Best Reentry Poems
The events of last evening were such
that I awoke this morning to find
I was beside myself—
not metaphorically,
but in the most literal sense:
two versions,
one body short.
The mirror caught us first—
a flash of double movement
where there should have been one.
I blinked.
He didn’t.
Or maybe I didn’t.
It’s hard to say
when glass begins to lie.
We shared a glance,
the kind exchanged between commuters
who suspect they’ve boarded the wrong train
but are too polite to ask.
It seemed prudent
to seize the opportunity
for a discussion between ourselves—
a kind of internal summit
to determine the rhyme and reason
for our dilemma,
and sketch a path
toward reunification,
assuming it was worth the effort.
The other me—
slightly more rumpled,
possibly wiser—
suggested that last night’s self-reflection
had been too honest,
and that dreams,
when left unsupervised,
tend to rearrange the furniture.
We debated causation,
as one does:
Was it the unresolved metaphor
in that unfinished poem?
The hat and the boots,
still waiting for closure?
Or the quiet betrayal
of pretending to be whole
for the sake of social ease?
Outside, the morning
was already making demands.
Inside, we negotiated
terms of reentry—
no apologies,
no revelations,
just a mutual agreement
to pretend we were whole
until further notice.
I stood to leave,
feeling the weight shift
as the double lingered behind,
stuck in the mirror,
arms crossed,
expression unreadable.
The other me was unimpressed.
Categories:
reentry, introspection, irony, mirror, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
One first flight, Columbia’s name.
Seven souls aboard, bound for fame.
Six days, then ten, experiments thrive,
Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive.
Sixteen days, the Earth they skim,
Reentry calls—light fades dim.
Tick-tick, hiss-hiss, crack-crack—a sound,
A breach unseen, the heat unwound.
1.67 pounds, a foam unseen,
Pierced the wing, unstitched the dream.
40 miles high, the flames collide,
Mach eighteen, as heat did stride.
Mach fifteen—a fiery scream,
The air ignites, the fragile seams.
Seven names, carved deep in space,
Their sacrifice, a lasting grace.
At 9:00 a.m., a nation cried,
29 months, the fleet must bide.
Tick-tick, sigh-sigh, hush-hush—we wait.
Columbia’s legacy will navigate.
Eighty dreams and the minds they fed,
We honor the fallen, their voices not dead.
Categories:
reentry, nostalgia, space,
Form:
Free verse
To Seek A Mate?, To find Himself?, To add His Name to A POET’S History?
The Tears We shed ; are Tears Of Joy! For the Young Pups , Youthful Memories
He will Follow the Circle of Life, Returning in the Mist of “LOVE FOREVER “
“ Frank Herrera “ We Await YOUR Magnificence : Reentry : YOU are so Cleaver
A Teacher , a Philosopher , Hungering For “ KNOWLEDGE “ “THE HUNGRY WOLF “
Touches Paradise ; with His Golden Pen : And Brings us POEMS of Truth
Dear Frank , I started this 3 days ago , Hoping YOU are Still on SOUP
My Prayers for YOU, in YOUR Travel beyond : the many SOUPERS
Who Anticipate “ YOUR quick Return “ , to a Family : "YOU have to LOVE"
Good Luck in YOUR Endeavors , send us a Sign, of YOUR Return in the Message from
Above
Author’s Note : I will miss YOU Frank, But I see YOUR Return : “ YOU Bring the
Spring “
Dedicated TO : Frank Herrera : This is not “Good-Bye” I’ll see YOU in the Creation
of “SPRING” YOUR Liege ALWAYS With LOVE...HG
Categories:
reentry, love, passion, sad, time
Form:
Rhyme
The astral plane is leaving soon.
Once around the planet moon.
To capture hearts imagination.
A galaxonic fascination.
A feeling that seems alien.
Like ivory to Pygmalion.
With hopes hung up, upon a star.
You almost forget just where you are.
Atmospheric pressure fun.
Like being shot with a stun gun.
You'd think the end was soon to come.
But then you realize you're just numb.
Reentry can turn lives around.
When lovers find a common ground.
And hope begins to play a tune.
Of a trip once around the moon.
For Shadow Hamilton's Spaceship contest
Categories:
reentry, hope, love, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
Dropped out of whap five, hyperdrive is fried and so am I. Cruised through
a seven eleven, picked up some goodies for me mates. Bottle of Jack Daniels
Black for me British mate Paul Beadnall, lovely coconuts for me Aussie
mate Don Johnson nutter on planet forty two. Hit the atmoshpere of
planet forty two, things gettin hot my fantasy ship is falling apart. I'm in trouble
need a rescue before my goose is cooked and I become cosmic dust.
Sent out an SOS ...---... on all frequencies to me mates. This is old Jack
cobber, I'm in trouble pick me up please on the double. All systems off line, I
was about to panic, when they came into view. Don's trusty old Sunderland
so thrilled to see. Beamed me on board, and I said thank ya me maties!
Handed Paul his bottle of black Jack, and Don his lovely coconuts.
I said pour me a stiff one Paul to calm me nerves please. I said Don
if you don't mind, keep your Coconuts in your pants please. I was just relaxin
when a giant Mother ship from planet forty two popped into view
Don said that thar be a big mother nutter old cobber Jack, and me
and Paul agreed. Don said bring er around Paul, We're gonna crack this
mother nutter. I looked at him with panic written on my face, he said no
worries mate. I've made some modifications you'll see they're great. He popped
up a puter screen, had a red and blue button. He pushed the the red one
and the puter said launching all torpedos brace yourselves please. Torpedos
lit up the inky dark space, Don chuckled and said take that you alien
buggers. His aim was true, huge flash mother ship cracked like a rotten nutter.
Paul laughed and said switch to auto pilot to his purter, let's drink a toast to
victory maties,we should be back to the Soup in a light year or two.
Categories:
reentry, fantasy, mother, me, old,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Just a normal looking laid back guy
No caution heard no Hazard signs
i'm just passing by
Our eyes meet
In that instant my heart skips a beat
The world around escapes, leaving us this framed exchange
Two people drawn in close, yet estranged
The magnitude behind that stare
Time has marked a place right here
ls this mutual ? a spark so passionate
Pulling us like a magnet
The Sheer force, a path for lust
a closer look a hunter’s thirst
More than the everyday juncture
I bargain with seduction, for a promise to deliver
the beauty in those eyes, step into me from afar
Pulling me in closer, close enough to declare
Real pleasure and pain
I catch the quick Connection, next stop obsession
I will not betray, feeding the momentum
An overwhelming assault like intoxication
A closer look, the impetuous invitation
No words Spoken here, all lie in surrender
The thrill of his skin, hot against mine
Skin on skin as bodies intertwine
A thousand nerves rushing to points hidden
Here I can not keep up with the surge that has risen
Again it climbs to a great height
And falls away with spite, claiming repetition
tight holds and harder kisses commit us to sensation
open to melt and mold for pure possession
No more beginnings, no more ends
Desire demands and will not bend
It pushes my pulse and sets my thoughts on fire
I am no longer in control the flames aspire
One more time ……
I want to Scream … one more time
Keep this moment holding me sublime
Look into my eyes, one last time
With a hunger and strength to carry
desire calls me, provoking the extraordinary
As a call in the wild leading me astray
gone free with a shooting star’s reentry
Our eyes turn away and no longer see
I’m just passing by incidentally
Just a normal looking laid back guy
Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
Categories:
reentry, longing, lust, passion, poetry,
Form:
Imagism
Laughing as eternals playmates
Hovering outside the vortex of time
Like youngsters contemplating a roller coaster
With only the thrill of getting in line
Carefree glances at each other
The lazy edge of this whirlpool
We joyfully allow the undertow
To sling us in full throttle
With screams of exhilaration
All things known now never were
And we corkscrew at light speed
Along the electric rope of this cylinder
Souls roaring with abundance
Knowing exactly who we are
Not one thought of limitations
Now to a new and random star
As we pull back the throttle
Feeling the density increase
Approaching a new big, blue world
And we prepare for reentry
I look into her beautiful eyes
As we descend both smiling
Ready to take another ride
To overcome fears of infinity
Categories:
reentry, inspirational, love
Form:
The drug addiction
Is always an ethereal invitation
From pond to stream
From stream to river
From river to ocean
Grey and gloom none
A relaxing cool sun
Ushering in the evening
A hundred shades of moon in a mustard yellow June
The drug I realized one day takes possession of the brain
Taking absolute charge of the reward circuit
Launching banquet of dopamine
The chemical messenger sending false signals
For more and more euphoria
Until all your dahlias are black
Either this realization
Or the sure annihilation
If you are lucky in the former
Two supports may come to rescue
Medicine and behavioural therapy
The key
To reentry
From gloom
To your ballroom
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May 31, 2016 // 24 Lines // For That colorful drug – Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Lewis Reynes
Categories:
reentry, beauty, death, depression, environment,
Form:
Free verse
Reentry...481
I am the ancient
All of Them
having left all of you
each one of them,
7 ol' Kin...
came to Rumi within
and so now
we are all one again
Itz a
;D8a sum day
Categories:
reentry, universe,
Form:
Free verse
so blank after the exit
so pale after the discoloring incident
i am a blue bricklayer in a red town world
my heart has callouses
my mind has splinters
so drained following the reentry
the fight in me is now in permanent hibernation
Categories:
reentry, blue, hurt, lost,
Form:
Free verse
I accidentally let one loose. That is to say that each time it occurred, with no assistance from me, there flowed from my innermost being a sense of reverence and a quick flash of wonderment to acknowledge and give recognition to the awesomeness of our God.
Although it was the kind of rain that caused neither despair nor pain, there were many people who feared when those dark clouds appeared.
Every part of me was saying, "Wow! Amazing! Spectacular! O my God!" It could be warm, sunny, and bright when suddenly it turned to midnight. But in the height of one's fright, there was never any need to take flight.
It's that weather system with thunder and lightning that makes you wonder.
Hollywood never comes close to those great special effects of light and sound. It's like the roaring of a lion readying for the kill or like anticipating a wintry chill. Like wide-eyed terror in the wilds; should I make haste for the hills or remain still?
The rolling thunder and the splash of lightning were both arresting and captivating. Rarely if ever did all that pump and circumstance cause pain to anyone but were simply the breath-taking layout of 'the red carpet for the grandest entry of The Summer Rain'. The fields of cotton, corn, beans, and hay had everything to gain, and we all refrained.
Those sudden and stormy southern summer rains are most memorable. The floodgates of heaven would open and pour out its mighty drops of rain enough to astound, often for just a few minutes, followed by a divine quietness all around. A spellbinding storm had departed just as suddenly as it had appeared. Then, the clouds would brighten and roll back, making way for the grand reentry of the sun. In no time at all, we returned to work or to have fun.
07032014PoetrySoupContest, I Accidentally Let One Loose, Charles Messina
Categories:
reentry, anxiety, childhood, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Zephyr takes my soul east
She goes without comment
Understanding her ultimate destination
Knowing it was predetermined
Before this incarnation
My body lifts and lowers in melodic rhythm
We are unconcerned, it is mere flesh.
She slumbers peacefully on the bed.
Nightly REM activity continuing
As active as in my babyhood
One day Zephyr will bring my soul home
I will feel beloved and respected
Not a final journey for my spirit self
Rather a resting place in between incarnations
My flesh self gasps loudly; I was too harsh on reentry
Categories:
reentry, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
1. To develop
and to maintain
resilient cooperatively-owned integrity
of services given and received,
ego/eco-therapeutic interventions,
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climate pathology prevention programs
and projects,
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and health-wealthing resonant schools,
our prisons and municipalities,
and our criminal restorative justice systems
and our unprivileged health-wealth organic networks.
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cooperative employers
to become network partners
in our ReEntry HealthCare System
by drafting and cooperatively facilitating
legislation supporting flexible ownership
and cooperatively marketed
and structured
and organically organized self-employment policies,
creating tax and regulatory incentives
to resiliently hire unprivileged health offenders,
and invite co-investment in cost-neutral benefits
to all cooperative ZeroZone
health-wealth investing residents.
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competitively secularized,
reduced to objects in ego-prisonschool,
military-industrialized ballistic residents
are non-violently invited
to re-enter ego-health/eco-wealth
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ego-eco climate
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From four-season consciousness
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Through post-WinWin gradual graduate development,
re-aligning WiseElder
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ethological health market trends
toward ecopolitical wealth
of bicameral outcomes.
We are agreed
to exit Sacred RightBrain Prison EgoSchool
to re-enter Secular/Sacred ReForesting HealthWealth--
organic lifetime EcoSchool.
EcoSchool ReEntry,
Where the question,
Do you love health
or are you healthy love?
Always seems to co-invite
Both/And Yes!
Categories:
reentry, deep, education, environment, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Beware of GOCE
By Elton Camp
Gravity Ocean Circulation Explorer’s a satellite
Its uncontrolled reentry may be a blazing sight
The European device in orbit weighs a ton
Two hundred pound chunks won’t be fun
As to where it is going to say, “Splat,”
Nobody can have a good clue to that
Perhaps into the ocean it will plunge
But into some city it could lunge
So keep your hard hat close at hand
For in a few days it’s going to land
It could crash into your back yard
So it’s wise to remain on guard
It’s expected to hit late Sunday night
Or Monday morning when it’s light
Don’t give in to unreasonable dread
The odds are low it will hit your head
Next year, 100 tons of space debris
Will give us more chances to see
From the heavens come fearful sights
Roaring sounds with flashing lights
Categories:
reentry, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Shared dreams
A mystical anomaly
Or heavenly known?
Nightly slumber
Un-replicated,
Refreshingly mysterious
Star journey
Shaky landing
Upon reentry
Shared dreams
Blissfully unaware
Goals known
Astral travels
Reviving soul
Nightly
Categories:
reentry, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse