Best Send Back Poems
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You can travel back in time if you write about poop.
Back to sixth grade is where we’ll get sent.
There is a time machine waiting that’ll send back our scent.
We can giggle at farts that we rip in the hall.
Or maybe grease one out when we pick up a ball.
Back to sixth grade? Where do I sign?
That would be better than reading poems that whine all the time.
From the seat of our bikes, we’d pass gas all around.
A smellier bunch would never be found.
Just don’t lite a match, it could blow down your door.
We all could read comics about Iron Man and Thor.
For a seat back in time, a stinker I’ve got.
If it’s all about poop, then I’ll give it a shot.
I hope you’ve enjoyed this rhyme I’ve sent forth.
It’s a fart just for you, sent down from the North.
Categories:
send back, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
When Red Sunset, Shines Its Brightest Inspiring Lights
When morning glories glow, your closed heart opens again
dawn's breaking light shows, a true faithful, loyal friend;
can you then cleanse the hate from your embittered eyes
open hard closed ears to hear this heart's saddest cries?
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
When red sunset, shines its brightest inspiring lights
you feel that cool night's soft breeze, forget our big fights;
see a future when we can dance under new stars
forget the hard times, those bitterest of our scars!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice, see how it all rolls!
If this poem sent, with its sadden heartfelt plea
can repair the great damage, heal both you and me;
send back this letter sealed with a red lipstick kiss
write pretty love words, the ones that I dearly miss!
Please meet me there at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Recall our friendship, and cherished years we both knew,
remember we fought this dark world, just me and you!
Hold to sworn vows, that united once tender souls,
take a chance, toss the dice see how it all rolls.
Meet me Friday at our favorite lakeside spot,
sweet darling, give this broken man another shot!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-14-2018
Rhyme, ( The Letter Sent)
Edited version of a poem written over 42 years ago.
Although heart-sent and truly felt, there was no reuniting and love thus reborn, however life did march ever onward and the torn, worn, weary and broken heart was not swiftly healed. Yet time eventually did heal it...
Categories:
send back, deep, desire, feelings, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for
Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain
Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin
I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail
Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled
Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss
How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run
I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance
James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "
Categories:
send back, angst, death, family, father,
Form:
Quatrain
I wriggle toes, down deep into the sand,
Thus taking five short minutes in repose
To breathe the tropic beauty of this land,
Until the horrid stench assaults my nose.
I've never seen such waters, crystal blue,
That match these South Pacific island reefs,
Yet now they're dyed a solid crimson hue,
The blood of boys, atoned for bent beliefs.
How can I be surrounded by such charms -
By beauty that can take most any breath,
And yet, I work retrieving legs and arms ...
From waters, red, the vestiges of death?
Now all that's left is searching thru the foam,
For bits of these dear lads ... to send back home.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "May 2019 Premier 4, Any Form - Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
send back, beach, beauty, hero, sad,
Form:
Sonnet
As daylight dawns my eyes close
On another sleepless night
So cold and all alone without
Your arms to hold me tight
I look out through the glass
And watch the sunrise in the sky
And still I find no answers
As again I’m asking why
My nights they seem so endless
Then I face another day
So full of pain and loneliness
Since God took you away
People say that time will heal
That I’ll get over you
That one day I will laugh again
That I’ll find someone new
I only wish they’d understand
Why that will never be
I’ll never love another
For you were my destiny
And though I've tried to carry on
My fears I cannot hide
I just can’t face this world alone
Without you by my side
The tablet bottles empty now
And on our I lay
I put my hands together
Then I close my eyes and pray
Please God will you send back down
My Angel from above
Then he will gently take my hand
And lead me back to love
He’ll guide the way to Heaven
Where together we will be
Two Angel's who are blessed with love
For all eternity...
By Raina Hutchins
Categories:
send back, angst, death, god, loss,
Form:
Lyric
Land of the free???
Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses, yearning to breath free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shores,
Send those, the homeless,
Tempest-toss to me,
I lift my lamp besides the golden door
Enter welcome to liberty
Come enjoy this land
A nation built by the sweat and blood of immigrates
A chance for freedom
A chance for the American dream
We come along a way from that statement
From embracing arms to protest rallies
Hate spells from the top down
Laws passed to shut down the boarders
If the dream is to live America
Like those who came many years ago
Why is it now
That we do no longer want
The tired, the poor, the homeless
The children who suffer the most
Scared of the mob formed
Chatting slogans on hate
It is the norm to make fun of this situation
Who will do the work Americans will not do?
They are stealing jobs from Americans
God’s presence is sprinkled over the founding fathers
From their beliefs
To our constitution
Where has the love gone?
Why do we now not practice what god taught us
Love thy neighbor as you would love thy self
Are we now a loveless nation?
Are we now a Godless nation?
Here in America you must speak English first
If that is the case
Then why do I not hear us speaking the language of Native American
Go back where you come from
We do not want you here
Send back lady liberty
We seemed to have forgot her message
We have Forgot the nation that embraced the lost.
Categories:
send back, age, culture, fantasy, how
Form:
Free verse
spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose ******** led our man, a one,
mr. george crum
to do his best to satisfy the putz in question by
replacing the humdrum n’ waterlogged n’ sodden,
slithery,
pommes de terre
with
his
new
&
improved
(as thin as could possibly be imagined),
drenched in salt,
deep fried & sizzling,
immaculate conception.
and as you can imagine, mr. cornelius vanderbilt
(said unruly customer),
whom mr. crum felt would most assuredly send back the creation he just made,
again,
for his money back,
instead
had something of an ****** of the taste buds!
and so these
“saratoga chips”
came to be the next big thing---
satisfying lovers of starch, grease & salt, everywhere.
it didn’t take long for word to get to canada where they buried them things in
dill pickle,
ketchup,
jalapeño & cheddar,
salt n’ pepper,
roast chicken---or to
austria where they soak em’ in garlic, bulgaria, where paprika is the taste of the day—
& colombia boasts
mayonesa y limón,
egypt popularized the kebob & stuffed vine leave essence of zest,
you got oregano chips in greece
you got the overwhelming majority chomping down the tayto’s in ireland
whereas in
russia
it is caviar, crab and
shashlik
which make the people salivate.
regardless of where you are or what you are doing
you can get some kind of potato chip
yes,
you can suck down that sodium & grease
mmmmmmmm
i
myself
am currently in something of a sour cream n’ onion phase---
and i must say
i praise the day
that crum went back in the
kitchen
&
angrily
whipped up a batch of
yummyness
for
vandy
to
suck
down---
commencing
la revolución de patatas fritas.
Categories:
send back, life
Form:
Free verse
They sailed from ports
From Europe's past
To Ancient Civilisations
How long would they last
Genoa, Santander
To name just two
Galleons, traders
Who helped who
Distant lands
So far from their home
Indigenous tribes
Whose kings they'd dethrone
Aztec and Inca
Civilisations iconic
Along came the white man
Chronic
Pillaged for riches
To send back home
To fat bellied monarchs
Whose throne's groaned
Indigenous culture
Stripped from their land
Preached new culture
Forced to understand
Great civilisations
Of this planets past
With wanton greed
Would never last
Civilisations modern
Whose next on the list
New Guinea tribes
White mans twist
To look back
At the carnage thrust
White mans greed
Was their only must
For all the lands
Who felt their sting
White man came, took everything
" Inspired by Midnight Oil "
Categories:
send back, adventure, faith, history, life,
Form:
Rhyme
ho ho ho the bus drive nothing to hide
a little dog in the window
of memories to tell the sadness of nuff
I am here tonight to show the trick
of society or the spending not afforded
by the puppy to be send back
as teary eyes ask you to dole a save
for a tee shirt forever stain by greed
of a pay check and a kill
Categories:
send back, sad,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I’m all out for In, Boys, I’m all out for In
I’ll not consign dear Europe to the bonfire or the bin
We’ve fought too many flippin’ wars to call this thing a day
And isn’t such division just a little bit passé?
We’re a tiny little island, all surrounded by the sea
And the days of the Empire are consigned to history
Let’s not be cast adrift, Boys, in some Captain Pugwash boat
Vote to stay in Europe, Boys, it won’t dry up the moat
What say you? Immigration? What, the white ones or the black?
Which ones, which precisely, are you wanting to send back?
The ones who work for naff all cash, in dirt and sweat and mud?
Or the ones who ran from ISIS just to save their children’s blood?
What say you? Benefits? Well now, you’d best look in to that
It isn’t quite that easy for them all to get a flat
There’s rules to do with public funds, and residence as well
And doesn’t all that tax evasion leave a nasty smell?
And what about Intelligence, and Military Alliance
Employment, the Economy, and Human Rights compliance?
What will happen if we leave, well, lovely Boys, it won’t be pretty
There’ll be rhetoric on rhetoric, committee on committee
And all of flippin’ Europe will be looking down its nose
“You’re not with us, you’re against us” will be how the anthem goes
And Boris, hey don’t start me off, don’t listen to the bloke
Unless you went to Eton you’re the punchline of his joke
“More Bolly, Boris?” “Do you know, I don’t mind if I do
Oh dear, I fear I’ve drunk the lot, and now there’s none for you”
And Dave isn’t much better, though he’s talking far more sense
Hey, even Ms Claire Perry’s on the right side of the fence
And what about the Berlin Wall, the night that it came down
You could hear the cheers from Germany from old Devizes Town
We all thought that was progress, some sure sign of evolution
How can leaving Europe be a sensible solution?
