla
where I’d still be intertwined with my fella,
like characters from literature or legend.
A place where “I’ll get to it tomorrow,”
is, alas, an everlasting pass,
because on the dusty, unreeling moon,
tomorrow never arrives,
our lovers never have to go,
and we can relax, scantily clothed,
simply enjoying the everlasting earthrise.
.
.
Songs for this:
To The Moon by Meghan Trainor
Moon River by Frank Ocean
Categories:
leftover, boyfriend, humor, leaving, literature,
Form:
Rhyme
counting means
...relativity...
as-
integers to
...decimals...
or-
just meme
...thoughts...
that-
mirror some
...me-me...
of-
a relative metaphoric
...observation...
theme-
comparing standards
...labelled...
individually as
...the-me...
stans sand
Categories:
leftover, dream, image, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse