Best Returns Poems
As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice
retreats in memory
Summers of sangria blossoms
drape their crimson blooms-
exhale against an arc of sighing skies
Seasons conspire
to tempt the wanderer on,
but it’s the stolen thoughts of childhood
that bring the wanderer home.
© Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
returns, absence, adventure, childhood, growing
Form:
Free verse
Krummes Holz gibt auch gerades Feuer
Crooked logs make straight fires [Work with what you have.]
Downcast eyes scan; the larger fear’s in deeds.
Germany thrives on the allied dollar
having culled the herd; they bank euro collared.
I, remnant of the tribe of David, take heed.
Full, again, of pride, the German strides
bold as brass across the pristine Alpine
scene, offering migrant shelter in line
with its own future needs as need coincides.
Who will be the tinder, the next confined
and the fly to the spider’s gruesome tale.
Prominence ignites dominance, the grail
binds with the golden eagle enshrined; it blinds,
yet, how few the choices, the wretched wail;
the tempted homeless yearn within the gale.
Published by Page & Spine 2016
Categories:
returns, freedom, heartbroken, loss,
Form:
Sonnet
Loneliness teases like looming shadows on winter's floor
As darkness settles in and closes the door
Like a thief, it takes the light that was shown
To create a reminder of being alone
A heavy heart isn't always easy to lift
Empty hands once held dreams, through fingers they sift
Old pictures and things, longing for change
Waiting for time to come around and rearrange
Like thoughts that are stuck in places unknown
The new will come, when light returns to be shown
Heidi Sands
2/16/22
Categories:
returns, light, loneliness, night,
Form:
Rhyme
When love is given but not returned
the heart begins to hurt a lot
When love is kindled but you get burned
For the echo returns not
When dawn breaks with dulcet birdsong
And the melody hits the spot
Yet joy does not come along
As the echo returns not
When a poem speaks to us from the page
With the inspiration it has brought
Yet we remain muted, disengaged
Then its echo returns not
Categories:
returns, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Memories wound like shards of shrapnel
exploding through the restless night
bursting into jagged slivers like broken glass,
leaving a heart wretched and contrite.
Ears strained to hear voices crying
from somewhere within the dark beyond,
the place lying between emptiness and sighing
but not one echoing refrain responds
Not a single word from the void spoken
Silence takes a ransom toll on emotions
There's not a whispered breath, no scant token
that offers hope in any measure of devotion
Shattered is the heart that has been forgot
In the midst of grief, a voice it does not hear.
It's time to move on for the echo returns not.
and in its absence, a heart must prove austere.
Purge all the sorrow and wash away its stain.
No longer whisper and do not strive to hear
nonexistent echoes that resound in refrain,
those ricocheting words that never did cohere.
Categories:
returns, emotions, eulogy,
Form:
Rhyme
(A limerick for Jack Ellison)
A surgeon was called to do operation,
as Jim's "little friends" need urgent attention.
His aspiring poetess wife
Scarlet yields a mean word knife;
To reduce sillyballs was her only intention.
*sillyballs? syllables! duh...
09 October 2015
Categories:
returns, humorous, science,
Form:
Limerick
Should it hurt?
The word "LOVE"
A gift of happiness,
togetherness
A breath to breath combination
stomach rotation, when love is gone
Should it hurt?
Moving on!
Pulling oneself together
After falling far from heartache
A feeling hard to bare
until another comes along
The End
Chase-
Categories:
returns, birth, lost love, love,
Form:
Verse
Gently their world now breathes fresh life
into a dormant winter’s heart;
for behold the leaves are rife
with fragrance, zest and strength to start
their lives anew as hopes impart.
His arms, her eyes unfurl a wing
unhurried. She reveals her face;
a thousand blooms that are hiding
suddenly opens an ice-chilled place,
when vows reseal pale love with grace.
From cold nights, one lesson they learn...
burying faith down to the ground
is trite. A point of no return
from chains they refuse to be bound,
affirming to stay... godly crowned.
Point Of No Return Contest 12/10/2016
Sponsor: Nicola Bryne
Categories:
returns, devotion, faith,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Of all the blooms that herald spring's return,
The crocus reigns supreme, a regal sight,
As if the earth has shed its wintry stern,
Its vibrant hues a welcome, bold, and bright.