And would you trust the Government to sell you a used car?
I’d rather have them supervised by Europe, thank you, ta
So, Votey McVote Face, it’s all down to you
I’m all out for In, Boys, and I hope that you are too
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
send back, community, confusion, destiny, england,
Form:
Couplet
I believed I was the worst man ever
Fallen in love mum said things will change
An enemy in my heart I call a lover
Marriage is really strange
I wonder why you sit among the Lords of men
When a page of you has no color of pink
Agony moments multiplies by ten
I vow never to follow a man’s link
Don’t tell me you have a womb
A bottled-neck with a tight lid
A place for you should be a tomb
A mother with no crying kid
Your works deter satisfaction
Output from you very minimal
Fatherhood is not a bold fashion
You better learn from your cinema
Let my wine journey back to my family
A dozen- of -thank you will I send back
A load I have carried in marriage shortly
I need them all like in a truck
Let my virginity journey first
Hell serves me witness
Marriage has really made me a twist
My heart now has listeners
Life so better without that jail
You better leave without a good bye
Should have thought before using this thick tail
Now I will move with my bachelors tie
Better engage in investment
Than in a matrimony
After all the so-called enjoyment
The problems with men are the many
Categories:
send back, africa, anger, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Blank verse
WAKE UP CALL
Our Navy boom box -
“Reveille Reveille ladies! It’s time to wake up!”
Never laid under covers,
took too long to make the bed.
Talk about a time table!
Never learned to eat so fast -
20 minutes,
no matter if you were first, or last
in line.
Exhilaration in passing written test.
Well think again!
For the roar of tears,
broke my heart,
but I went on
as they went their way,
set back,
hoping for another chance.
80 women in one room,
with different personalities!
I shared a bunk bed,
with a mean one.
One recruit
returned back to barracks -
looped.
Another recruit - snapping
naughty pictures
to send back home.
And we even had a devil worshipper -
Too bad!
I hope she found her sound mind!
Christmas Eve church service
crooned
the Christian Navy hymn:
Eternal Father, strong to save*
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea! Amen!
Those of us who attended mass -
singing Christmas Carols,
were high
with gladness and laughter.
My bunkmate
merely said
“Shut up”
I wish her well.
Hit the pillow -
next day of reveille
Christmas Day!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Lyrics by Reverend William Whiting and music by Reverend John B. Dyke
Categories:
send back, christmas, memory, military,
Form:
Narrative
"I like you, but not like you think that I do
So let's just be friends - is that all right with you?
And please give me back all the gifts that I gave
and by any chance, did all of the wrapping you save?
Cause, now that we're "friends", I'm sure you'll agree
I should regift them all for my new love to see.
She's awfully picky, so please don't you bring
all the words that I said when I gave you that ring-
I was drunk. I was sick. I was on my death bed
and quite nearly insane, if not out of my head
So please just get lost, and I don't mean that mean,
but my new love is sure to arrive on the scene
So just send back the gifts, (you don't mind the expense)
It's the least you could do - for one of your friends..."
Categories:
send back, funny, life, people, social,
Form:
Couplet
To lighten the load, I suggest
stop adding to the stack.
Next, are there things you could sell,
return … perhaps send back?
Perhaps your load is more challenging,
than just, a lot of things.
Perhaps load is a lack of funds,
and all the stress … that brings.
Perhaps your load is more serious,
involves illness or death.
Or involves life’s uncertainties
that takes away … your breath.
Perhaps this, or perhaps that, but
one thing I know for sure!
Know the name of “someone special,”
who’ll help you … to endure.
His name, a name Christ always knew,
a name that he made known.*
Psalm 83:18 verse where,
Jehovah’s name … is shown.
*The “hearer of prayer,” Jehovah,
is God’s personal name.
Not responsible for your loads,
so please … God never blame.
To lighten loads, may I suggest,
Jehovah, get to know.
Christ in tears, called on Jehovah,*
same trust … I pray we’ll show.
Categories:
send back, bible, encouraging, god, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
We sit inches apart,
glowing screens between us,
a thousand miles wide.
We speak in echoes,
algorithm-fed replies,
pre-packaged thoughts
we never owned.
I send you a message.
You send back a reaction.
A digital thumb,
a cartoon heart,
a flicker of presence—
then gone.
We gather in crowded rooms,
silent, heads bowed in reverence
to the gospel of notifications.
A congregation of ghosts,
all here,
all absent.
Your voice is there, but flattened.
Your eyes are there, but dimmed.
I reach for you—
but you are buffering.
And yet, we post proof of life,
a curated display
of curated selves,
hoping someone, somewhere,
will see beyond the pixels,
will touch something real.
But no one does.
Because we are so connected,
yet we can’t see each other anymore.
Categories:
send back, conflict, internet,
Form:
Free verse