Best Trace Poems
Paradise Leaving Not A Trace
I took the last picture off the wall
then my broken heart started to bawl
on the floor lay your broken vows
fat they lay like bloated cows
The love sworn by your sacred heart
flipped over like an apple cart
the corner lay three mismatched shoes
I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues
I took that picture and held it tight
sad memories of our fightin' last night
you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
grieved as you beat on that dead horse
I saw dear hope entered my heart today
I saw a picture that reminded me of you
the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
sun shining so like you in her skies
Tell me just one more time how you care
lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
baby, please forget those recent fights
Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
lock the doors, not take any damn calls
undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
stay in that paradise leaving not a trace
Robert J. Lindley, 06/21/1976
This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally
divorced. I had my best friend deliver it. He said she threw it into the
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lake. Next morn I
knocked on the door there, her mother answered. I asked for my poem back
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This
is the first time I have ever shared it with anybody since she never even read
it.
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
suffer too. And often rightly so...
These mismatched and misplaced moments make sense
– especially now
while distance draws a breath,
making the picture completely cloudy,
I somehow allow
droplets on the window to trace my mood
- - especially now - -
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Just a little Scribble
sadness reads through every word,
many are alone with their despair,
when darkness comes of mind within,
you feel downcast, what was my sin,
my story reads like you, what's a man to do,
within?
seek n you will always find,
the lady with a sweeter mind,
looks enchanting from behind,
and life is sweet within...
loves ya babe be happy
Don
Tread lightly on the earth - you are walking on the back of your own children's future
inspired by Sierra Club and Brian Strand's contest
My Yearning Love
While I sit alone on this wooden bench where last we both sat
My conscious mind reflects on the past
The autumn light of day ripples through
Amongst the baldachins between columns of the highest peaks,
The cadence pulse of nature sounds flows through
The tendrils of limbs and leaves play.
I glance into the heavens with peacefulness
For only a brief glimpse
Feeling the tease of cool, crisp breeze against my face;
And your presence summons by my yearning love
For a trace of your soul’s faithful love and tenderness
By: Eve Roper 8/30/2015
My morning excursion to the pee pee place
Is fraught with danger, often fall on my face
Walls, doors, even the dresser
Obstacles cause me lot of displeasure
Destroying my good looks with nary a trace
Soldiers and cannons
Bastions and ravelin structuring
Fortifications
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-3.php
She was posh and built at enormous cost
Alas, She was fated to be star-crossed
Plunged to Her eternal grave
Capt Smith gave a final wave
And shouted, "Cheer up folks! All hope is lost!"
The Trace of My Rose
Lie down my precious, close your eyes
Relax yourself, get ready for a sensuous surprise
Its stem is long, free of all thorns
Its pedals are fully blossomed and thick
So soft and tender wonderfully clothed in red.
Its power is awesome, this you will see
As it journeys all over you, starting from your head.
The strokes are slow and sweet
Poised to make the touch so intense
Sliding down your face, your nose, your cheeks, your lips, your eyes
This is only a prelude for soon my passion will have you high
The journey continues as my rose glides down your voluptuous body
Teasing your neck and tingling your chin
For sooner or later I know you will want me in.
The place is now your breasts
The caresses are gentle and focused
Your nipples rise as I perfect my stride
Over those mounds of joy you possess.
As they stand erect giving salute to my attention
Did I mention that the pleasures have only begun?
How smooth and flat is thy stomach!
What path of ecstasy does this way lead me!
Oh your thighs! How my eyes light up and open wide
My rose is coming to tease your surprise
Like caramel pillars of pleasure they are
The red trace neglects not these round delights
Running all over your fortress is the honor of the red rhythm maker.
It is confined to your surface
I will now proceed inside
You have been mesmerized by my rose
For the results of my trace you cannot escape
Dexter Humphrey
This is what should have posted last night. Thank you for your understanding
Erasing every trace
“Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight”
The winter wind is cold
as I stand in the yard
staring up at a
the first star of the evening,
one we shared often
Gazing upon its light, wishing,
certain it shimmers for some,
those holding hands and dreaming
of a future as bright
as these icicle glistened heavens
Now though dimming, fading
with the universe
where possibilities once thrived
as if life were real
and not some fabled archer
When then the ground crumbles,
giving way beneath my feet,
frozen earth opens up,
swallowing me
into a deep abyss
And as the surface falls,
caving in, creating
a darkness like
I have never known before
I whisper, “thank you”
For soon spring will come,
and new grass will grow
over the disturbed land,
erasing every trace,
that I ever was
And I will know
beyond a shadow’s doubt
That my wish upon that first star tonight
was granted…
Good night Soupers
Note: The opening stanza is from the 19th-century English poem by Jane Taylor, "The Star".
turkey,all cut up
lesson,dont bet on self tons
they bust,the gut one
Here I lie and trace
The red crescent moon
You left on my waist.
Fingers traced my spine,
Dug in deep, drew this
Shaded shape of mine.
Trace the tender mark
You branded on my
Neck and naked heart.
Trace of sadness wracks your tear-stained eyes
and stream of sorrow creases your weary face.
You have been crying and you cannot hide it,
it is plain for all to see.
Now you know it is such an imperfect world,
yet, you just have to carry that heavy cross.
It is a rough road to the hill of Calvary –
Eden does not exist.
Sadly you wish for the past to return
to get away from your present trials.
But life isn't that way and you know it,
you just have to carry on.
So stand straight, bravely face the tempest,
with your pride intact and your head unbowed.
Wipe away the trace of sadness from your eyes
and find a different you.
The god elaborated his thinking ,
to save the mother earth from sinking .
He chiseled an innovative mind ,
which is having unending quest to find.
The new era got blossomed,
with all the might nature questioned.
Why the beautiful nature is converted to desert,
as paving of new ways could bring hazard.
All around the nature is being blazed,
the beauty of nature is tended to be erased.
The nature is searching her inmost voice,
that could replenish her integrity erasing all noise.
They are the blessed messengers,
came to save the life of earths passenger.
To regain the beauty beyond the revealed words,
and converting her to joyful clattering birds.
She’s gone, there’s no Trace
No more leather, no more lace
No alluring smile upon her face
He took her and left me with no Trace
A dark and troubled life she’d led
The hidden tears dark eyes had shed
Dangerous waters she had tread
Today I found out Trace was dead
Tough and hard, the role she’d played
Of nothing, she said, was she afraid
But when all her cards had been laid
Twas a tender heart God had made
A sister’s love we had shared
To each other souls were bared
Standing by her when no one dared
Staying with me when no one cared
Now she’s gone, I have no Trace
No long black hair falling ‘cross her face
In heaven now, a better place
Leaving me here without a Trace
I’ll miss you…