Best Postlude Poems
Too good - to ever last suggested bpm 80
Vs1
When we first met, I never thought
that you could ever love me...
You were the brightest star shining
so high up above me...
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath...
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming... but not so fast
I thought the good times... just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Vs2
I remember when you said our first kiss
gave you the shivers...
And every time that we made love,
I'd watch you gently quiver
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath..
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming, but not so fast
I thought the good times, just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Postlude
Now in the heart of the night,
nightmares fade from view
Sometimes when I find peace of mind
I still... dream of you
When we first met,
I never thought that you ...
could ever love me...
December 4,2019
John Hamilton
Categories:
postlude, break up, feelings, heartbreak,
Form:
Lyric
Fell so hard...and fell so fast
Vs 1
When we first met,
I never thought I could ever love you
My foolish pride,
convinced me that I was so above you
Bridge
(but...)
I love the way you stare, with your sparkling eyes
I love the way you laugh, out loud until you cry
I love the way you move, with such grace and finesse
I love the words you use, the way you catch your breath
Chorus
You see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
I fin'ly found a love... I knew was gonna last
Now all the bad times... from all the bad loves
Are fading... now of you...I can't get enough
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
Vs 2
I remember when you said
our first kiss gave you the shivers
And every time that we
make love I watch you gently quiver
Bridge
I love the way you stare, with your sparkling eyes
I love the way you laugh, out loud until you cry
I love the way you move, with such grace and finesse
I love the words you use, the way you catch your breath
Chorus
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
I fine'ly found a love... that was gonna last
Now all the bad times... from all the bad loves
Are fading ...now of you... I can't get enough
You see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
Postlude
Now in the heart of the night,
I can't stop thinking of you
And when I finally fall asleep,
I start to dream of you....
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
you see I fell so hard...and I fell so fast
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 20 2020
Categories:
postlude, dream, love, relationship, romantic
Form:
Lyric
Wedding March starts, she comes down the church aisle.
In a beautiful white gown.
Transcending all beauty.
Eternally joining two lives to one
Saying vows to each other.
Prayer then postlude plays.
For Dr.Ram Mehta's "Wedding is one of the special events in marriage" contest
Categories:
postlude, wedding
Form:
Kimo
Ode to Silence
O primordial prelude, thou ancient sound, present before the earth was found. Interrupted by the voice of One who predated you, saying, “let there be,” and then allowing you to witness His creative power at work.
O ubiquitous companion, witness of the moment when sperm penetrated ovum and zygote was formed. You saw me before I entered mother’s consciousness and beheld the formation of my members.
Thou welcome interlude, who daily rescue me from the exhaustion of the incessant demands of daily life. As a soothing massage to an aching body, you cradle me in your arms and restore my body and soul.
O Divine command, utilized by God when He wants to get the attention of His children. “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10), He says, and we tremble and are silent in His presence.
O inevitable postlude, the destiny of mortal man. “His spirit departs, he returns to the earth, in that very day his thoughts perish” Psalm 146:4 and he enters your world of silence.
But because you were there when God made man, you were privy to the plan that man should live eternally. So you are content to hold him fast, till he’s resurrected by His Savor at last.
Categories:
postlude, religious, silence,
Form:
Ode
Too good - to ever last
Vs1
When we first met, I never thought
that you could ever love me...
You were the brightest star shining
so high up above me...
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath...
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming... but not so fast
I thought the good times... just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Vs2
I remember when you said our first kiss
gave you the shivers...
And every time that we made love,
I'd watch you gently quiver
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath..
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming, but not so fast
I thought the good times, just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Postlude
Now in the heart of the night,
nightmares fade from view
Sometimes when I find peace of mind
I still... dream of you
December 4,2019
Music and vocals added
September 23,2021
John Hamilton
Categories:
postlude, break up, goodbye, heartbreak,
Form:
Lyric
Love is a kiss
A prelude to the dreams we hum
A postlude of what has become
Love is a wine
Intoxicating heart and soul
Over the mind it gains control
Love is a song
A melody to remember
Forever a burning ember
Love is a light
Dispelling darkness in the night
Keeping hope of morning in sight
Love is an ointment
Soothing discomfort through the years
Healing our wounds, calming our fears
Love is a nourishment
A meal giving comfort and strength
Encouragement for the day’s length
Love is a refreshment
An oasis along the way
A cool drink at the end of day
Love is a Faith
Bearing hope in the worst of times
Always waiting to hear the chimes
Love is a Jewell
A dangling necklace of fine gold
Staying the same as it gets old
Love is a perfume
A fragrance seeking our favor
An aroma we can savor
Love is a curtain
Protecting our secrets and pride
A shadow where we can confide
Love is a banquet
An emotion to celebrate
A good reason to Decorate
Love is a banner
Appreciating our worth
Expressing our value on earth
Love is a flower
A lily growing from the pond
Beauty that expresses our bond
Love is a voice
A call to the places we roam
An invitation to come home
Love is a guardian
Protecting us from things that spoil
Watching over the fruits of our toil
Love is a rock
In whose cleft we obtain refuge
Granting us strength for battles huge
Love is a covering
A quilt hand pieced with perfection
Stitched with peace, hope, and affection
Love is a garden
A soil where our lives can take root
A fertile place producing fruit
Love is a spice
Amending the ordinary
Bringing taste to the contrary
Love is a tree
A gentle breeze providing shade
A place for the stories we’ve made
Love is a seal
A room that captures and confines
A lock that holds us and refines
Love is a comfort
A shelter from the wind and cold
A blanket when sick and old
Categories:
postlude, devotion, faith, heart, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
A God-honored teacher, Miss Ruth Vance
His gift to our town, His circumstance.
