Best Over Again Poems
Over and over again
I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.
You whispered to me in a sweet dream.
“Over and over my dearest,
we can run but we cannot hide.
Even love afar,
make the heart wish to be serenade by true love caress.
The tapestry of life, is never fair.
You and I, soulmates in some distance place and today.
We are captured by the turmoil of life.
I know, as you do.
If I had you near,
I would drink of your lips, your skin and fall into your into your warmth of serene breasts. I would never release you and I would pray.
Please hold me close and caress my face and hair till we cannot no-more,
please make me feel alive again.
I would want you to whisper to me, sweet words of love into the midnight hours.
You are capture my heart and you are my love alone.
Over and over again, we go.
Please forgive me,
for finding you when my sedated life was accepted.
You are sugar and spice, everything nice.
My wish is for you never to cry, for you to laugh and to know joy.
My endearing hope is,
is you to know only joy and happiness,
every day of your life.
Sweet words, gentle voice made me wish for places where life is simple.
Long walks, long talks.
Drinking coffee and tea,
watching the morning arise and be content with any place we can be.
and love remembered
.
Love be sweet, love be kind.
Love alive is never forgotten.
Johnnie/Coyote
Categories:
over again, devotion, heart, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I wonder if fate had me pegged all along life’s path. My sagging smile and breasts, still lifting though depressed. My husband and I adapt to the grandparent role, understanding only now the heavy hearts of our own grandparents. The fate of the aged is fine wine, elephant wrinkles, forgetfulness and dying relatives and friends.
On the lighter side, I remember Laugh Ins’ fickle finger of fate. Now it’s pointing at me. The other day, when I walked down the stairs, with creaky knees and ankles, I told myself, “walk like a twenty year old,” then again as I became unbalanced, “fall like a fifty year old.” And there you have it - all the joy, wisdom and heartiness of late.
6/25/2018
Categories:
over again, age, fate,
Form:
Prose Poetry
All over again
A lemon drop glow
embraces the morning sky
along a weary horizon’s edge
illuminating a wondrous morning
Alive with the music of nature
singing in harmony with two hearts,
we hear a melody that echoes from
here to there and back again
And as the last star bids farewell,
watching its nighttime canvas
awaken to blues skies
and white cotton clouds
A new spring day arrives
in all of its splendor
as we fall in love,
all over again
Good morning Soupers
Categories:
over again, good morning,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes life takes turns that we least expect
Days filled with confusion or worry what will happen
Sometimes feeling trapped, without solutions
Still, there is a way through just waiting for you
Maybe not as quick as you want or as easy as thought
Patience is the answer in times we wish to change
The key is to live moments while things are unsolved
When we don’t have the answers we seek just yet
Know that you are not alone in hardships to face
Know that you can survive what feels impossible
Try and try again when you are able and ready
Rest like the sun when it sets upon your worries
Rise with the blessing of a new day upon you
Know that when you wake it is ok start over again
Heidi Sands
5/28/17
Categories:
over again, encouraging, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Over and Over Again…
Twisting and turning, the fire that’s burning
Keeps me writhing in pain
And all that I fear, is becoming so clear
Pouring like blood from a vein
Facing the truth, I can’t stop the abuse
I just don’t know where to turn
Do I bow down and hide, are the answers inside
To the questions and lessons unlearned
I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…
From the time I awake, in the mirror I face
All of the wrongs that I’ve never made right
When I lay down to sleep, I’m searching for peace
But I can’t make it through the night
I rise and I fall and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
How much more can I take, before I past the point and break
With no honor left to defend…
Each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say
But then it starts over and over again…
The darkness inside me, now circles around me
Given life, it is freed from the cage
Every light now gone black, I can’t see front to back
Have I run out of room on the page…
Every light now gone black and I am under attack
For my life, this is a war I must wage…
I rise and I fall, and I’m waiting for the call
Or some sign that signals it’s the end
But each and every day, there is something in the way
And it starts over and over again
Each and every day, I run out of things to say, then it starts over and over again…
Categories:
over again, conflict, fear, feelings, introspection,
Form:
Lyric
I sat at a table
It was a table for one;
There was a mirror
And a pay phone
Seated at the head,
They had all brazenly said:
"This, is ahead of its time"
- Then someone with an agenda
Started forming the lines,
Behind ulterior motives
To be the first to capitalize.
And pretty soon,
With the grand accessories
Of these mock identities,
We were all just living cartoons;
While our petty self-image
Obfuscated the truth
- There was only one presence,
Beneath the mask of our skin,
An emptiness of being,
Void of existential meaning.
Within the inner circle of youth culture,
Someone passed through
Something was familiar; nothing seemed new...
...Not to sound jaded by age
- But I've seen more recent advancement
In the Police State
Than I have in the common man as of late
- I guess some things really do never change?
Categories:
over again, angst, hyperbole, philosophy, political,
Form:
Free verse
CAN WE START LOVE OVER AGAIN
Just because you love me and I love you back it doesn't mean we are a perfect match,
You like me from day dot, and I’ve got an open heart, for you,
Still doesn’t mean we have a future together in this world,
But I’ll still be loving you, lusting you, wanting you, needing you next to me,
So please listen up b,
We can see where life has in store for us, what life has in order for us,
So please can we start all over again,
Put down are barriers, and start love all over again,
Because I know you love me but it appears you are scared of loving me.....
I know you're not scared of lions, tigons or bears but you're scared of loving me....
So can we just start love all over again...?
Tallan J Bent (c) 23/02/09 03:49Hrs
Categories:
over again, friendship, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
All over again
Enchanting the season
offered for free
Walking a pathway
just you and me
Sonnets of springtime
afloat on the breeze
Harmonic ripples
to tickle the trees
Hummingbird wishes
of garden delight
Rose petal flutters
neath skies ever bright
Irises blooming,
lavender too
Sunrise concertos
on mornings so new
Surrounded by beauty,
these days that we spend
Falling in love
all over again
Good morning Soupers
Categories:
over again, good morning,
Form:
Rhyme
DESERT STORM ALL OVER AGAIN
Destiny is an ideal
An idea that destroyed him
Fate is a cruel mistress
That chews love up again and again
Promising Fantastical futures
Never prophesizing the real.
This is it
This is a line in the sand
This is forever
Is this a great loves end?
It was stupid to expect anything
Other than disappointment
It was so stupid of him.
To put these expectations
On an unavailable soul to depend.
A critical mistake
Entering this war, without an ability to win.
This campaign of chemical warfare
This operation to destroy happiness and freedom
This useless grudge-driven conflict
Is not aware
That we sacrifice when we win
Our own liberation.
Indigenously unfair.
Categories:
over again, betrayal, love hurts, storm,
Form:
Chant Royal
silence&
broken phrasing
overlapped
mechanical
s o u n d s ,
hunting for a home:
arbitrary
stanzas
strophes
hushed
&muted
anaphora
in
conversation
....with
myself
Categories:
over again, music, poetry,
Form:
Verse
I lost the closest of friends
And can't explain just what it meant to me
It's like a piece of me died
While letting something else enter me
And now the thoughts of seeing him
Will be the only thing that gets to me
Because for longer than I thought
I was more than hard to handle
Like a knife with a sharpened handle
But now the blunts have dulled the edge
So when I see him on the mantle
All the pictures of the times
That I've pictured in my mind
More than riches, more than wine
Will keep his vision still alive
More than anything I wish
That I could have a little time
But when I get to the gates
I can't begin to describe
Exactly how it'll feel
When I look into his eyes
And see the oldest of friends
And when I finally arrive
I shouldn't show with a pen
What we'll do, but I know in the end
We'll have the times of our lives
All over again.
Categories:
over again, absence, death of a
Form:
Epitaph
(Lines 1-3 of the poem are those of the sponsor, Constance La France)
"Fantasy is the magical stuff much of my poetry is made of." by author
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand,
rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving this reality behind, far behind,
I close my eyes. . . I’m in a field of clover!
I stand there enthralled by its loveliness.
I lie down; it’s like being in a verdant sea,
and fluffy clouds in an azure sky
seem to be swimming lazily above me.
Over and over and over again,
I roll the three rocks. There’s a change of scene.
I’m floating on one of those clouds up above,
this time looking down at the clover sea of green.
The cloud, in the shape of an elephant,
takes me for a ride across the sky.
Oh, that cloud is changing its shape now.
I’m falling, wondering if I will die!
I roll those magic rocks over and over and over again,
closing my eyes, for fear I’ll hit the ground.
My eyes fly open, and I’m so surprised,
for in a dry hot desert I’m now found.
Sweltering, I look around. This is not for me.
Over and over and over again,
I roll those three rocks, and then in a blink -
I’m in a woods on the wing of a wren.
I’m as small as a fairy on this bird’s wing.
She soars to a mountain. I feel myself shiver.
Next she flies downward, and absolute blue
is beckoning me. We’re following a river.
I love all I’m seeing, but tired am I.
Still clasping the magic rocks inside my hand,
over and over and over again, I roll them.
Oh my, I see a winter wonderland.
A blanket of snow I have fallen into.
It’s glistening with beauty, but it’s so cold.
I’m weary and longing just to be home.
Can the rocks hear me and do as they’re told?
This time I speak out while rolling the three rocks
over and over and over again: “Take me home.”
I’m in my own bed! Was it all but a dream?
The three rocks have vanished. Will I no more magically roam?
Categories:
over again, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Today, like yesterday and the day before I have to start over again.
I have to learn to live, laugh and love through the pain,
Learn to walk with confidence, I can't even consider running
How? I dont know, so I guess I need to live without knowing.
Tomorrow would be the same and the day there after,
Learning to live without your love or laughter.
Yes I will still love, but I won't be love like I was loved before.
Yes I will laugh again, but your laughter I will hear no more.
I will live life again, but it will be a life without you.
Is it worth it? It won't be easy but I have to
Categories:
over again, bereavement, christian, cry, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Over and over again
The Same pain
I see the same Image
I can’t take away my love from you
but these same horrible memories can’t be removed
I just wanted to love you, but there always a black cloud,
All black everything I can’t Believe you still acting like that same old black ally cat with no direction no reason for anymore conversation opps I am mean no options Clearly you are the same person
Over and over again
The Same pain
I see the same Image once again, more and more
What the point of pleasure where there always pain/ you have created a monster inside of me
Over and over again
The Same pain
With the same feeling
The tension in the room between us is covered with hateful thoughts like why did I ever meet you?
Over and over again same song same Merry –go- round over and over again
The Same pain
Same touch no more cries
Life is a game and it’s not fair I can’t weather the storm but I do have a direction whether I leave to exit from the front door or the rear.
JCMT 11/19/14
“what going be today sunny day or a bad day?”
Categories:
over again, absence,
Form:
Verse
The Devil lurks in the light
in the ever shifting shadows of the world
between here and there
in-between the silhouettes of leafs on the concrete wear
waiting to twist everything out of perspective: into his might
where you don’t know which way to go anymore
He comes to you like a fake gentleman
with manners and a grin
scheming to your desires and fears
eating at your pain/suffering as a refined four-course meal
He whispers evil thoughts into your ears down to your heart
saying them over and over again
a creature of habit and repetition
preying upon you with what has worked in the past
To make you give up and loose your focus
He uses the souls out there
like puppets without their strings cut
manipulating them
influencing them
tempting them
in emotion and thought
yet you seem like the crazy one for eyes wide open
He Puts up detour signs along your path
into situations you cannot avoid
coercing you to make decisions to derail you
to try and make you hate yourself
with the real choices and emotions that showcases your flaws
that highlights your weaknesses
trying to detrimentally change you
To push you away from your love ones/friends
To separate you from God and love ones and yourself
have you double think every just choice you ever have made
put into question your thinking process
to exaggerate your flaws
bring you to focus upon one tree in the forest
To see as the world does
He tries to take you from your good and chosen path
To be for God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost,
To be of Love
The Devil will prey on you with the indefinite
The Unknown
never knowing when the battle will end
wanting you to loose faith and hope
to just quit and walk away
from all that you have worked so hard for and sown
when everything you ever wanted was just around the corner
away from all of the illusions, delusions, and torment
This is why we must always wear The Armor of God
To stay on the straight and narrow and absolute course
with The Word in hand and Jesus in step
We stay the course til the end…
Let the battle cries begin over and over again
Categories:
over again, christian, god, imagery, jesus,
Form:
Prose Poetry