The petals, delicate as morning dew,
Unfurl like silken ribbons in the breeze,
Bring hope and joy to all that's come anew,
And dance upon the meadow with such ease.
Like tiny cups of hope, they dot the land,
A promise of the life that's yet to come,
And when the snow has melted, they expand,
A symphony of color, one by one.
So let us savor every crocus bloom,
As spring returns and banishes the gloom.
Categories:
returns, blessing, flower, may, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
(One Moment In Time- Whitney Houston)
I touch the dawn when fear explains
the reasons why this chill remains
I wait for sun to paint the skies
in hues of hope to fill my eyes
I touch the dawn inside my mind
with every thought that I can find
My hands outstretched, I’ll not give in
feel it within
Until love returns to me
Until you make your way to my door
When darkness surrenders the brilliance of light
and I am not wanting for more
Until love returns to me
and the morning sun fills my heart
When dreaming no longer awaits
nevermore, nevermore to be apart
Categories:
returns, love, song,
Form:
Lyric
Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we could use a few more like you,
to tickle us until we spew,
keep em coming on true blue,
till you sidestep out the gate.
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE.
Yes Bob it's enjoyable,
tossing lines back n forth,
stirrin the possum one more time,
till he don't know south from north,
words do flow tween toe n toe,
never to be rich, but mates abound,
all around, jabbering onward forth!
good on ya Bob
ya aint no snob,
to know a Galah like me,
great words you talk,
I'll squeak n squalk,
till this bird is flappin free:)
Don
to bring a smile to a few dials, in the nasty world we have,
do whatever you do with style, if not call 4 a cab hehehe,
great hobby mate ...no debate ...but feedback brings it on ..
the words do flow ...sandgoanna goes ....but Johnson lingers on
on ya Bob
Don
Categories:
returns, adventurewords,
Form:
Rhyme
Tim asked Aunt Sheila, ‘How’s Melbourne today?
I hope you are having a nice Christmas Day,
I opened my present before the phone rang,
So thank you for sending me that boomerang.
But I hoped you’d send me a bat and a ball
And not some bent wood, I don’t want that at all!’
‘Well, just throw the damned thing away,’ she cried.
‘Believe me, Aunt Sheila… I really have tried!’
Categories:
returns, christmas, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts.
But I get no response, not even an echo return.
Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices
And along seastrands with the sibilance of waves and the roar of billows.
When we paced hand in hand with a single song at heart against time and tide,
Every word and every syllable you uttered echoed with a love so true,
Creating sweet reverberations in my heart and sending me to raptures.
I don’t know when was it that the whirlwind came sweeping along
Scarring us by lightning as a flash of fury followed by deadly thunder
And crushed the delicate petals of our blossoming love.
I am plagued with longings and memories come crowding in my mind
Tears ooze out from the wide stretch and corners of my misty eyes.
I, then call out your name with all my might in thundering voice,
As the drowning man clutches at the straw, as the last desperate attempt.
But I get no response and no echo returns to my utter disillusionment.
However, in a mystical way, I get perennially connected
To your life’s light and darkness and your heart’s mute language.
Though no echo returns, in my heart your voice lingers for ever,
Chanting love’s sweet refrains and staying as a bitter sweet reminder.
I often get blended with your scent which stands out and makes me giddy
Among a plethora of so many other less intoxicating fragrances.
Now I wander through the empty corridors of my life
Again, and again calling out your name, but no echo,
R….E…..T…..U…..R…..N....S!
Categories:
returns, anxiety, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The sea was calm, the shore silent,
No echoes resonated there,
A walk along the ocean meant
To cleanse the soul and lay it bare;
As shadows lengthened, they strolled on,
No feelings stirred, no words spoken,
What they had before was now gone,
What was left was all that's broken;
No memories rang through the shore,
No relationship left to care,
They drifted apart more and more,
No love echo returned to share.
Categories:
returns, emotions, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Silent is the echo as pride shouts
selfishness causing pouts...
self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts
self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
self-reliance wavers upon attacking doubts
self-pity maneuvers toward false humility-routes…
The echo returns not indeed...
as self-sufficiency does arrogantly succeed
self-exaltation declares me-I-my-mine creed
self-inflicting pain midst guilt continues to breed
self-denial actually hoists covetousness and greed
self-love matters most, not recognizing God with His deed.
Categories:
returns, character, christian, god, how
Form:
Rhyme