Best Once In A While Poems
Will you think of me once in a while,
When the tears from your eyelids are trailing,
When they bury me after the trial.
Will you think of me oft with that smile;
When obstructions in life you are scaling,
Will you think of me once in a while
When you pass by the rose garden dial,
Would you think of my love as unfailing,
When they bury me after the trial.
Although distant by many a mile,
Would you treasure this letter I'm mailing;
Will you think of me once in a while.
Bitter thoughts grip my insides like bile,
But I reckon I'll no more be ailing
When they bury me after the trial.
I'll not be there to see you in style;
Please forgive me, my daughter, for failing.
Will you think of me once in a while,
When they bury me after the trial.
(Written on March 25th, 2014 for the contest
"Rhyme Battle: Round 4")
Once in a while we both may smile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile
Pondering down memory lane
In delight of the loving game.
Do you feel flames of love again
In that burning, yearning constrain
Seeing us sat upon a stile
Once in a while we both may smile.
A kiss betwixt our lips tactile
Erstwhile we were young and agile
Frolicking in showers of rain
Pondering down memory lane.
In Paris on the river Seine
With a bubbly glass of champagne
Serenaded many a mile
In ecstasy of love’s beguile.
I replay music Celtic style
Smitten by the Emerald Isle
Seen from the comfort of a train
In delight of the loving game.
Now I’m back from memory lane
And we split anew once again
In dreams we’ll dance again in style
Love reconciled, once in a while.
Just for a moment,wait
hesitate and dream
and receive
Step outside the box
imagination cries
to be freed,
Unshackled ,awaken
conception's can-do,
make believe;
Experiment and try
the novel ,unique
in you,lie,
Just for a moment,don't
hesitate ,let it
formulate
every once in a while,
read me
pass by my elusive and fickle words, let-hers, and numb.errs
like fleeting rain
I may drown you,
I may inconvenience you, I know
but
every once in a while,
remember me
unearth memories of me
since I've buried myself,
and somehow
I am liking it here
but yes,
every once in a while
do restore me
Please?
to what, I don't know
--still figuring myself out,
I somehow feel it,
the inevitability of it
of not leaving footprints,
only ghostly trails.....................
but
maybe,just maybe,
every
once
in
a
while
I'll
let
ink
flow through
my
veins
again.
A
timeout-
will make sense
of the where and
why.
Once in a while when I was in my dreams
I think of you more than I thought
Slowly, I'm losing my sight on the reality
It's difficult to love when I'm nowhere in your journey
Your existence is like when I'm listening to jazz blues
Drowned in emotions while being enchanted
You're so beautiful
I know you're not someone I should play with
You're just too dangerous
You're like a kid
Women just love you
Secretly, I'm writing this on a piece of paper
Even though it wasn't meant for you to read it
My mum told me to marry someone who loves me
Not those who makes my heart flutter but
Your voice is like a serenade to my ears
Your style is just my type
Your smile is your charm
I feel like I could love you
Sometimes, I pretended to be fine
When you look into my eyes
I go crazy inside
That's my honest reply
I shouldn't say this, but
Your voice is like a serenade to my ears
Your style is just my type
Your smile is your charm
I feel like I could love you
24th September 2015
I still hear th' roaring bear
Th' fright deep down engage
to dare;
Now flee where dozens care,
And hear th' leaves in air,
And tell me' what to bear'
Haste to free th' ailing
And be, someone from past
Better than last
Do not pitty i fear
You weary
Every once in a while
I heave and rile
For wisdom alone
Can't find home
JULY 1ST 2017
A torn, tender leaf
In a majestic tree,
I shield myself.
I fear winds!
My glossy green
Has an autumnal layer.
I try to stay still;
But,
Once in a while,
Those dew drops
Skitter over me,
Kiss me,
Glisten me.
And as I am touched,
I flutter,
I dance,
I go glorious!
Then follows fall,
And I, in my throes and ache,
Turn ravishing red,
Charming orange.
Though the tree is bare,
I stay there.
I try to stay still;
But,
Once in a while,
A drift of breeze
Sweeps over me,
Shakes me,
Rakes me.
And as I am touched,
I flutter,
I dance,
I go glorious!
Spring is the season,
The tree is lush again.
I still shield myself;
I fear winds!
I shield
My glossy green,
Ravishing red,
Charming orange,
All under the autumnal layer.
