Best Rescinding Poems
Closing my thoughts to clear my mind; sight....
Floating through a souls time, unto tranquilities breeze
Gently, that I may find, somehow such treasures
The beauty, within all of life ~
Pleasant these things; these paintings dreams....
Leaving the world behind, to embrace "This Light"
Melting inside pristines, immaculate love so bright
Pure as the freshly fallen snow, upon my lashes
Softened feathers; warmth, which tenderly glows ~
Walking along the tides; soothing pictures before my eyes....
Gathering in smiles; hopes; joys; these, drying tears
Splendours moment now turning towards, "The Sun"
Flowing from the tips of the unseen stars; memories
Passing by the dawn of a nighttimes rescinding
Glittering, waving to an ocean of endless hearts; precious ~
Caressing my thoughts to clear my mind; new reflections
Floating through a souls time, unto tranquilities breeze....
Gently that I may find, unrequited; unremitted, love
A canvas thus brushed; a beautiful promise ~
Melting inside, forevermore; leaving the world behind; pure
As the freshly fallen snow, upon my softened lashes; these
Magnificent dreams; majestical tales to be told; unfold
Beyond the brilliant colours of, "A Tomorrows"....
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...."Horizon" ~
Categories:
rescinding, faith, life, love, timeworld,
Form:
Drive across the country
Let imagination flow
Tumbleweed and flat lands
Reveal a western show
Mile markers pave the way
Across this land sublime
Wind blows through the car
On my arm sunshine
Generations of people
Spirits across the land
Occupy a history
Of faces in the sand
Deep inside our spirit
Adheres to our respect
This peaceful land of bounty
No one shall reject
Fresh cut grass lingers
The present rescinding more
Where old shacks and farms
Grasp our inner core
Land abound with wisdom
Dust has settled down
Enjoy driving the distance
See another town
Categories:
rescinding, adventure, history, imagination, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
This is a love
that is bitter as citrus
that leaves me burning coldly
bowed head, clenched fists
on a park bench
in the middle of winter
The people see
but they can't help it
they can't help me from falling
so they walk by with
shadows spinning
like spiderwebs in their
eyes
and their fingers
to their
lips
Don't touch her
they must say to their unruly children
Don't disturb her
or she might blow away
in a thousand starburst patterns
of skin
because I'm grieving
for a loss that has yet to find me
and I'm falling
as calmly and as irrevocably as a snowflake
rescinding into myself
into ash on the pavement
I can't save myself from this
dear
My fingers are too cold
to reach inside my chest anymore
I'm untouchable
I let my eyes burn into the sky
because somehow that's where I
expect him to be
but I'm always
always wrong
Categories:
rescinding, loveme, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Stuffing flags in the window
and calling it home
valuing our space
as our space!
Picking up rocks from the driveway
like when we were little
rescinding our past
like some nightmare of repitition!
Respecting each other
for what we couldn't accomplishment
and/or understand
a moment of volition, power of choosing!
Hiding our faults to pretend respect
hating those who judge us
feeling reproof for no good reason
denying our self-worth!
Needing a deliverer ~ yet paying rent
to those who trap us ~ indefinitely,
like some caldron of reprisal
not quite ~ not yet ~ Hell!
Knowing the housing market
is indolent in its means
while we sacrifice our daily bread
to just keep going ahead!
Then hearing the voice of a child, next door
already three, already brave
fighting for his life ~ myositis, rare
encouraging us ~ calling us friend!
And sharing his hope
to belong in tomorrow
and the hurt breaks through
into a tear ~ and we wake up!
It's our resources
that have made us demur
not our being alive
as the cure!
And he is Indian ~ Dakota
knows he's stressed
sees the parent's longing
to be on their own ~
Emergency ~ refused by the tribal clinic
some new Government restriction,
Ambulence to Rochester ~ Mayo
rare ~ need to study ~ his case!
Big debt ~ bill, couldn't pay, thousands,
tribal clinic say "no deal"
wrong rescue squad
not in their jurisdiction!
But still Indian, and little
Bigger clinic, Minnesota ~ famous
millions of dollars for research,
yet the little guys ~ still get the bill!
The Mother, trailer, empty jars, stacked by the door
ready for the next donation
posted at the truck stops
grocery stores, post office!
If you want to study the poor
or sick, or needy
rent a space where it already exists
like a woman Mayor of Chicago once did!
Back in the 80's, when thoughtfulness
still was an option!
Categories:
rescinding, childhood, health, hope,
Form:
Monorhyme
Each subsequent process of cell division
i.e. mitosis sans biological parlance
erodes chromosomal cap re: telomere if u can envision
some juncture senescence prevails –
apoptosis no chance to prevent natural degradation
and one alternate decision opting to bail out
subsequent etching chronological age –
averse at a glance to mortal male, who decries death breed’s frisson.
Thus disallowing healthy end of life discussion
once tutu shed rescinding plenti more figurative song and dance routines
final curtain call closes existence, where grim reaper jeers with derision
at attempts to thwart cessation of mortality,
whereby scientists seek to en-hance longevity –
even exhuming the dead (or thawing deceased
from suspended animation) and experimenting
with nonanesthetic induced incision.
To rewind expired meter fostering demise after staying alive –
with lance a lot chock full of chemical concoctions (hatched at round table)
to revive corpse as ultimate mission.
Yet, any effort to transcend genetic bulwark engendered
from bulge in pants (that initially unleashes biological reproduction
viz zit head via seminal swimmer in tandem with merging ova)
based on advantageous coupling favored position,
ought not be tampered with
lest havoc t’will rent asunder ranting rabid quest per final course
since egg versus chic hen ala kin collision.
Inscribed within DNA blueprint from extinct cousins of uncles and aunts
prepping monster to burst from Ray Kurzweil laboratory
whereby to halt recalcitrant son or daughter spanning cradle to grave
invariably yields zombie, spells monstrous FRUITION!
Categories:
rescinding, age, birth, character, creation,
Form:
NEW YEAR 2024
Adieu to New Year’s Eve , being nostalgic.
But ready to welcome New Year ! Me , fervid frolic.
Coming Year is inviting New Challenge and thrill.
Dreamy dormant desires are to pursue and fulfil.
Exciting ideas are waiting eagerly with expectation .
Feeling fervent fervour to proceed on determination .
Gorgeous gracious missions sure to follow on.
Happy New Year! Let the evils be gone.
Igniting inciting always the eternal truth
Journey of Life , whether uneven or smooth.
Kindling my inherent strength to dazzle.
Life full of troubles is nothing but a puzzle.
Making my family to feel great and admirable.
Noble, novel thoughts to activate turning viable.
Optimistically to approach onward more or less.
Patience, passion for plans and programs to progress
Quest for new venture to start on new gear.
Rescinding old grievances to breathe fresh on New Year.
Scores of past year are my assets and potential.
To try my best this year to be exceptional.
Union of past and present gives genuine essence.
Vow of New Year is based on past experience.
Worries and miseries of the past year to resolve.
“X” the unknown of New Year’s equation to solve.
Year 2023 got old and expired on natural process
Zone of New Year 2024 now to assess and access.
Categories:
rescinding, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Abecedarian
Don't judge another person
The guy you think is a jerk may not be a jerk after all
Why are we so quick to judge other people?
Either by their looks or their nationalities
Their race and what they look like
Do we know what they are inside at all?
They have the same blood, same human DNA genome from which each of us comes from
Why do we say they are not the same
And refer as such?
Well my friend, say if you are in a battlefield and need someone to rescue you
Would you say "let me see - he is not of the color I want - so I think I will wait"
Or would you say "come take me"?
Funny how we judge someone and can't even judge ourselves
I know I can't
We make the same mistakes time after time
And time after time God forgave us
Maybe that person makes the same mistake too
And act goofy
Whatever it is
Just know that you can't judge
You may have caught them on a bad day
When their hair is not straight
And they look disheveled, unkempt
Or they may have a run-in with someone
And they are angry and act disorderly
Who are we to know what goes on in each one's life?
Each person - a unique situation
Just as a unique you
Relenting not rescinding
Presenting not resenting
Be friending not be blaming
Be planting not be canting
Overlooking not complaining
We need to leave the judging for GOD
Categories:
rescinding, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Fantasy beguiled love upon one night.
Twisted, forbidden, walking out of fright,
She gave desire, I crashed ever contrite.
Destroying our love, for little delight,
Each day after, I cried in deep regret,
Though her eyes would never ever forget,
Remembering images, etched deeply set.
She told me of the love, now just a debt.
Rescinding our commitment, completely,
My heart still aches, for her repeatedly.
Her recall forever, regretfully,
My memory haunting deceitfully,
I could never produce any amends.
My mistake haunting, until my life ends.
written 5-28-2012
theme - 1)a broken heart
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name 3 forms, 3 themes |
Categories:
rescinding, life, loss, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
Journey's end evades, ever evading
Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind
Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding
Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me
Hard facts in consequences I have binned
Though in searching no-one seems to agree
Overland territories in spatial climes
Amalgamate in their entirety
Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes
Cast off to foreign shores, I would be bound
Oh to be wealthy wise, accrue plenty
Feted, lauded, plaudits crowned
Journey's end evades, ever evading
Overland territories in spatial climes
Categories:
rescinding, angst, how i feel,
Form:
Sonnet
It erosion my thought to Tyson bouts molded me to who I am today. Acid liquid rocks the precocious cockroaches disguising under the shade of table waiting to hit the night dinner. Sweeping smoke to mugs shape, water trickle wet my mustaches pointing to the sea, promising the land to germination, eggs aroma no iota of hope.
Piss shackles the thought to turkey’s luminaries; the weather hurts my feeling blood gushes in my veins to vehement. The brain rays thought to the dark wings to the rats poke sound spree ears to earthworms early in the morning to the months of rain downtown shout to the soot color.
My mind keeps crunching the sound of carapace of my feeling bleed to bulldozer exploding deplorable condition. I plant thinking to national center to sister scent, I accent bright smile to weep sad mind to minutes talk.
I hop on the tree to share it fruits, the thought canopies whole night on the face of whore to hooliganism. I eat the ripe fruits on my ribs rescinding pelvic monopoly want on the mountainous thinking wets the wrap. Cigar in the mouth of notorious King collides to the Oxygen through the follicles thrill me.
Categories:
rescinding, beautiful, blessing, change,
Form:
Ballad
This Aching Heart Cracked Like A Weathered Stone
This aching heart cracked like a weathered stone
fissures through lean muscle and solid bone.
There once dwelt love deep and never ending
now just faded memories rescinding.
There was pure joy in our romantic time
like sweetest rhythm in poetic rhyme.
Never ending nights cast heavenly spells
of truest romance and our planned wedding bells.
Now darkness rides me like a broken horse
while you are racing forth with no remorse.
I miss your soft touch and giving smiles
now time has you away a million miles.
Decades now and my understanding grown
Soul repaired this badly weathered stone.
R.J. Lindley,
Aug. 22nd, 1975
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100
Categories:
rescinding, art, destiny, life, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
It is now too late for you to
Straighten up and
Fly right!
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
It is too late to love your neighbor
There is nothing left to do now
But go back into the nothingness
From whence you come.
Day and night will no longer
Be separated by the sun
And the moon.
The sun will no longer co-operate
With your demand for light.
The children are suffering
My elders are unhappy-
And do not - want to live
Upon this planet again.
All the worms have turned;
Every punched has been pulled;
You have failed to pass
The test of time.
No more shall you remember
the promise of eternity.
The moon is blood red
The rivers are bleeding,
Mother Earth’s blood.
She has been savagely raped
And abused.
I will not restore knowledge that has been
Lost or misused.
You had the law and
you did not use it.
To those of you who have been
so unkind an untoward my creations.
You have failed to pass...
The test of time throughout the ages.
Fire rages
I am speaking from
my God-mind.
I am fed up
Finally.
When the grid
Breaks; And the earthquakes,
"Too late to remedy the plunder."
The senseless murders and destruction.
No way to balance the metabolism
No way to love your brothers
Of different colors.
Back to the void--Back to the nothingness,
that you were before
I imagined you.
I am now rescinding my breath
Revoking the stewardship.
I will in one million years recreate
a new species.
They will decipher your written words;
And they will create laws that ban the ways
Of you new primitive men.
My new species will not
invent ways to ignore me,
I will pattern them after the Amish;
They will be good stewards of
"Mother Earth".
and...Will become at one with the
With the universe and Its Laws.
But as for you, your time is done;
Back you go into the dark hole.
And you will become undone.
No-one on my new planet
Will discover you.
You have failed to pass
The test of time;
There’s no way now to keep time.
Now there are no righteous left, to
Make things
Right.
Blessed are the ones that have
Already transcended
Before times words were rescinded.
And I who created you:
Decided to end it.
Message to the masses
Concerning the madness...
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2018
Categories:
rescinding, abuse, earth, symbolism, universe,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Man's a poetry
throughout him and within him.
A limb of where he'll be
without him and begin him.
A poet's prophecy.
A life that is rescinding.
A prophets right to be.
A rule at ease for winning.
Categories:
rescinding, identity, image, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Quatrain
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who whiz squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Categories:
rescinding, america, change, father, grave,
Form:
Free verse
I die … without a fight … yet not conceding
But gently, as the world around me ages
Rescinding gift of health, each sense receding
As life escapes me, in retreating stages
Perhaps beyond this chapter lies conclusion
Or if another chapter, maybe better
Yet maybe, this is but a Grand Illusion
If so, I’m glad we were deceived together
When I am gone I hope you will remember
That life became us and our time on earth
I know that I will keep one thought forever
That you became the measure of my worth
Categories:
rescinding, death, life,
Form:
Quatrain