Best Requite Poems
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
where schemes we might plan can get tangled with dreams
The things I had dreamed of, to better my life,
would often get tangled, with wrong versus right
Some streams of the ribbons, were shadowed with doubt
The world was an ocean, where waves swept me out
Like a sea washing up, at the base of a cliff
I could feel all the breezes, and the winds of "what if"...
Some places I longed for, were mere glimpses of light
Some I still hope for, and pray for at night
Some I could reach, and some I would fight
Then, struggle to swim, against tides of requite
Some ribbons cascade with the hopes I beget
Some hanging limp with the mist of regret
Yet...my life has been woven with green grass and flowers
Where the sun kept me warm, to spend happy hours
Life as a maypole, is an interesting theme
My life as a maypole, is an unending game
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1/3/15
For Contest "Life is Like A Maypole" sponsored by Seren Roberts
Categories:
requite, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Sillhouetted branches,
At the top of tall trees,
Stretch to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends,
Casts out femine hands,
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him,
Like the moon and the tide,
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands,
Heat emanates out,
My desirous flames ignite.
He kisses my cheek,
Gentle friendly ease,
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I just turned an inch,
And kissed his lips,
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise,
I hold true loves kiss,
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter,
If only one of us knows,
And I will never take the first bite?
Just let it fall.
© 2013
Ruby Honeytip
Categories:
requite, beautiful, longing, love, lust,
Form:
An Arc to Heaven
Peace flows over my body
In calming, cooling waves.
Your words carry me to shore
Exciting, igniting my spirit
With sweet revelations of love.
My lonely heart blossoms
Slowly as dew drops awaken
With tender rhetoric shared.
They blaze, amaze my mind
With a peerless brilliance
As your verses elate my being
They delight, requite my most
Secret desires in poetic kinship
Which inspires, retires my soul
To soar high amidst the heavens.
7-21-18
*This poem is dedicated to the romantic poets at Poetry Soup
Categories:
requite, inspiration, love, poetry, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Amazing, His grace falls across my soul
Lifting me up, stirring such perfect light
Assuring me of One who will console
Breathing hope into me so I’m alright
He silences all doubt so I feel whole
Yearning for love that will always requite
Listen to His whisper – gentle peace
This wonder of pure love will never cease
OTTAVA RIMA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
September 4, 2022
Categories:
requite, god, hope, love,
Form:
Ottava rima
The Imp sat atop the dresser, unmoving,
in the corner of the room, I waited, pen in hand.
No sound did he make, nor his locus improving,
as his bloodshot eyes, my attention, they demand.
In days slipped past, he spoke in lulled timbre,
for years he abated the fears that I had,
his mind so subtle, his thoughts so limber,
but through each day my questions he forbad.
I wrote each word, every syllable, every notion,
spoken dark or tender, whether thou or thine.
He laid before me his songs of emotion
and I stole each one and made them all mine.
In his voice, I claimed, all of his treasures,
without a thought he'd discover, in time.
Yet, now he speaks with words always measured,
and burning glares that scream of my crime.
Does he know I've used him to privilege my psyche?
Does he know how his rhymes have impassioned my soul?
Would he care if I offered to proffer my ego,
or pay, with my heart, this immeasurable toll.
“Living In The Dark ,“ so easy he spoke this,
while together we lived each verse, he and I.
Darkness foreboding, for he, was in bliss,
but for me pure terror as his words I decry.
He laughed at my fear and smiled with derision
as my name I placed at the end with the date.
His eye slowly narrowed as if changing his decision
but I watched as the dark made these feelings abate.
I gather before me his sonnet's solemn lines,
He allows me to name it,"Fire," seems right,
as his bitterness taunts me with each phrase he entwines
leaving visions of me in the sallow dim light.
I live in his blindness through eyes of midnight.
The coals of his vision, burning embers of fright,
but the words he has spoken I endeavor to requite
for they linger and fill me with horrendous delight.
Each syllable I have written, each turn of a phrase,
I owe to this Imp as he glares from the dresser
but silence, now, while he sits in the shadows,
how I wish again to become his confessor.
10/07/2020
Categories:
requite, dark, depression, gothic, muse,
Form:
Quatrain
March forth Macduff, your sword to smite.
The head of a king for your requite!
Ten years he has reigned
with innocence feigned.
Greed and slaughter his ultimate blight!
Categories:
requite, history
Form:
Limerick
When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.
Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves
...
Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion, rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night
Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep
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2/11/14
Categories:
requite, death, grief, lost love,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Sleepless, with defeat...
when night is black and what is left
is time turning back on promises
The sugar coated world askew
What happened to the world I knew?
My head in sand? Was it a joke?
Have I only seen the best of times,
and what is left declines , declines...
The news of grim, and smoke, and rage
has filtered down and I sink in
beyond the edge where I can't bear
another sound of death or war,
of senseless crime against the pure.
I can't command my heart to heal
or hands to cure those in despair
I peel the covers from my bed
and take an aspirin for my head
and click remote and choke on war,
or some new evil presence near.
What happened to the hope I knew?
I'm left bereft, again, again
A violent mess the world is in
I try to keep my dreams alive
and turn the clock back frequently,
when all seemed right in my small world,
when rules were rules, not this confused.
Of course, I know it wasn't real
The world is cruel, has always been,
and yes it is naive' of me
to think it not, to want a shot
at fantasy
So I must write, and be requite, spend dead of night
with thoughts of kindness, wearing blinders.