But,
Once in a while,
Someone, somewhere,
Reaches beneath;
Like dew drops,
Or drift of breeze,
Skittering, Sweeping
Over and Over.
And as I am touched,
I flutter,
I dance,
I go glorious!
It would be nice if you listened to me,
instead of ignoring my mild requests,
astonishing if you agreed with me for a change,
although no decent resistance would be strange.
Remember the old days when we acquiesced,
now not unusual for things to be second-guessed;
my experience as a game- player was my range,
but to lose nearly every time would be strange.
We had houses, wealth, cars and holidays,
but a battle to prevent the parting of the ways,
even when you drove up the drive to our fancy grange,
an acknowledgement of our success would be strange.
Tolerance is the key - 'He doesn't say much, does he?'
Ironically, keep driving, survival is thanks to me.
Citing the cliché, good guys finish last:
folks have little appetite for the truth.
And do-gooders are constantly harassed,
a lesson taught to intolerant youth.
Facing a future anchored in the past,
folks are cruel, arrogant, and uncouth.
Yet, big business, every once in a while,
assigns a moral value to a smile.
Slick PR firms devise a clever ploy,
to mask the hypocrisy of their brand.
Fake charities are built to headline joy,
while laws that allow children to work stand.
Oligarchs carefully recruit, employ,
exploiting innocence across the land.
They hide their cruelty behind a mask,
where human suffering is just a task.
It’s hard to find
From time to time
The strength to read between the lines
Of all the things you say
And what you do
It’s hard to be
What you want from me
It’s hard to swing from the highest tree
But I am climbing up the branches
Just for you
You never let me go, but never let me stay
My heart’s a wreck from the games you play
I’m torn apart by the things you hide
First I lost my way and then I lost my pride…
So look at me
And perhaps you’ll see
I’ve givin everything and still it isn’t me
Who brightens up your day
Or makes you smile
So I’ll walk away
It’s what I have to do
And when I’m gone, all I ask of you
Is try to think of me…
Once in a while
…Jeff Bresee
The Rain..
The Sun..
A Smile..
An encouraging word..
A hug..
A good book..
A good laugh..
A good cry..
A vacation..
I wouldn't want to imagine life without them....
Once in a while, when the stars align in a silent symphony,
you meet someone whose electricity mirrors your soul like a calm sea,
and usually, it's a stranger who passes through your life like a comet through the night.
It was about three or four years ago when my steps were drawing shadows on Socola Boulevard,
and in a play of lights, I glimpsed a silhouette approaching, like an echo from a dream,
there was something in her walk, a dance of time and destiny that attracted me like a magnet,
and with each step, the intensity of our meeting grew like a wave ready to break.
Suddenly, I felt I knew her entire story, like an open book in the wind,
she had lived among men who did not know her soul, only the shadows she left behind,
as she got closer, I felt a sweet vertigo, like a dream suspended in time,
her steps resonated within me, a melody vibrating in my chest like an echo of eternity.
I looked her in the face, and her beauty was a sunrise captured in my gaze,
when we passed by each other, our eyes loved and sang,
a silent song that pierced the universe's silence, just for us,
and then she passed by me, without turning our gaze to the past.
Then, when I looked back, she had vanished like a dream fading at dawn,
what can you do in a world where almost everything worth having or doing is an illusion?
I entered a café and decided that if I ever saw her again,
somehow I would say, "Listen, please, I must speak to you, to capture the moment that escaped us."
I never saw her again, nor will I ever see her, but her memory is alive,
the iron of our society silences the heart, like a flame under a bell,
and when you silence a person's heart, you leave them ultimately with only a dream.
Once in a While / All of the Time
Once in a while, my love tastes (Lord) fond kisses!
Once in a while, born a whispered, "I love you!"
Once in a while, you leave treats this fool misses!
Once in a while, I feel smiles when we argue!
Once in a while, I write poems you'll favor!
Once in a while, we share ways that we're grateful!
Once in a while, it seems clear that you're braver!
Once in a while, both call politics hateful!
All of the time, I will pray you're love's answer!
All of the time, Truth's way forward escapes me!
All of the time, you're an infinite dancer!
All of the time (Oh! Dear Heart!), you're love's homey!
KK7
June 1, 2023
Once in a while everything gets tough
and I break down and cry,
but that doesn't mean much.
Sometimes I am lonely and I want to be alive
but I always make it through because of you.