Best Loop Poems
"The Kissing Loop"
My eyes close to keep you there
in a dream slow dancing, bow and cello we waltz in air
bending you closer into my body
like this pea soup fog embracing me
I walk quiet streets surrounded
by Mountains of Blue
the fat bellied pregnant clouds deliver
a life that is verdant, that is new
a new day is born
through some kind of Light storm
grey mist in a teacup of a town
I am walking in the clouds
this could be some kind of heaven
high up in my beautiful kingdom
free as a bird gliding silently
down quiet streets besieged by
beguiling story unfurling
in forests of blues lavenders and greens
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
Blue Highway at the Cross Roads
Where time is easy, fresh air to breathe
The record in my mind that plays
over grooves cracked for a thousand and more days
where the kissing loop repeats it’s mission repeats it’s mission
some kind of erudite Sanskrit, like kissing walls Aramaic, another foreign language
but you’ll hear the message if you quiet your mind and your heart listens
Love is in every step taken
One step forward 3 step back
The Kissing Loop that’s been playing it’s oneiric
"Blue Highway at the Cross Roads"
is right on track
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
and here stands me
New Page:
Some Beautiful Story
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
1. https://genius.com/Gene-clark-strength-of-strings-lyrics
The walk. ( Loop poetry )
As I walk down country lanes
Lanes of life that wind and turn
Turn memories into dreams
Dreams of love without concern,
Green fields laid with low hedges
Hedges homes of natures wildlife
Wildlife giving sense to existence
Existence enabling day, nightlife,
Thoughts of abundant fruit trees
Trees of elegance tall and proud
Proud of our abilities, achievements
Achievements with a positive shroud,
Our willingness to give or receive
Receive thoughts of happiness
Happiness our greatest emotion
Emotion that gives us hopefulness,
At the end of this lane of life
Life becomes understandable
Understandable and relevant
Relevant making life sustainable.
Monday morning slowly waking
Waking to a drizzly rain
Rain that comes down ever whispering
Whispering, time to wake again!
Again my mind’s ever churning
Churning with thoughts of the day
Day of poetry and yearning
Yearning for what I must say.
Say in words what I am feeling
Feeling in this early morn
Morn with my words ever forming
Forming… a new format born!
Born by chance I can’t deny
Deny ‘tis useless, I must try!
It’s been a year since I joined the soup,
Meanwhile we’ve gone round the sun in a loop,
Sadly some fell off, didn’t quite make it all the way,
I’m clinging on, hoping to find one better day.
But the loop continues, has to persist,
Like our thoughts, it’s what makes us exist,
So off we go on our journey, around once more,
Headlong to tomorrow, unsure what’s in store.
Creating poems of all shapes and every kind,
Unaware what verse will next spring to mind,
Oh boy then it comes, at once all together,
A feeling of achievement moments of pleasure.
Sometimes I wonder are they already written,
Preprogrammed into life, an untapped composition,
Latently buried, in the back of our mind,
Placed there by creation, or maybe design.
So like it or not, as we loop around the soup
One thing I’m sure of, this life is no fluke,
And that’s us in a nutshell, as we spiral through space,
Today seems the same, but earths in a different place.
PODIUM PLACING PROMISE(4) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand 20 lines
03/01/2020
Day 1
I fall—not through space
something thinner—
like light stretched
too far
across the skin of a thought
I buried years ago
The tunnel hums
with memory—
a child’s scream rising into laughter,
the sting of ozone before the storm
the flicker between blinks
where everything vanishes
Darkness
Sun blinds—
Day 2
The sky is a calm equation—
no clouds, no noise,
just light folded neatly
like fresh hospital sheets
The grass soft as breath.
No bugs. No bruises.
Everyone wears a gentle smile
like they’re born with softness
“Hello, Alice.”
They say it like a blessing.
They say it like I belong.
The air is perfectly
warm, like an infant’s cradle
Day 7
They say God
carved this world out with scalpels
—not one corner flawed
Every turn I’m greeted with
a warm, prepared smile,
“Hello, Alice.”
Nothing bleeds.
Knives are ornaments.
They assume I was born
with the scars on my wrist.
Even sorrow comes in silk-lined boxes,
labeled, packed,
ready to ship away
I tried to cry
The air wiped the tears dry
The silence tastes sweet here
and I cringe at the taste of sugar
Day 18
I tore up the garden today.
The tulips giggled
as I snapped their necks.
No dirt beneath—just
velvet lining.
I screamed into my reflection
in the lake with no ripples.
She smiled back
lips curled at a planned angle
I wandered around the city
grabbing strangers by the wrists
I want to shake their smile off their faces—
What hurts here? I ask
They blink:
What’s that?
Day 19
A couple invited me to dinner.
Ray and Jay.
They’ve never fought.
They finish each other’s sentences
like synchronized clocks.
They agree
on the color of the sheets,
the taste of strawberries,
how long to hold eye contact.
I watched them toast to peace.
I wanted to scream
just to see if they’d flinch—
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Day ??
I stepped off the roof
Not for death, no—
i just want a crack in the lined tiles
hair unravelled by wild wind
a cut that stings before it heals
But the air caught me,
soft as a baby’s first blanket
I landed on a bed of
roses with no thrones
Ray helped me up
while Jay offered me apple tea
“Hello, Alice,” they said
“Welcome back to the dream.”
I often wonder
if I think too much
think often if I
wonder too much
Know that too much
is always too much
and even enough is
never enough, when a mind
and heart dwells on
Too Much....
~Don't Be Afraid~
( Loop Poetry )
Afraid of nothing you should be
Be courageous and have faith
Faith and love will make you very strong
Strong in God, our Lord, will give you love, hope
Hope, love, peace, will give you dreams
Dreams to be the best you can be, just go
Go and do what's right
Right and true for you, just fight
Fight and stand for what's right and true
True be always to yourself and others.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka Ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
January.17.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Loop Poetry" is a poetry form or style created by Hellon.
(This is my first poem about myself, please comment.)
I wake up every single day
telling myself everything is okay.
I laugh, joke and smile
but that will only last a while.
Then I get home, and take off the mask
in a feeling of self identity i long to bask.
Everything I do is just a distraction
because i know i'll never have any self-satisfaction
As I lay down alone in my room alone
a i can wish is that i have a clone.
Maybe they can live a better life
where they don't end everyday with a knife.
The clock goes off so i put the mask on again
I look in the mirror and see a woman,
I'm sure that's what everyone can see
but that's not who I'm supposed to be.
I smile, laugh and joke
it makes me want to choke
No, what I said was a lie
It makes me want to die.
My life is just like a clock
rewinding everyday, tic-tock
and again I walk down the same path
which always ends in a bloodbath.
I keep telling myself to go a different route
but I don't and it makes me want to shout.
Day after day I go back there,
How much more must I bear?
Today is the day I finally learned.
At that corner is where I turned.
In the end there is no bloodshed,
so maybe i won't end up dead.
The Einstein paradox annotated ...
USA acronym:
unknown subspace anomaly
This astounding scientific breakthrough came by sheer accident,
the stuff of comic book portent
Bruce Banner employed by Bruce Wayne,
Tony Stark interviewed by Clark Kent
The dissemination of imminent advanced space travel
was met with global awe and dissent
Such is the case with earth-shattering news
Mankind standing on the precipice of
journeying between the stars
Distance no longer to be of any consequence
Mankind’s knowledge evolving on a precipitous path,
emerging from their planetary cave
to dwell well beyond their birth star
In a space station laboratory,
a rogue experiment runs amok
Shards of broken time
cuts through the spatial tissue of the temporal divide:
The future reshapes the past,
all known laws of physics shattered like glass
Thus, the subspace phenomenon occurs —
An unintended consequence unfolds,
a time loop periodically opens and close
Mankind now possessing the ability to travel unimpeded
through uncharted channels of space and time
Bursting from their solar quarantine ...
Humans will soon become viewed as a pestilence scourge,
spreading like a contagion among the stars
Busting loose from their terrestrial nursery confines,
waving a quantum gun of time
Forever seeking knowledge of the gods
is humanity’s most endearing cosmic crime
As the mind turns, so do the pages of time
Life is a subtle loop with a sudden ending
Breathe in the night as darkness will fade
Dream until sunlight decides to swallow us
Keep in mind that knowledge is only inside
Intelligence is beyond what you just learn
What is not seen surpasses what is visible
Someday, we may be able to do it all again
~Above All~
( Loop Poetry )
I love Jesus so much and He loves me and you...
You and I can change so many things
Things that in this very messy world are not right
Right for you and me and our children you know
Know in your heart He only wants what's best for all of us
Us, you, and all, we need to seek God and His Son again
Again bring both back into our lives and homes to make it right thru
Through this life, and the next one, and in everything we say and do...
Do much better we will, when we put God first in everything we do, above all.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
February.19.2018
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
-What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?
Matthew 16:26 (NIV)
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
~Author's Notes:
The "Loop Poetry" is a poetry form or style that was created by Hellon.
~Don't Be Afraid~
( The Loop Style )
Afraid of nothing you should be
Be courageous and have faith
Faith will make you strong
Strong in the Lord will give you love, peace, hope
Hope will give you dreams
Dreams to be the best you can be, just go
Go and do what's right
Right and true for you, just fight
Fight and stand for what's right and true
True be always to yourself and others.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka Ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
December.27.2016
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
~ Author's Notes:
The "Loop" is a poetry form or style created by Hellon.
Once a little harmless turtle went a- walking ‘round the loop,
caught his little baby toe and ended up in turtle soup.
While the doves mourned his misfortune, sun set down behind the hills,
all the turtles gathered in their shells to guard against such spills.
On the morrow, signs were posted there before the deadly loop-
this prevented harmless turtles ending up in yucky soup.
As the days stretched into weeks, the peace in turtledom was great:
not a single little shell-back ended up in bowl or plate.
Came along one day a snakey- past the sign and ‘round the loop,
caught his little snakey belly and, you guessed it- snakey soup!
For he hadn’t read the sign, so neatly scribed in turtle scratch,
(in a slip’ry snakey brain that sort of thing is hard to catch).
Since the turtle signs are meant for little turtle eyes to see,
makes them not so clear to others, like a snake or you and me.
If, by chance, your toes go walking, don’t get caught around the loop-
stubbing one and then another, you’ll end up as poet soup!
(for the Turtle Soup contest)
The prompt for our group was "I saw it the mirror, I saw it in my face"
If eyes are windows to the soul I saw mine in the mirror
Mirrors don’t lie they are simply a reflection
Reflections bear witness to our personal reality
Reality is our truth desired or not it is there
There is no running from what hides in our soul
Souls are seen in the mirror and I saw mine in my face
Face what’s harbored in my soul…. this is my journey
Journey if you dare it is a centripetal force
AgMoore©03/28/11
This is a loop poem, since there is no info here is a link to show how to do it
(it's really easy = ) ))
http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/looppoetry.html
With tender hand It was PLANTED
PLANTED from the the seed that FELL
FELL from the end of one LIFE
LIFE that will start again.
The tiny seed of love was SOWN
SOWN with tender loving CARE
CARE for, nurtureand watch it GROW
GROW into a strong healthy bloom.
A bloom of colourful PETALS
PETALS that will wilt and FALL
FALL to just a few MEMORIES
MEMORIES fade, as Autumn calls.