No replacing her bulging tote bag -
It was priceless, minus the Gucci tag."
and now the rest of the story....
Teacher extraordinaire, Miss Ruth Vance
taught eighth graders about life, perchance.
From first grade to twelfth, school musician.
Music was her primary mission.
For Halloween, she'd parade the whole school
round and round the gym! What a jewel!
Her eighth graders always danced the May Pole.
Pomp and Circumstance, our seniors' goal.
Christmas plays displayed her special niche;
school choirs of all ages sang without a hitch.
Our Mary Poppins with overstuffed school bag -
Miss Ruth, musician, teacher and wag.
Sundays at noon, she played the town postlude
doors thrown wide open, all ears were glued...
Baptists, Methodists going home from church
heard Miss Ruth, at her Presbyterian perch.
January 4, 2021
contest: Clerihew
sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
postlude, 11th grade, christmas, halloween,
Form:
Clerihew
THE ONE WHO FOLLOWED THE STORM
A postlude to The Tenth Wave
And I felt helpless, as I could do nothing
But watch them sway in the wind out to sea
Hush, hush!
There, yes, right there, if you squint you can see it
Among the debris, there, yes, right there! can't you see?
There was one, yes, indeed, listen to me, says I,
Right there!
Where?
Over there...
...He seemed to come right from nowhere
When it was thought that all breaths had been taken,
Came a salty puff of water, and then
Like a little ship, a living ship, with a bow and a stern,
And most importantly, a pointy little mast at the tip
The small twisty horn which took a spot of the moon
One narwhal, young and carelessly breaching
Like any child would, split for a moment from his tribe
To watch the ghostly stillness of the ocean with soft wet eyes
Before he bobbed back with mothers, fathers, sons, daughters
To discover new lands, new lives and loves..
Categories:
postlude, ocean,
Form:
Prose Poetry
First date
Is most lingering
And the most memorable
Happenings in ones’ life
Especially to anyone
Who has fallen in love!
When the first date
Happened in ones’ first love!
It is an unforgettable
Moment in ones’ life, there’s the killjoy and the escort
Consider the many anxieties
The first kiss followed with many other more
The sensuality and the success,
Sometimes the tragedy and trauma ending a first love
The prelude and the postlude
Everything in the deep recesses of the mind and heart.
Which date a culmination of elopement and unplanned marriage
The unmentionable the precedent superseded by a bigger event.
The behind the scenes back-up by denials and alibis and escapades!
The hideaways of movies and parks
The torrid kissings, the necking, and pettings
The secret personal meeting
And the discovery…the upheaval and the infantisizing stage!
You never know and you’ll never forget!
Dalila Agtani
7/4/11
Categories:
postlude, love
Form:
Narrative
Cotton Bootie Enlistment
by Odin Roark
How innocent the booties of birth
If only their cast remembrance
Might remain but nostalgia
Instead
Their bronze symbolism
Merely encases a once simple smile
A semblance of purity
Lost ever so soon
History
Like a voracious virus
Infects this childlike innocence
Creates its own immunity
Thrusting virulent audacity
Minimizing one’s virtuous cotton footwear
Naively seeking only durability
A faux synthetic
Or tanned leather
Yet
The species remains bent to create
The next test-tube imperviousness
Minimizing rugged soles of
Arabian oil based rubber
But yesterday’s chapter
High tech miracles
Deliver
Gripping
Climbing
Running
Advancing
Attacking
Conquering
Foot cover impervious
Yet never forgetting such simple beginnings
Ultimately
The acrid smoke
Merging into our heated global atmosphere
Further heats subjugation's resolve
Only the last chapter of earth’s historical tome remains
Postlude
The vortex of history’s repeated resting places
Where roadside bombs facilitate
Body bags of findable parts
Where calloused bare feet of refugees fleeing
Know only purity never lost
Even Salvation Army’s handout footwear
Good for the tucked fetal position
Beneath homeless cardboard shelters
Remembers the booties of birth
Somewhere along the line
Leaden boots seemingly rendering freedom
Remain beholden to the heel and toe of control
Where dominance patiently waits
Try as we may
Weighty footprints
Foretell the future
From birth to death
Their ponderous reality
Remains often guised
But forever remaining
The ever threatening
Leaden boots of tomorrow’s
Cotton bootie enlistment
Categories:
postlude, war,
Form:
Free verse
Prayer's positive potential is not as substitute for planning.
Prayer might be a prelude to planning,
and might be an appropriate postlude
to fully implemented plans,
whether psalm of gratitude
or requiem of remorse
depending on healthy and pathological outcomes.
Even better,
some gratitude and humble remorse,
held together,
demonstrating we have learned something
from our nondual co-arising trial and error
and yet continue improving
our further therapeutic refinements.
But, whether my life plans are what happened
while Earth continuously revolved in other distressing directions,
or I continue learning to plan somewhat more cooperatively
and multiculturally
and inductively and deductively co-arising
togetherly more than separately,
prayer is the active planner's co-redemptive bookend,
Alpha and Omega double-binding points of reorientation,
not my personal How to Save the World book,
much less exegetically seminal scripture.
Prayer is my yeasty bread and liturgical garnish,
but not the red meat
of ego/ecologically balanced regenerative planning.
Categories:
postlude, earth day, health, humor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
PRELUDE
King David did break all Ten Commandments in one act (2 Samuel 11:2-5)
All it takes is one to break the pact (James 2:10)
THE X COMMANDMENTS
He made Bathsheba a goddess (2 Samuel 11)
Her body was his idol, to him she was hottest (2 Samuel 11:4)
He caused others to take God’s Name in vain (2 Samuel 11:14)
Did he keep the Sabbath Day? (1 Kings 20:29)
Where were his thoughts on that day?
Were Jesse and Nitzevet honored by
their son's behavior? (Is. 11:1; Ps 86:16)
This is why God sent the Savior (Psalm 51:4; Matt. 1:21)
With David’s rape of Bathsheba and murder of Uriah (2 Samuel 11)
In one fell swoop he struck his Messiah (Number 20:11; 1 Cor. 10:1-14)
He stole Uriah's wife (2 Samuel 11)
And stole his life......
(Ahimelech was fed a lie and gave the showbread
To feed David and his men instead)(1 Samuel 21:1-6)
........Sullying Uriah’s reputation (2 Samuel 11:14-21)
And coveting Uriah’s all and everything and
things that might have been
Why? King David ruled kingdoms and had many wives (2 Samuel 3:2-6)
and concubines (2 Samuel 5:13)
POSTLUDE
Nathan shared a parable with the king
He became irate, then shame came
As the prophet revealed the guilty man (2 Samuel 12:1-15)
It was King David guilty off all by one act
(So let us remember (we are all sinners) that one act (Of commission or omission) can offend many, especially God)
Categories:
postlude, bible, jesus, jewish, lust,
Form:
Couplet
A Nightingale sings
Nightingale: The night songstress
Sweetest songbird always to impress
mostly singing at night
and in day with same delight.
Tune melodious
Appealing gracious
in sonic Nature’s kingdom.
One can miss sweet tweet seldom.
Male bird sings to allure female.
Nature’s claim: Same for Nightingale.
Prelude starts at night rolling to interlude
reaching postlude to conclude
on Sunrise at morn,
declaring glory of dawn.
As dew drops to glisten,
eager female bird to listen
to the song of Nightingale.
and dew drops sparkle as spangles.
06/08/21
'This or That Vol 3 ' Contest by Edward Ibeh
Fourth Place
Title chosen 'A Nightingale sings Dawn's Glory'
First Place
A Brian Strand Formed Poetry
Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
postlude, appreciation, bird, night, song,
Form:
Rhyme
MEET ME IN MY SOLITUDE
I sank deep in her sweet song.
She started on soft soothing prelude.
Flooded in mild melody
She rolled into gentle interlude.
Being floated in my fancy dream
whelmed to swim with joy in plenitude.
Music mesmerized my heart.
Lost myself: She reached postlude.
Symphony surged silent soul.
How to thank, paying her gratitude ?
Told,’ Where may I meet you Ma'am?'
Tune resonating in quietude.
Mystic lady smiled little
starting new music in prelude.
First sentence was voiced as
‘Come and meet me in my solitude.’
12/04/16 Quatrain on same rhyming.
Edited on 04/15/20
Third Place
'STRAND NO. 730' Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
postlude, solitude, song,
Form:
Quatrain
GRACE AND SOLITUDE
Sparkling Sun on verdant valley of super silence.
Symphony of dazzling rays of sizzling Sun in prelude.
Dreamy dormant desires in dolor, deep and dense,
suffusing in opulence blending in quietude.
Dim sunlight on twilight pasting hues on sky-canvas
Tranquil ambient runs on cadence of interlude.
Blooming passion on confusion confined in mind-vase.
Evening melody showers solace in plenitude.
Sadness on starless somber turquoise sky
resonating on aria of serene soul in postlude.
Efflux of ethereal emotion oozing to fly,
enjoying ecstasy in graceful sublime solitude.
05/05 /20
Third Place
'Grace and solitude' Contest by John Hamilton
First Place
'All Yours ( Mar 29 ) Contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
postlude, appreciation, peace, sky, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme