Best Reoccur Poems
A girl around 13, sitting at a kitchen table of the home where she baby sits,
is waiting for the woman of the house to finish getting ready to leave.
She is startled by two brazen hands coming surreptitiously from behind her,
fingers and thumbs beginning to gently squeeze her prepubescent breasts.
Frightened and aghast, the young girl stays transfixed and says nothing.
The man’s wife calls out to her husband, and the fondling abruptly ceases.
The girl knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t want to give up the babysitting.
She enjoys the children and likes earning money on her own.
All she can do is fervently and silently hope the incident will not reoccur
as she continues, on and off, to watch the children of that disgusting man.
The girl’s mind and body mature; by age 17, she is coming into her own.
She has been reading, watching, experiencing, and . . . . learning.
Once again, in those later years, she has the occasion to watch the children
of that man whose invading hands had long ago so repulsed her!
As he drives her home late at night, he reaches out for breasts now much larger.
The girl is waiting for it. Shaking inside, she summons up her small bit of courage.
Pushing his hands away, she calmly but assertively declares:
“Leave me alone. You can never do that to me again.” She now realizes
there are not always others that can help you. No longer a scared little girl,
she's a woman who can take care of herself. I know because that girl was me.
For the TRUE Meaning of Being Adult Poetry Contest of F J Thomas
When you feel blind sighted and aren’t sure where to look for a way out,
Look inside.
You’re the only one who knows what you’re capable of.
Look deep for bravery.
Look up for guidance.
Turn to your side for support.
Life is only as meaningful as you make it.
Life is only as adventurous as the risks you take.
Life is only as stupid as the assumptions you make.
Life is only as lovely as the friends’ hands you shake.
Life is only as amazing as the blessings you share.
Life is only as dangerous as hoping everyone will care.
You never know who can be your friend,
You never know what they can offer.
You never know when they’ll be gone.
Take heart in the moment,
Be mindful to the situation.
Forget the past but remember the lesson.
Nothing will ever reoccur the same.
You may have to pay a fare but hop along for the ride.
Every experience teaches you something new.
More stories to tell,
More people to come.
Walk slow,
Learn fast,
Care often,
Love deeply,
Have no regrets.
Tomorrow will come and I shall remember your smile
Where the stars set so fine on an evening so worthwhile
Sweet sounds of voices lingering soft and free
With the strains of his hair he had eyes of the sea
He told me tales and rested my head apon his shoulder
Engrossed in woven bed sheets to keep us from getting colder
His kisses of sweetness conformed and moist
His words more dashing than I’d ever heard him voice
Two bodies magically worship and caressing in trust
Were bellowed winds of ecstasy blustered into lust
We spun slowly downward into the eyes of a sway
Where nothing around us could draw us away
Now this moment in time this journey of our minds
Shall reoccur in the depths of hearts passionately entwined
Medical Marvels
Medics in a clinic in Honda,
Columbia – way south of our border
Helped a young woman who’s HooHa
Seemed a bit – well – out of order
It seemed she had green vines protruding
Where green vines should never have been
Twas from a potato now sprouting
That her mother had had her place in
Her mother said it was protection
An organic grown IUD
The sight of a vine from that region
I know would sure do it for me
The doctors said it was unhealthy
Removed it and all of its sprouts
They said she was now back to normal
But me; well, I still have some doubts
Another young woman in Bishkek
Somewhere in Europe I guess
Complained of severe stomach cramping
And seemed to be under some stress
She had a bad habit of chewing
Discarded hair and her own
And all that hair she had been chewing
Had gathered in her stomach zone
The doctors performed hair removal
An 8.8 pound ball of fur
She’s since cut her hair in a pixie
In case the urge should reoccur
My bike was transportation; Mom didn’t drive
But sometimes I sped off on an adventure
To Telegraph Hill the miles were only five
Big sis and I made the ride a joint venture
What she didn’t know was the trek was uphill
Although one could coast nearly all the way back
The journey before us sis tried to fulfill
Red faced, she screamed, “I’m having a heart attack!”
“Keep pedaling,” I said, “we’ve two miles to go.”
It was then we made the ice cream sundae bet
The last one home would have to shell out the dough
By determination my sis was beset
At the top of the hill I took a brief rest
I looked down the long road; sis was not in sight
I was just eleven and filled with such zest
The exhilarating ride gave me delight
Far down the road, sis was attempting to ride
Her pace was slow; on her face was a scowl
I called to her, “Hey, just put the bet aside!”
She was closer now; I thought I heard her growl
Eleven years older, she’d something to prove
Heading back I soared past her down the steep hill
When my sis reached the top, she could barely move
More than a ride, this was a test of her will
About an hour after I arrived at home
I washed up and changed for my big ice cream treat
She came into view; in her mouth I saw foam
Sis was walking her bike, her trip incomplete
At age twenty-two, she collapsed in the yard
Mumbling something about sibling rivalry
She’d never dreamed a ten-mile trip would be hard
Mom tried to take her to the infirmary
The sundae? It was yummy, but sweeter still
Was beating my over-confident sister
My big sis had failed in this arduous drill
Her aches told me this ride would not reoccur
*Entry for Gwen’s “My Bicycle” contest. (True Story)
Your name forever haunting.
In my thoughts and perhaps my heart.
Here and there blissful memories reoccur.
your presence in them lead me to be erratic.
Taken in by the reminiscence of intimacy.
Seized beyond ecstasy for my touch is key.
Your voice keen with affirming provocative praise for you comprehend my fixations.
Will you ever relinquish this intoxication in me?
Will you ever vanish from my head?
It hurts me don't you know.
for the one I chose evermore.
While we were in your car. you were seated in the drivers seat and I was on the passengers seat. we were at the vineland drive in.
I remember you would say some of world of warcraft frases
I was confused because I didnt know What those words meant.
You would translate the language from characters used on that game
You would tell me what they meant
You told me a translation which means hello.
I remember when you moved apartments
I remember we were talking on the phone you read me a note you found when you were cleaning the you removed the drawers at he refrigerator and found a note which said Hey im a woman who came here for vacation and stayed in this apartment for a few days. I clean the apartment and now I find myself cleaning the refrigerator at mid night meanwhile these two pigs are asleep. If the place isn't clean enough for you. heres a $ 5.00 allowence to get you started on your chores. Thats what the note said. I remember you telling me that note had you laughing and made your day. You were telling me how cool it was to find a brand new cutting board which hasn't even been used not once.
I remember When you asked me a question you said Where did you think The vaccum should go? When I said: I would place it in the back of the hallway on the right. You walked over to the vacumm and place it there.
I remember The second time when the vaccum was in front of the enterance placed near the wall between the living room and kitchen next to a One drawer stand.
I remember when we were talking trough webcam and you were washing the dishes you showed me the scotch brite soap dispensing brush and told me it less hassel to wash dishes with them.
I remember when you use two computer screens connected to your hard drive.
we talked through the web cam your camera was backing you. You were playing league of legends.
I remember we would talk on webcam 25 times
Even though we stopped seeing eachother in person in the furture you kept communicating on and off when you showed me images through my cousins computer to guide and show me to what I have to do to correct me from making the same mistakes.
I think about you and you have no idea how much I miss you.
How much I miss those lovely moments.
Those are the moments I wish would reoccur once more?
There you are again, posing in my mind.
I struggle to forget you, with every breath I find.
Angel of the morning, you greet me every day.
Every day I send you, to a place I've shaded grey.
Perhaps the fault is mine, love, I cannot quite erase,
The seduction of your lips or the scent of your embrace.
Curse those dreams I do, but they always reoccur,
Oh, I welcome them sincerely, of this much I am sure.
"No strings to bind my hands," you said upon depart.
Careless, I sure was, while caressing your sweet heart.
I wish there'd been written, on our love a warning:
Young man do not kiss, an Angel of the morning.
Sweet sorrow now I know, what it means: 'tis gone.
Let me live another night, I can't face another dawn
The fading sun lits the sky at the dusk
Like a chik is getting abondened from its mother sparrow.
& like a grain is taken apart from its husk.
Soon the glow wil vanish to welcome night.
Then at dawn the blazing sun shall show its light.
Thus Day and Night will reoccur & will turn to month and years;
One's life will run its course facing hardships,happiness & sometimes tears.
So cherish all the splendid memories made,
To live every moment to its fullest;
to gather wonderful times to feel blissful when we are nostalgic.
Cheers, Let's have a blast!! &celebrate God's gift called LIFE..
-@dpt
Why put layers of filth over a heart .. just let it beat
The heart.
Have it pure.
Discontinufy ego.
Made to give ,
Celebrum blood has to receive.
To direct you to live.
Have it clean.
First thing that begun to beat
Hit..
Significance.
A vice
For wit.
Divergent cases.
Dust of mistake.
-When our heart could stop it's rate.
Even if the lengh is low
Living doesn't reoccur.
Why put layers of filth over a heart .. just let it beat.
-Rosie
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
I walk on out in the evening,
When the stars all tell their stories.
This mystic land speaks of meaning,
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories.
When the stars all tell their stories,
My eyes open to a hidden world.
As I ponder, their wonder speaks their glories,
Of their magic and their history unfurled.
My eyes open to a hidden world,
When the planets once ruled the day.
When their magic and their history unfurled,
The secrets of history were on display.
When the planets once ruled the day,
I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars.
The secrets of history were on display,
And the sun and moon controlled the stars.
I saw Saturn and Venus dancing with Mars,
But these were really the spirits of old.
Now the sun and moon controlled the stars,
When I looked deeper their stories were told.
These were really the spirits of old,
That gave birth to sons of gods.
When I looked deeper their stories were told,
That make us look like a bunch of sods.
They gave birth to sons of gods,
That reoccur in our dreams today.
They make us look like a bunch of sods,
To dream of truth is to find the way.
This place reoccurs in our dreams today,
This mystic land speaks of meaning.
To dream of truth is to find the way,
Then you’ll walk on out in the evening.
Last night I saw ghost of my love
It stood in the window, looking above.
It looked pale, tired and in despair,
as if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.
I was scared to see its darkest eyes,
still hoping to give it one more rise.
Its deep buried smell of past,
made me feel disturbed and aghast.
It pleaded me for a single sight,
to remember those days, tears and fight.
That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing
Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?
I said I have buried what all has gone
Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.
On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,
guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.
When you were alive, I had lived too merrily
Each day was bliss and slept dreamily.
Never knew you will leave me midway,
in the dark caves of sorrows without any ray.
I have managed to come over those mystic chants,
Which led me again & again into vicious rants.
It was a long way & it is foregone
Now I do not wish to remember & bemoan.
You go again into the deepest of my heart,
never to revert again, never again to mar.
Never again scare me, never again rise.
I have given everything I had now to become empty & wise.
The Ghost looked at me proudly with a beaming smile,
embracing my wet heart, waning in a while.
Said it, it will never ever reoccur from the depths
and sleep a long dream with eyes wept.
It disappeared from the window, I stood for a while.
paying homage to my dead love & memories of time.
Then came the rains to wet my mind
It washed away my past, sowing seeds of hope behind.
Riot and rebellion reoccur in my rest.
has been ramified and ranked, in My rate
Round and round, revealing remorse
Righteous reputation, reverse reverence
Rack on my ratchet and roar to the rope.
Resident reutilization is running out of the Romp.
Give up the race to rehabilitate Renal.
Reverential Razor Ridiculously Regal
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Ksanet B../ peace of mind
We were touched by masters passing,
Knowing only beauty that we held,
And in our buoyancy floating
Our instincts then were felled.
We sank so we could raise
The Greater Good;
But what surprises we surmised,
When in the presence of our God we stood.
Your skin is not your skin. It is our own.
The light that breathes from every morning
From your heart is shown.
For we are in your being, having birthed
A love we share
Your eyes are ours to view this world, as we a pair.
We will not say goodbye though you away
For in our life the beating of our heart
Is proof you stay
Each precious day awakens
With a song of light; What music be,
What vision held,
With you not in our sight.
We are everywhere that we can be,
To touch the heart of all you ever were.
Our joy will trace your footsteps
In our memory, you see,
Where God himself will stand aside,
So you may reoccur.
We are stilled, but not at peace,
To scream the scream a thousand heartaches roar,
Restrain our hearts from leaping out our chest,
To beat the last and somehow
Close death’s door.
We bid thee do not enter
To the exit of your life,
Heaven’s tears extinguish
Burning Hell,
Lay waste that evening shade
Ring loud the sound of life’s eternal bell.
Return you to the beauty God has made.
His tree is every tree, His star the galaxy;
And yet, without your presence now,
But half of all we see.