Best Rejoin Poems
I sit alone on a dark, lonely night
As tranquil moments gently enfold me
Gazing at stars sprinkling the sky so bright
As my dreams float upwards and become free
Wishes on angel’s wings so lovingly kept
As my love and I live in worlds apart
Twinkling stardust on my desires not met
So much hollowness and pain in my heart
I yearn for the radiance of your smile
As you caress me with your soothing touch
Pray take my hand for a heavenly while
Fleeting moments that I capture to clutch
Deep valleys within flood with much sorrow
Swept along with past memories my love
A prayer cast for a bright tomorrow
As I wish and look to the stars above
Up, up into the blackness of the night
As if by the heavens a message sent
Crystal cut stars shooting and sprinkling light
A sanguine thought floats down on descent
If tonight you feel me dreaming nearby
We rejoin once more sharing the same sky
Categories:
rejoin, dream, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I hear your voice across the
boundaries of time
In faint whispers as I lie
in slumber at night.
Death may not separate nor
still our precious bond.
Let me feel the warmth of your
breath on my ears and neck
And feel you as close to me
as my beating heart.
Visit me, my darling, in sweet
dreams as ardent as reality.
Dreams that will stay with me
in love’s vivid memories.
I will keep longing and listening
for those whispers of love
Until I rejoin you at the gates
of God’s heavenly realm
Where the light of our souls will
blend with music’s harmony.
6-12-20
~Fifth Place Premiere Contest~
'Whisper to me' Poetry Contest
sponsor Regina Riddle
Categories:
rejoin, death, dream, heaven, longing,
Form:
Free verse
This poem may get into trouble,
The world wants identity double.
Attempting to culture commonality,
The world champions individuality.
Theft of language has become all too common,
Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman.
Definitions change, words take on other meaning,
Often toward groups one way leaning.
At our language different groups continually hack.
In the case of *****, African American, now Black.
Or European, White, then Caucasian,
Korean American, Indian, rather than Asian.
Why is it that unmentionable words,
You know them, our dialect’s turds.
The use of people demeaned still proliferates,
While outsiders use carry’s different weights?
Color, religion, disability, sex, and age,
All lines in the sand drawn to disparage.
We should agree that race be set aside,
Bound together in one Human pride?
Our world needs new words and labels,
Not old words containing past fables.
Words that create, unite, and rejoin,
Not words that change on the flip of a coin.
Straight should mean unbent?
Snowflake should be heaven sent.
Gay should be a happy feeling.
Black’s big “B” should begin peeling.
I applaud the generation of Ze.
The neutral meaning of he or she.
A word with definition created anew.
A word defining both me and you.
8/31/2017
Categories:
rejoin, change, color, confusion, gender,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I lie dreaming of you,
Taken from me so many years ago,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.
Your glistening eyes of cobalt blue,
Illuminates the night of fallen snow.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
Velvety hair shimmering through
Moonlit forest, a golden glow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.
Why did you break my heart in two?
And why did you have to go?
Here I lie dreaming of you,
My eyes shut and I suddenly knew,
We’ll soon rejoin in the eternal flow,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.
My time has passed, and my life through,
Angels take me to our final plateau.
Here I lie dreaming of you,
It’s the only thing I have left to do.
Lost Love
Written by: Greg Stanley
January 12, 2012
Categories:
rejoin, lost love, me,
Form:
Villanelle
yes love is sweet but incomplete,
without my baby ...thou
other half of coin completes
....to meet..rejoin ..somehow..
life is sometimes seeming cruel,
as you sit and think on memorys stool,
johnsons happy thinks it's cool,
to have those lovely memorys...
Don
Categories:
rejoin, adventure,
Form:
Ballade
Who is or was Eleanor Rigby ?
