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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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.......

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~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...

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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...

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(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...

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~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...

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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...

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~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...

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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...

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 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...

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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...

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What has life in store?
Milk on bed and milk when dead.
Why sulk all along?




P.S.This poem is based on the Hindu customs of burial. Attending a funeral recently taught me this very essence of Life....

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