Best Retell Poems

and I hunger for you, like a moth
longing for one last flicker of flame 
nestled deep inside my heart

the memory of my childhood worship sits deep 
as an innocent deer panting by the riverside 
and I need you now, ... like I need the air...

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From the tips, of her white foam caps
To the bottom of her swells
The depth of our Love for her
Only the Ocean can retell 
As we sat on pristine beaches
Kissed by waves upon our feet
Calling Us to join in with her
On this nautical Retreat

With her coolness,...

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Dear fellow poets – the young and the young once,

Modern poetry to me is “today’s poetry.” It presents poetry from the hearts of current writers using their own unique styles, which are influenced and inspired by other poets – both of yesteryears and now; that...

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Shotgun shells, fireworks, an empty casing,
Burnt gunpowder sensed with imagined smell,
Bring a smile as the mind begins onward racing,
Of times past and grand stories to retell,
Hunts to remember; 4th of Julys raising hell.

Even the repugnant is remembered with glee,
Fresh swine manure upon beds of loose...

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(TWIN FLAMES)

Like he pleaded for your friendship
Let’s say he did, alright he did!
Polite rejection would be great,
But all those “hellos” were as fake
He thought being true was good enough,
And hoped by her life would look up.
As in his mind was the thought born,
It there did...

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The Gift of Christmas

Some people say Christmas in this present time
Wanders lost
Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung
On an artificial bough.

Some people say the Spirit of Christmas
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering commercials
For diamond rings and robot toys.

Some say our...

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How Fine Life Is To man, When His Crops Are All Green

Yesteryear, I saw grapes hanging heavy on the vines
Such bounty was not all, bright where the windy pines.
Green the grass grew, fodder for all of mankind,
How I wish I knew, that righteous path to...

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You and me,
we got a lot of storefront love
Yes, we got pockets full of
coupon passion
Discount tears are so ooh  ooh
out of fashion
‘Cause we got plenty smiles on the shelf,
and even more good kisses on display
Giving free samples to each other everyday

We are two items...

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Crannies in Time 

Resting beneath a pile of silken scarves and soft kid gloves -
Hatboxes filled with old tweed caps, cuff links bearing long lost crests,  
A leather box – a jewelry case – opened to reveal a ballerina’s spinning grace, 
To release a...

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Now is going on through a secret way
Between the martyrdoms and the ground wall,
My master, and I behind him to stay.

“Oh highest virtue, who me gently haul
In wicked rounds”, I started, “If you please,
Speak to me, and to my requests befall. 

The persons  who...

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Daddy, your bed time stories were the best.
The extra prescision you took while reading a book,
To overcome your struggles and ensure you pronounced each word correctly,
Were the most beautiful sounds.
The way you would sit and practice slowly, 
Sometimes repeating words out loud or to yourself,
In...

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I felt as if I was intruding, invading her space,
When instructed, I reached out and touched her face.
I stood in awe before South Africa’s gentle giant.
I listened to the story of her proud and defiant
Fight for survival. Elephants at Knysna are so few.
The hunters had...

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Outside my dorm window, the snow began to fall;
Everybody had gone home, but I didn’t have a car.
Christmas break started yesterday, they’re gonna throw me out;
I’ve got no place to go, I’ll just be wandering about.

Rubbing elbows with the rich kids on an academic ride,
But...

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On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in putrefied requiem.

Abashed metropolis
echoing of muted voices once adorning the streets
in...

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She sat alone
Against jagged stones
Carving her misery into them
Watching the blood, red and worn
Retell her sorry tale

The ocean waves crashed at her feet
As if trying to warn her
As if trying to tell her something
"He isn't there anymore"

But she won't heed the angry voices
Nor will she...

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