Jerry T Curtis
Poetry Contest
27 August 2019
Eleanor Rigby
Lost her 1st Born Son and Husband
To World War 2
She then dedicated her life to the Church
Overcome by grief and loss
She became a Nun
To seek solace and relief
She searched for her answers in God
And placed her faith in religion
Lives in a dream
Masking a face of bereavement
Like all the other lonely people
Picking up rice pretending to smile
in a face she keeps inside a
message in an old milk bottle
that reminds her of Maternal weaning
Destined to die alone
Until Father Lennon McCartney eventually reads her obituary
At her funeral in Strawberry Field's
where no 1 will come
Back to the dirt from whence she came
To rejoin her family again
Rejoicing
War is Over
God's Vestal Angel
Eleanor is Saved
In song we remember
Eleanor Liver Beatle
You'll Never Walk Alone
Categories:
rejoin, music,
Form:
Free verse
[David Kavanagh’s recent poem, ‘Of Infinity’ so
astonished me in its similarity to my own pet
theory, that I was inspired to finish this poem
that I had been struggling to get right.]
***
All the ingredients there ever were
The atoms of everything ready to stir
All of the molecules in you and me
Have been in existence since prehistory
It’s sheer mathematics it simply must be
Our atoms exist in perpetuity
All that there was is all that there is
And all that there is is all there will be
One big Earthly spice rack, our ‘from’ and our ‘to’
Yesterday’s old becomes tomorrow’s new
A smidgen of this and a teaspoon of that
A pinch and a sprinkle made me… and my cat
And when I lay down for my very last time
New life will come using bits that were mine
Because when we die we return to the rack
To season the new with whatever they lack
Though space ships go up and there’s asteroid hits
Our Earth doesn’t gain or lose that many bits
So cave men and mammoths and tyrannosaurs
Had bits that are mine and bits that are yours
The atoms that make up the grasses and trees
The monkeys, the bats, the horses and bees
Might one day be water or silver or tin
Or even your great, great, great granddaughter’s gin
So whether we’re burnt or laid into the ground
We’ll be going spare when the time comes around
It may be our iron or maybe our salt
For all that we are does not become nought
We’re made from ingredients from way back when
And someday we’ll all be ingredients again
And someone that you may have lost in your past
Perhaps you’ll rejoin in the same blade of grass
Categories:
rejoin, creation, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
If you cannot rise to the challenge of love
Then spare us the hatred and bitterness
Plumb the depths of your soul in silence and in solitude
That you may penetrate the mysteries of your inability to love
Resolve your inner conflict and rejoin us when you are able
Only then will you do no harm
Only then will you truly belong
Only then will you see that Life is for lovers
When your actions are not borne of love
You cannot but hate yourself
For the waste of life
In dreadful realisation of what might have been
Categories:
rejoin, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Listen listen respected MAA
Forget my all mistakes
If I die for my nation
Open windows all the gates
So that soul of mine could enter
Could see father and you MAA
And sit down on lap MOM
To re feed your milk my MAA
And could ask all you
To forget my all evils
And forget my presence symbol
As I return to crush the perils
I remember early awakening
And remember glassful milk
I remember your calling
To wearing Kurta made of silk
Believe Believe and trust me MAA
I will return to serve the nation
Will rejoin beloved army
I remember milk your taken
* MAA (Hind) = Mother
Composed by :(c) Hariom Sharma, CFA
Source Book : Keep Smiling
Publisher: PJH Publications
E-MAIL : hari.cfa@gmail.com
For more poems please search "hariomsharmapoetry" on facebook
where lakh of poetry lover meet daily and scroll the page. Hare Ram.
https://www.facebook.com/hariomsharmapoetry/
Categories:
rejoin, mother, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
MY ROCK.,,
My Rock
You are my rock MY hero
Without you I might DIE
I can't imagine life alone
Just the thought of it
makes me want to CRY
You make each day worth living
with your loving & supportive ways
YOUR the one who's always THERE at the end of the day
I apologize for being. wrapped up
in my own pain & misery
OUR relationship the MOST important thing to ME
I'm sorry lately I'm a little
Off track
Don't worry baby gonna fight my way BACK
EVERYDAY I can't believe that ur mine
You are so rare a GOOD man is hard to find
I know u ARE here now and support ur ALWAYS giving
I'm hoping soon to rejoin the world of the LIVING
Honey you are my rock sturdy tough & strong
we have our "Someday" to look forward to
that's what helps me to carry on
being on your presence helps me to feel serene & calm
thank you for being so supportive about my DEAR MOM
She REALLY liked you and would say " go forward Booby MOVE ON"
I just wanted to let you know how I feel my sweetheart
I so wanna walk with u in the light and get out of the dark
guess just need some time to grieve and to heal
to me YOUR. my Superman YOUR MY man of steel
you're so kind and considerate always thinking about how I feel I WILL be there for you that's part of LOVES deal
Thank u for understanding and being there
YOU are the most AMAZING man on the planet I swear
your LOVE for me always tried and true
THANK U my SAFTEY blanket I am so in love with YOU
I thank God for EVERYDAY for sending
YOU to ME
if I hadn't meant YOU Lord knows where I'd be
Thank you for bring out the very BEST in ME
I guess that's what the Love of a good MAN can do
I can't think of a BETTER one for me to share my crazy life with than YOU!
Categories:
rejoin, love,
Form:
Rhyme
One
little
sunflower
alone among
many headless stems
poses by my mailbox.
Some summers ago, others
flourished there, but were all mown down.
If they can forgive their being slain,
perhaps they will resurge and rejoin her.
Today as I back my car out onto
the street, I chance to glance over where
that one new flower has remained,
and I see, to my delight,
that the lone sunflower
has brilliantly turned
into a small
and gracious
group of
three!
for the Encounters with Flowers Poetry contest
Categories:
rejoin, flower,
Form:
Etheree
"Mom and I and Graham Cracker Pie ~ ~"
Mom's been gone a long, long time,
forever and a day.
She always treated each of us
in a very special way!
My favorite "Mommy" memory
of all the things she did,
was a "special" reward, just for me,
ever since I was a kid.
I've always loved, Graham Cracker Pie.
The ones she made were great!
That was my very "special" gift
when there was cause to celebrate.
I had Spinal Meningitis
when I was only eight.
Despite the odds against it,
my recovery was great!
I was laid up for quite a while,
had a long hospital stay.
When I got released to go back home,
I got a Graham Cracker Pie, that very day!
I enlisted in the Air Force,
but before I went away,
Mom made my favorite pie for me,
to send me on my way!
I was headed home on my first leave,
so what did Momma say?
I gotta make Graham Cracker Pie,
cause Ralphie's on his way!
When I rejoin my Mom again,
whenever that might be,
you can bet, my favorite pie,
will be waiting there for me!
Love you Mom.
Ralph Taylor
'Mother'
Categories:
rejoin, mother
Form:
Rhyme
In simpler times this one-room school was new.
Now, standing near her timeworn frame, I cry.
Yet here in bygone days fine children grew.
A belfry white, with red brick walls stacked high.
Slate shingles on its roof held rains at bay,
and hearth-stoked fires kept students warm and dry.
The years have seen the brick and timbers sway.
Her memories are echoes on the wind,
yet voices from that past still beg us, stay!
I wish this plot of earth could once rescind
and rejoin times those joyful children knew.
Time and decay mean such dreams be chagrined.
On this ground youth and learning both rang true,
the one-room school of ancient, weathered hue.
One Room School
terza rima
Categories:
rejoin, history, nostalgia, school,
Form:
Terza Rima
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Categories:
rejoin, addiction, adventure, art, beautiful,
Form:
ABC
Her eyes never leave
the moonlit horizon.
She will wait
an eternity, if she must.
She paces
as the tides
crash forth, then recede
back to the ocean.
Only memories
return here.
The ship departing
from the docks,
the sun sparkling
on the water,
a pair of dolphins
jumping
through the surface.
They had seen it
while in each other's arms.
Yet, now they
are distant
memories.
The sky turned ominous,
dark waters
engulfed the ship.
Everything went dark,
they lost sight
of each other
beneath the churning waves.
Her lungs
filled with salt water
as she desperately
gasped for air,
for life.
She drowned
the same day he did.
Her soul
washed ashore
along with her
cold, lifeless body.
She remains
here,
haunting the coast.
Her feet leave
no imprints
in the sand.
She moves
with the wind,
drifts upon it,
like sea-foam
atop the waves.
The dark water
flows
through her
transparent form.
Her spirit's heart glows,
shining outward
like a lighthouse beacon
showing him the way
back
to her arms.
She is waiting
for him
to rejoin her.
He will return
just as she has.
Written by: Kelly Deschler October, 10th, 2013
This was originally written for Poetess Darkly's contest -
"Heart Of The Sea"
Categories:
rejoin, dark, death, ocean, sad
Form:
Free verse