Best Put Back Poems
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked,
a secret kept like a pebble in my shoe, now smarting.
If heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
Make scars worth the fight, put back the pin from grenade you grasped,
moment of truth arrives, met with two lips bruised and parting.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
I thought I walked the streets alone, wearing a grotesque mask.
You were inside me all along, sweet message imparting.,
if heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
How I've missed your awaited touch, and hoping it would last,
our sun grant'd pardons galore, for love's kindled restarting.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
I didn't say why I came back, you never took me to task.
tho' written in an inkling, the tear your eye was guarding..
if heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
You never miss something until it goes and die is cast.
Your present regifted, from a long ago departing.
Forgive me for loving you, even though you never asked.
If heart dares to belong, it's just a weakness from my past.
26 December 2020
Categories:
put back, desire, forgiveness, friend, motivation,
Form:
Villanelle
Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them at the base of her wall.
She sees the trees as he increases her diseases.
Deepening predatory penetrations as he pleases!
Cracking, fracking, hating, taking, and breaking.
Bringing about disappearing, as pain stains, her shamed awakening!
If we could have, would we have, mournfully watched?
Or instead, would we have held her wrists,
pulled at reddened panties, excruciated her sufferings?
Instead, we placated horrific tugged observations,
waited, pretended to see nothing,
drank our mocha-chino from starry cups!
we sat and licked our lips to the calming sound of muzak,
preferring voyeuristic aristocracy.
Oh how she cursed his kissing and biting,
the sucking of her Texan black gold!
All the while he praised her caged loins,
filling a billion barrels with her oil...
Until the time her flame set fire to his cursed wanting!
Until she summoned the winds from the east.
It was time to birth the spawn of his treachery.
Lava poured forth from mountainous risings!
He must suckle upon her displeasure,
until like creosol, his noxious presence,
combines with his own wasted wood.
Thus preserving his monumental failures,
encasing them within layers of his strangled death!
A voice called out from the West, "Where is the foolish man?
Who is left to sing about his great accomplishments?
His peculiar monuments have been laid to waste,
not a single brick remains in it's place."
No one is left to excavate the woeful forgotten.
She "Mother" seeps into the soil to reclaim his blood,
her womb is once again fertile.
She asks "Do we wish to begin again?"
The start of a great pause stings her ears!
She looks and understands,
"It is no longer good.”
Categories:
put back, abuse, anxiety,
Form:
Narrative
Endings or beginnings, there's reason for change
circling around me, are seasons, rearranged
As we say farewell to our place in the sun
Goodbye to our cove on the beach and the fun,
but hello to the chores, and sweeping leaves by the door
With the first icy fingers , hoar frost on the windows,
we'll attack and will stack all the chairs in the garage.
We'll put back barbecues, while the rake, and the hoe,
are in charge of our life, till that last leaf is gone
Take a cue, shortening days, and the color of dawn
Dew on the lawn, wet days, and light snow,
tell us that nature, abundant with harvest,.. grows
and is bringing a new brilliant show.
Blossoms are fading, and gold leaves are falling
The acorns are dropping and bouncing like rain
A north wind is brewing with clouds on the horizon
promising raindrops. Jack Frost on the sill!
Now is time when the year curves around,
for, summer is fading, soon, and winter will fall
Daylight is shrinking, with more time for thinking
of pencils, and school-books and buses in yellow
Horizons are purple, with brilliance that sizzles
blazing the hillside, while aspens are shivering.
The whole world is spread with a bright golden band
shouting with color, while painting our land.
Sun ripened trees, are stirred in the breeze
The scent of ripe apples alive in the trees
Popcorn and football, and nights at the movies
Endings, beginnings, let's give them a whirl...
Time for reflection, all's right with the world !
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For Contest: "Seasonal"
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
9/20/15
Categories:
put back, autumn, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
From a distance she looks at peace, having fun doing her thing. But objects don't
always appear the same from afar, if you take a deep look into someone's eyes it
tells the story.
Her eyes once filled with hopes and dreams for the future full of happiness and
joy. Her eyes now sit only filled with the tears and sorrows of her life fading, like
the now dim twinkle that once shone so bright in her eyes.
If you look deep into her eyes, you notice the pain and torture she tries so hard to
cover up. If you ever have the chance to see pass that shield that tries to cover up
the pain in her eyes, you will see that her eyes are now empty.
Her eyes seem lifeless but in her mind she is being held a prisoner. Not
knowing if things will get better. For every time she thinks she is at her lowest
she finds out it is bottomless, like her cold, dark, empty, lifeless eyes.
She often wondered if it was really worth sticking it out, for if it wasn't to get better
what was the point.
She stands in front of the mirror. Tears running from her eyes down her cheek to
end at her heart. Her heart which is cold and frosted over.
She misses the happiness and joy she once felt, now she is numb and her heart
beats no more. She looks deep into her own cold eyes with anger, knowing it is
all her own fault why her sorry excuse of a life is this way.
She is tired of it all, she just wants it all to stop. She feels like her brain is about
to explode. She just wants silence and to be free of this pain and torture.
She takes one last look into that mirror, deep into those empty eyes. She closes
her eyes, her last tear rolls down her cheek. Her body trembles with anger.
She opens her eyes to notice them filled with anger and hate. She hated that
person in the mirror more than anyone could imagine. Her fist clenched with
furry, she smashed the mirror.
She looked at herself in the mirror on the floor. She was broken in a million
pieces and knew she could never be put back together. She picked up the piece
of glass that her eyes were upon. She then fell to the floor and lied in the
shattered glass that was her life.
Her eyes are open. The pain and suffering is gone. She is released from the
torturing hell that was her life. She is free now and the twinkle now forever back in
her eyes.
Categories:
put back, death, loss, sad, heart,
Form:
My love, let me leave you for a while
It will not take any longer
Remember that I'm just here
I'm not saying goodbye.
I'll find my way back to you
When the right time has come
I fill your cup of coffee
I'll put back your precious smile.
Dry your tears, make up your life
Soon we'll hold each other hands
We'll share our love that so divine
In a place where no one could divide us.
But for now, I'll be gone in the night
Don't feel that you're alone
'cause I'm watching from afar
Remember that I will never say goodbye.
Categories:
put back, butterfly, cry, goodbye, irony,
Form:
Concrete
Nature is so fantastic as she produces
gems that delight ones very soul.
She works hard behind the scenes
quietly repairing the damage we do.
I take pleasure in small little things
like butterflies flitting around flowers.
Stirring leaves to see a host of insects
that quickly scurry back into hiding.
The gorgeous colours on her palette
that tease and seduce the senses.
The stately magnificent of trees
that gently shade tender shoots.
Soaring mountains that enchant
with their sense of mystery.
Oceans that teem with life
the majesty of whales leaping.
There is so much to beguile
so many new things springing
to life, that tempt a weary soul
and put back a sense of purpose.
Nature is so very special
as she tends to the seasons.
Filling us with joy of life
and making our world special.
Categories:
put back, nature,
Form:
Ode
Ample vicissitudes we both had faced
after the blood-curdling shipwreck while on voyage
trapped in a warren, dreams sailed in a haze
my young master bravely tamed me for his advantage
I became his bosom friend, worth not to put back in a cage.
Young master, what a strong faith you had!
despite the danger you didn’t give up
you had the power, a gift unparalleled to any other lad
to commiserate a beast was not your mishap
nature’s realm was exalted by your heart to the top.
While the wave-tracks lead to uncertainties,
life-boat drifted along the sea in misery
you felt at ease with me despite your difficulties
as fishes miraculously abounded, I fed myself happily
believing that you were the best angler who did all things for me.
I hummed a song in a long journey of anguish
on our way awaited all the scorching hassles
the gale of storm flogged once more its piece
mysterious island beckoned with its ostentatious obstacles
but, your courage and prayers walked over all troubles
finally, I found my lair through your ardent struggles.
August 12, 2013 6.30pm
©2013by Leonora Galinta
Second Place
Contest: any poem goes
Judged: 12/30/2013
Sponsor: Poet Linda PD
Categories:
put back, adventure, animal, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
The sun sneaked through the curtain,
And lightened up the place,
Where you'd normally lay your head.
And as I lay alone, beside you,
I can almost feel your breath,
Upon the back of my neck.
I drag myself into the day,
And for a second I see you in the mirror,
Sitting on the edge of our bed.
As I walk into the bathroom,
I hear you call me from the bedroom,
But when I look, you are not there.
I laugh at myself,
In the kitchen,
As I put back a second plate.
I feel the warmth of your arm wrapped around me,
As tears full of my love for you,
Fall from my face.
Categories:
put back, life, lost love,
Form:
Thrice I was asked the age old question
Was the glass half full or half empty
Always afraid of a trick, I could not make sense of the axiom
The possibility of either did make me think plenty.
One day two friends came and filled a glass to the brim
I took my own, curious, I filled mine halfway
Not to boast, but I smiled, and made a grin
I asked of them the same question to let them say.
Both were concerned and afraid of my disorder
I drank, drained the glass, and put back in the sink
I finally made a decision & my mind was in order
I saw it as both, neither, and a tool from which to drink!
You see, I always saw optimism naïve as half full
Pessimism it is always half empty and no fun
Realism it is just a glass and the question is null
Opportunism is to use the glass first so my thirst is undone.
Sincerely,
the Opportunist
Copyright 3/11/14
Categories:
put back, drink, humorous, identity, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Maybe we're all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we all have cubbies and shelves.
Cubbies where we stash things,
And shelves where we display things.
Things we adore and things we despise.
Things of happy times and things of not so happy things.
You can never know a cabinet,
Until you open it.
You can never know until,
You dissect it.
Screw by screw,
Board by board.
Until you can take it apart and put it back together,
With your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back.
You can never know until,
You've searched the cubbies and shelves.
Knowing everything by heart.
Memorizing every sadness,
Every smile,
Every unimportant detail.
See it's kinda like that old saying.
"You can never judge a book by it's cover"
You can never judge a person by who they are on the outside.
Maybe we are all people waiting for someone to open us up.
To search through our cabinets.
To dissect us.
Many people will open you up take what they want,
And leave.
But don't dismay,
For many people will search and scour,
Long forgetting what they opened you up for.
They will get enchanted by your cubbies and shelves.
They will seek out false bottoms and secret compartments.
Leading to deeper things,
Long forgotten.
For they will be the person,
To take you apart.
But when you are put back together,
You'll notice things.
Things like the sadness,
Doesn't seem so sad anymore.
The unimportant details have become,
So much more than you ever thought they could be.
And when you're put back together,
You will be stronger.
You're scratches and dents no longer take up your life.
All because someone cared enough to open your life up.
To find the answer to why you are the way you are.
Because,
Maybe,
We're all cabinets of wonder.
Categories:
put back, cheer up, dream, happy,
Form:
Free verse
She sees her reflection
In the mirror in her room
She sees the perfection
That awaits a groom
She knows nothing
Except her beauty
she cares for nothing
But to be happy
She was ready
To be happy
Thats all she really
Wanted to be
And to marry
A wealthy handsome
Was To be happy
And Have a big Mansion
And now shes in the white Gown
And she feels... Glad
I mean "hes your Own"
The dream that you had
Thats exactly it:You had
Now its gone right?
The feeling of never being sad
Is back in all its might
But thats just it
Its not the marriage thats wrong
He just sees a pretty tit
He is not where you belong
You belong In James
The blonde and the pretty
The smart and no games
The broke but the witty
"You love Him"
Its true;Is'nt it
You love him
And hes gone ,but he fit
"Now that you know right"
Put back the fit of your puzzle
You want to be the rich wife
But do you want to die with a 50 something muzzle?
Your not a pretty face
& James Knows exactly that
Your beauty in this case
Is not the only fact
....
Years To Come:
You never made it to the wedding
They all said you were dead
But i know your a live one, my friend
Your just with James making a living
Categories:
put back, weddinglove,
Form:
Rhyme
I visited a garage sale. And had a
surprised look on my face.
I noticed that some things
were "out of place."
To my right... Was a shelf filled with books..
And Christian ones too.
To my left... Was a sign that read;
"I have adult movies for you."
I wondered and thought with
some kind of amazement.
"Does this person read these books.
And watch this "entertainment?"
This is common in many Christian homes...
Often... People cross God's
"boundaries" and "safety zones."
Anyone can go to church.
Pray, sing and "shed a tear."
Not realizing that sin's temptation
is drawing ever so near.
Do you seek God's holiness and the
power of Jesus' name?
But each night... Before bedtime...
Things aren't quite the same...
Have you opened up your heart
and mind... And live life unfulfilled?
Is this the way you ought to live?
Is this what God has willed?
He desires to live inside of you.
And help you to discover.
With any stronghold in life. He'll help you to recover!
Are things in life "out of place?"
And need to be put back together?
Allow God's word to guide you!
His promises are forever!
Everything will be where it should be...
With Jesus In control!
Only he can defeat the enemy that
seeks to destroy your soul!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
put back, confusion, daughter, dedication, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
The Boat
In the harbor there is a galleon you can buy dinner on.
They sing shanty songs and talk to wild mermaids until sunset.
Then all, are quiet,
as we watch the brightness together,
touch the water in the distance…
sizzling, in silence, melting into liquid gold on the sea.
Then, ever so slowly…gone.
The music continues. The laughter grows. This is a good time.
The flag is hoisted, the bells ring, pirates have come aboard.
The gallant crew defend, the intruders are put back.
The skull is tossed into the water… the watery depths they embrace.
The cheers, tell all. The show was grand indeed.
Cutlasses flashing, muskets afire, all the players in their dressed attire.
Home ward we set the sail, a pleasant trip it was…
Adventure, wild on the high seas, for a small price.
Thankfully, only a play, as not to say…
They were not fierce indeed.
Categories:
put back, adventure, america, freedom, good
Form:
Free verse
I sat under a cloudy sky...
Looked up to see a rainbow cry...
The colors ran down to my feet...
In a puddle of sadness it filled the street...
With just two hands I scooped it up...
And brushed it back on with little disrupt...
Now all the colors put back in place...
With a touch and feel of silk and lace...
Categories:
put back, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
I saw a child playing in the park,
who seemed to be all alone;
I thought he looked a little too young
to be out here on his own.
I looked around for an adult
under whose care this boy might be;
But nowhere could I see anyone
accept this boy and me.
He was just playing so happily,
in the sandbox and on the swing;
Singing to himself a little song –
I just stood there listening.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star”,
in a voice so tiny and sweet;
He looked up and gave me a smile
when our eyes finally did meet.
“Is there anyone here watching you?”
I asked the little boy;
“Hey Mister, want to play with me,
in the sandbox with my toy?”
I stepped a little closer,
took off my socks and shoes;
“Isn’t there anyone nearby here
keeping a watch out over you?”
“Hey Mister I’m not really here,
I’m just the little boy inside your heart;
But you can still play in the sandbox,
I just wanted to help you get a start.”
I looked around in a state of confusion,
wondering if I’d lost my sanity;
Then I started making a sand castle
satisfied there was nobody else around but me.
After about a half an hour,
I brushed the sand off my suit pants;
Put back on my socks and shoes,
so happy I could do a dance;
My lunch hour was over,
back to the office I must go;
I heard the little boy say, “Goodbye”,
“I’m here every day, don’t you know”.
Categories:
put back, life, boy,
Form:
Rhyme