Best Rack My Brain Poems
"The Wretched Prince"
You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
It seems
Because I treated
You so bad,
Destroying everything
We had
And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine
I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair
A precious jewel
You would be,
Honored, Treasured,
Loved by me
I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
And nothing
Would I keep from you
But this is not
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail
Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Quite capable
Of killing dreams
A Hero?
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test
And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart
We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair
I promised not
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame
You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead
Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground
It into dust
I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
To fall
I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget
And if I could
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock
I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you
But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old
With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate
These words I offer
Unto you,
With hope you can
Believe they're true
You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
From you
I pray that God
Will soon repair,
The heart
I was so quick to tear
I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared
Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone
All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life
Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place
We once called home
This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part,
Of your sweet song
A Princess,
I can never claim,
But I will not
Forget your name,
My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.
Time passes,
I look in retrospect
on a life petering out.
Memories rack my brain,
there under the pine tree
we stand embraced
in perfect harmony,
our names chiselled
on the tree's trunk,
our love in unison
our passion fulfilled.
Time passes
like the monotonous tick tock
of an old wall clock
rigorous and unrelenting
obdurate and harsh.
Our feelings are chiselled
in a book of love.
Life's a continuum,
like a smooth sand dune
until some heavy breeze
ruffles the surface,
then the calm and back
to the velvety smoothness
of our devotion and love.
Time passes,
steadily and pitiless,
sharing, dividing, consolidating
all that we had construed,
until my last entry is there:
rest in peace my sweet.
Soon we'll be together again
as I wane and wither;
soon our names will be chiselled
on a flat cold stone
soon I'll rest too
forever with my love.
I wish I knew the reason why
An X, L, V and I, I, I
Is how one can identify
Which Super Bowl this is.
Though Roman numerals I hate,
Without them, one could not equate
Those letters with game 48 -
It’s almost like a quiz.
I wonder who decided that
The Roman way is where it’s at;
It had to be a bureaucrat
Or mathematics whiz.
So every year I rack my brain
In hopes that yes, I did retain
Those skills to let me ascertain
Which Super Sunday ‘tis.
Words stumble out of my mouth, I grope for words
Trying to pull words out of thin air
I rack my brain for thoughts but it wouldn’t budge
I stare at things for long time
Just trying to figure what my thoughts are
Looking from another perspective I try to gather what my feelings are
Is it joy, is it happiness is it peace?
Maybe it is calm; it is the smile, maybe the laugh
It is the tear, Is it love?
Maybe it is pain, sorrow
No, it is the feeling when you drown in the cold arctic ocean
The paralyzing of body and the numbness of the brain
It is the helplessness, the hopelessness,
The fear that is what it is.
The unbearable pain threatening to hang over us
Is this what I think?
The word is simple; it is life that I think about
And it is all the above
I know your sad , I know your alone...
I rack my brain to change your tone...
I guess I'll pull up a chair next to your soul...
My page will start off blank till this poem is told...
I will dip my pen in the warmth of your heart...
Then dot the verses with a darker shade that's apart...
When all is complete and the form is intact...
My voice will echo through where a smile has lacked...
inspired by Tracie "Dreamweaver"
As I sat on the couch in the living room,
I began to think about life and how it
goes by in a flash.
And what would I do if death came
knocking right then and there.
Had I made amends with the creator?
Am I a woman of integrity? Would I
plead for my life and beg for more time?
Did I have any regrets? Did I live my life
to the fullest? Did I rebuild the bridges
that I’ve burned?
I realized at that very moment that I
fell short. I haven’t lived my life to
the fullest; I haven’t lead a noble and
just live. Death is an appointment that
I can't cancel. I started to rack my brain,
wondering what to do; as the tears
began to flow, I thought, about how
unpredictable life is? It takes many turns.
Each day we live, we are close to death.
In an instance, my answer came through
my tears.
I had gotten a breakthrough.
As long as I have life in me, I must focus
on the things that matter most. Live each
day as though it was my last, aim to live
a life free of regrets.
4-29-2021
He was tall,
dark & handsome!
I was ready
to pay him a ransom!
I fell for
his rookie charm,
All I wanted
was to hold his arm!
So I approached him
with fear in my mind,
To my surprise,
he was super kind!
But I failed in my attempts
to recognize him then!
Why do I meet guys like him
over & over again???!!!
Sex was the only
thing that he wanted!
The lack of love in his words
made me feel unwanted!
I promise I won’t fall
for a guy again!
Before doing so,
I will surely rack my brain!
Dedicated With Love To: You Know Who
Note: This poem has been written from a girl's perspective.
Laughter rings out,
At the idiocy shared,
Palms slap together,
As jokes only us understand,
Bring about mirth,
Secret glances shared,
As knowing smiles grow on our faces,
Thoughts expressed,
As if minds were one,
Mannerisms from the other,
Adopted without knowing,
Compromises made,
With no ill will toward the other,
The trust that grew,
None could question,
The bond shared,
Presumably strong,
Shattered,
As tears flow unrelenting,
Paranoia in ones' mind,
Confirmed as truth,
Blood drips from my back,
Relief at the revelation,
As a courageous smile stays on my face,
Though tears still flow,
I rack my brain,
But the reason why,
eludes me,
As I mull on it,
In the eye of my hurricane,
The signs were there,
Slight though they were,
They were there,
A calm envelopes me,
I am okay,
Desperately as she tries to explain,
Anger holds grip,
Silently thankful,
The tears have stopped,
My chest,
Once heavy, lightens,
As words flow to express my rage,
Disappointment, at those I see,
Is all there is,
Time apart a growing crave,
With the violation of trust,
Overwhelming,
Alone,
Sobs wracked my body,
Desolate of feeling,
To flee,
Was all I could do,
To seek comfort from the pain,
But what still remained,
Were questions,
On what would be,
With bonds frayed and torn.
My weekend is special to me.
One I look forward to all along.
I work overtime for the extra money
I live tired all the time.
Barely able to keep my eyes open,
afraid I'll fall asleep
traveling to and fro.
I rack my brain looking for ideas.
Things to do to make it memorable.
A fun activity or a favorite meal.
To see the light in their eyes
is what it's for.
I do everything I can
to make amends,
for all the wrongs.
I just want you to know
everything I do is because
I love you all.
This was written for a very close family member who had lost his way to drugs. I am so
proud of him now, a few years later he has a family, a job and has a strength that many who
have been in the situation he was in, sadly do not have. I sent him this poem when he was
at his ultimate lowest and he said it made him look at what he had become.! He has kept it
and said he doesnt mind me sharing it, even though it is so personal.
What in Gods name are you thinking??
You have willing stepped into a trap.
Walked straight in with your eyes open wide,
To a place where few seldom come back!
As the world around you ceases to matter,
Everything you once cherished has gone.
Oblivious you journey to destruction,
Shunning wisdom, love or help from anyone.
I sit here and hurt for what you’re doing,
Crying tears that you don’t even deserve.
Carried away by something that has swallowed you whole,
As you fade further and further from this world.
I could ask myself ‘why’ a thousand times or more,
Rack my brain for a reason why.
Nobody made you, the choice was yours,
Yet unabashed I still sit here and cry.
I cry for what I know you to be,
And I cry for what you’ve become.
You've turned your back on what matters the most,
And succumbed to a habit, just to keep someone!
I pray that in a moment of rational,
You’ll take stock and want to escape.
Take joy in what’s here and who loves you,
And chew through your chains til they break.
I hurt so much for how you are now,
And I’d give anything for you to get through this.
Just try to look at wisdom in the face,
And runaway from temptations sinister kiss.
You are loved!!
xxxxxxx
Writer's Block
I have writers block right now, hate this feeling.....
I have an idea in my head, but, the words escape me....
I rack my brain, trying to think, and, think....
But, the harder I try, the worse it gets....
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day....
The leaves turn brown and the cold sets in
As darkness falls, my joy grows dim
I'm unsure of the problem and why it arose
Why have you just appeared-suppose only God knows
It was never a problem- and I managed okay
But all of a sudden that changed one day
I rack my brain in hope of a clue
But why when I walk past you, I feel the way I do
I'm embarrassed to say and I'm ashamed to admit
But the option is not there for me to dismiss it
Do I explore, or do I hope and pray it will go away
Do I have the confidence to speak the words I want to say
The confusion I have sends my head spinning round
The echoing voice in my head makes a sound
I'm confused, I'm scared, I'm at my wits end
I so desperately want this situation to end
If I keep hiding will anyone seek me
If I keep running will it set me free
If I keep seeking will I ever find
The life I crave which runs through my mind
I find myself at a quandary,
A hopeless dead-end alley.
I sit, I think, I wait, I despair,
I rack my brain for remembrance.
I search seas and find nothing.
I am a sailor without stars,
An explorer without a compass,
A globe without a north.
Blank and lost I sit,
Hoping to remember.
I had it once, not long ago.
It was all there and answers flowed.
But still I sit here, thinking, thinking,
While the clock keeps on ticking, ticking.
Look at questions, remember the answers.
Search and strain, I comb my mind,
Remember, remember, it was all just there!
Round and repeat, search and repeat,
Over, and over, and over.
Time will run out, the answers will not come,
The fat lady is here, her song is sung.
A simple choice
presents itself
Play it safe
or take a chance
I sit and stew
and analyze
As if my choice
is do-or-die
I sift and sort
and sort and sift
Hamstrung by
habitual thrift
Day and night
I rack my brain
Methinks I might
just go insane
Do I keep the only job
I've ever known
Or venture out
of my comfort zone
Then suddenly
it comes to me
I've played it safe
all my life
Why not take a risk
Go all in
And if I fail
Is that a sin...
One thing only
troubles me
I just turned
eighty-three
Alone I stand, it's midnight and from my mind with a steady hand
As I write through my pen onto this blank pad, inking many thoughts I have
Assembling into rhymes, unknown riddles of my life transcribed
Into endless lyrical lines, asking questions from within of all kinds
Why existence is mysterious, as is time therefore it seems
Reality indeed without ease to truly define yet still I try
Steady I ride, the glass rails in my stone mind and with few details
I find sanity eludes me without sign becoming increasingly
Difficult to attain each time, so rack my brain and shock my mind
Attempt to compose what's left of my lost and twisted, misplaced mind state then
I remenesse on my life, to recollect how to write my name
~Sincerely, Name.