By day, I must embrace a world bereft, of life and death,
Of Isis, crisis, snipers, takers, rapers, starving children bearing rifles,
headline breakers, heartache makers
I take them all to bed with me
These cancers love the pitch of night, and grow without control
stalking me, my peace of mind
The nights for sleeping often die
sleepless, with defeat
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For Charlotte's Contest: 7/31/15
Categories:
requite, confusion, emotions, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
there is only one woman
in the whole wide world
one thing that matters
this certian girl
and she fills my mind
both days and nights
her loveliness is my delight
a loveliness i can not requite
so quiet lies my tongue
that would confess so much
about desire for a simple touch
heartless to tell anyone
about this crush
especially her, i love her that much
better to live with a dream
than deal with rejection
secrets are kept for my protection
painfull are the places
we learn this lesson
spending the most of our lives
hiddng from rejection
a man begins to wonder
what is this thing that has me bound
why is her name a wonderful sound
why am i the only one that
watches her the way that i do
i thought i had the answer
but i do not have a clue
hopeing that she'd notice that i never
denighed her any request
and that she would stay longer
and that was my only test
start a conversation
maybe start a kind of relation.
why do i see her imperfection
as the most beautiful thing i have searched
and count it as the only worth
that held me bound to the earth
that kept me sound to sanity
and insanity where my minds
looks for moments that we share
looking for opportunity to dare
and hope that you have a snare
to entangle me somewhere
where my imagination
has went wild.
Categories:
requite, art, confusion, me, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
My Dear, Please understand.
You cant force your light upon him.
You might be the reason he smiles while his eyes squint and sparkle.
His laughter will certainly affirm your clever humor.
You will impress him with well-earned accomplishments.
Your impeccable wit will not go unnoticed.
He may even feel affection and empathize with your sincere words or actions.
You will undeniably allure him.
My dear, please understand.
You are truly worthy, you won't be to him.
You will choose him, he won't choose you.
He can't.
My dear, please understand.
His rejection is not a reflection of you.
His actions reflect something much bigger than you.
He is at war with demons you can't comprehend.
These demons whisper to his mind and dance on his heart.
They represent the weaknesses within him.
My dear,
You possess a servant's heart
but you are no servant of the demons that play on his.
We are all at war, you too have demons.
Demons are relentless creatures sent from the depths of Hell
they ravage and destroy our very being, if we allow.
There is no reasoning, no alliance that can be made with demons.
They will consume you from the inside.
My dear, please understand.
It's not him. It's his demons he has allowed to rule over him.
This is a solo war that can't be fought from the outside.
You cannot save him.
You cannot save him.
You cannot save him.
Only he can save himself.
And you must prioritze the war you are fighting.
You must save yourself.
My dear, please understand.
He is not the validation that you need.
His actions should not reflect your value to yourself or to him.
He is not your father's rejection.
His sweet carress will not requite the man of your past who was once not so gentle.
His affection is not sufficient in replacing the empty hole
expanded by doubt, abandonment, and anguish you sanctioned your demons
to create within yourself.
My dear,
Your tenacious nature and relentless love will not be disregarded.
Your weaknesses, the demons who dance on your heart
will surely capture the attention of his very own demons.
My dear, please understand.
If granted; the demons that consume him
will gladly consume you too.
-Ashley Johnson
Categories:
requite, abuse, angst, art, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you
Categories:
requite, art, depression, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I saw a movie today
it was old and black and white
Looking for a memory that
never left my sight
An old woman quite insane
but less than fear and fright
A subject in a story called Classic
from another time and life
I wondered of her role being
of what would I requite
I'd seen the same story
told in modern lights
Her name Miss Habersham
and quite the character was she
No sooner than seeing her demise
was the ideal of what she'd be
Money distinguishes many things
even back then you see
Upper class and lower class
and understanding your degree
The Atlantic is an ocean
they say is a great divide
Customs, accents and boarders
divide in comprimise
But every story has a theme
including yours and mine
We each must find that thing
we love to satisfy
I'd never read the story
it never was assigned
But heard it's authors named
more than thousands of times
his story issues warnings
with artful poetry inside
A satisfied imagination
the ending would surely hide
The love intrest dramatises
with conflict and revelations
always the stumbling block
and unforgiving complications
Her name would be Estella
a tool of "Sick Fancy"
Miss Habershams clever device
for making men unhappy
But give away the ending
"Thou Shalt Not" comes to mind
I now know Miss Habersham
what she was and why
Categories:
requite, 12th grade, betrayal, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
...and then in darkness feelings wane
as hearts in bleeding tear drops fall
too deep the pains of midnight call
when lonely hours come again
...and then as whispers fill the night
the songs of distant love remain,
but memories of fervid pain,
indebted loss we must requite
...and then again in mortal sin
as in love's name to right the score
the evil thoughts will come once more
but never will our heart give in
when softest pillowed words imbue
a warm caress ...for then comes you
04/24/2017
Categories:
requite, romance, sad love,
Form:
Sonnet
Trudging on a lonely road
In somewhat desolated and dreary mode
Stumbled upon someone ineffably enchanting
And felt the desire to espouse her, augmenting.
Ah! Her dulcet voice and ravishing charm
That pierced my heart without harm.
I told myself “Yes, I have different goals, peremptory
But to estrange this girl is incendiary”
Having a yak with her was indelible
I asked “When could be our next date? Probable?
She could’ve balked, as her schedule was awry
But she replied “Thursday, dine or a movie?”
The first haphazard kiss was something ethereal.
Oh! Nidhi, my sweetheart, do u belong to Arcadia, for real?
For the moments I spend with you render a catharsis, inexplicable
Frankly, I doubt if I could requite you with something that capable.
I don’t care about the insecurities or the tempests my love would suffer
I’ll always be with you, Love you forever.
Never could I find love commensurate to yours, for me
And I know of nothing as beautiful as your smile for me.
I’m acutely smitten by you
Mind if I bought a Persian kitten for you?
Categories:
requite, beauty, for her, i
Form:
Sonnet
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day...
Categories:
requite, depression, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse