Best Tracing Poems
Distance directs its path in my direction- in yours
unable to be removed from the remnants left behind
we stay on this journey
Tracing Time
shall your wish be the same as mine?
Gone is another year,
new moments are upon you and me
Still-
We are tracing,
simply racing against time
Distance directs its path in my direction- in yours
we move about, in the same location,
through connection
Yet, are separated only through space
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~ Even the wind feels its touch ~
Thoughts from the heart
Many Blessings to all, as the New Year softly whispers its welcome
Categories:
tracing, journey, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Feeling awkward to ring his own doorbell
Fearing someone else has taken his place
He lingers there, standing on the dark porch
Jealous of the solitary moth buzzing her air,
Walking away briskly, unsure what to say
If she opens the door at this midnight hour,
He retreats hastily, resuming to go nowhere.
Road he knows well, takes him to quiet beach
Where together they inflamed ardent promise
When bouncing tides had sensuous meaning.
Sights on his walk treat him like a stranger
As blooms curl up upon glancing his stare
Dissipating remnants of nocturnal fragrance.
Stars that once twinkled, now look darkened,
Air that refreshed souls now smells misty salt
As silence reigns words yearning for dialogue.
Crushed by saddened raps, he turns around
And there he sees her tracing his lonely path--
Ignoring his open arms, briskly she carries on.
June 3, 2018
Placed first in contest #525 by Brian Strand
Categories:
tracing, break up, heartbroken, lost
Form:
Free verse
** SCENES FROM HOME **
The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing
The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath
Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her
Tresses and turquoise skirt flying up in a lunging wind
As a red squirrel leaps onto a chipping-painted windowsill
To dig all through a neglected flowerbox, while he’s squawked at
By a blackbird, bowing over her nest, keeping watch
Nearby where there emanates the enchanting sound of piano
Nocturnes that the son (in rolled-up shirtsleeves) nicely plays
While a ping-pong ball rolling, clacks across the cellar floor,
Beguilling the cat into a frenzied attempt to seize her prey
At the hallway’s end, Grandma asks a mirror about her appearance.
“Is there a flower fairy to bring a blooming loveliness to my age?”
Mirror, ready to answer, “Just look! Radiance grows inside every day.”
But, the answer on-coming, found Grandma, chin-on-hand, fast asleep.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/14-15/2023
Thanks be to God—-
Categories:
tracing, animal, family, fantasy, home,
Form:
Imagism
Your footprints I follow
Linking us together
Evidence of our love
I will follow your trail
Unto the end of time
Tracing your thoughts
Back to mine
I have made a sketch
Of your beauty inside
I will paint it
As a artist would
This master piece of Love
Each stroke taken
Eclipsed around your heart
This shape
I will always remember
These beats of sound
Pump through my soul
My blood flowing with yours
Keeping our love alive
Categories:
tracing, love,
Form:
Free verse
A faded glimpse you can't recall.
A ghost you saw not in the hall.
A cirrus cloud that dissipates.
The losing side in class debates.
The past returning past the dawn.
A recollection that now is gone.
An empty feeling now that's full.
Just what is it you're trying to pull.
Eleven hours, call it a day.
What the hell's he tryin' to say.
Between the lines you'll understand.
Just take your head out of the sand.
The second time you got it right.
And still not sure you saw the light.
Appraisal from an inept source.
Misguided stars to chart your course.
A fleeting sense of what you want.
Tomorrow's dreams that yesterdays haunt.
We wait for answers in our chairs.
It's not a wonder everyone stares.
Categories:
tracing, assonance,
Form:
Rhyme
cocktail of gold stars
melts on half-distilled kisses
like grapes to wine’s mouths
tracing each other’s faces
as night refills love’s caress
Categories:
tracing, happiness, love,
Form:
Tanka
Tracing My Family Tree
By Elton Camp
With my family genealogy I became fascinated
And much wanted to see to whom I was related
I was sure that my ancestors were men of power
Family rumors say they were on the Mayflower
The previous two generations were easy enough
Because my father kept a record of such stuff
As I checked further back, it soon became clear
One ancestor has been hanged as a buccaneer
Another, I came to learn, his living had made
By dealing in the most shameful slave trade
About Grandpa Josh I found there’s no doubt
That we have relatives we didn’t know about
Then I learned that there was very good reason
To think another grandfather was shot for treason
And the Mayflower family story proved a bomb
It was through Ellis Island our ancestors had come
And when I traced them back to England’s shore
I decided it best if I studied genealogy no more
Because it might eventually become shown to me
That my oldest ancestor was a monkey in a tree
Categories:
tracing, familyfamily, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Tracing The Fault Line
Tracing the Fault Line wherever it goes
This way that way...Oops! Watch your toes!
Back to the core where all trauma began
Daylight Midnight...Oops! Sinking sand!
Tracing The Fault Line: each challenge a fault
Old wounds New wounds...Oops! Just like salt!
Replay each story... go back to the start
Dig deep Down deep...Oops! Hold your heart!
Tracing the Fault Line...back to the start
Wherever it goes...
Will heal your heart.
©deborah burch
11/23/2016
Categories:
tracing, allegory, heart, wisdom,
Form:
Verse
at night, i close my eyes
and see your smile
as it erases the distance between us;
sometimes i feel like a poem
lost somewhere in a poet's mind,
a thought
a dream
waiting to be released
on paper sheets
i can almost hear them,
unfinished poems
falling like leaves
in the silence of night
tossed about in autumn's air
as you write them out
i want to feel the warmth of your touch,
like a fingered-pen as you write me out
from the depths of your mind,
and be the breath that falls
from your lips to sheets,
a masterpiece being born
again and again.
sometimes i feel like the poet,
lost within my own words
and thoughts,
breathless upon the stage
after a midnight reading,
yet, i want to read you
again and again.
i want to be the whisper
that falls under the moon,
a kiss beneath the stars,
a breath from my lips
to yours,
be the silence of words
and the only thought
within your mind,
or all the thoughts
as you dream
on sheets of white
Categories:
tracing, love, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
My love
Has become more beautiful line by line
Her essence can be traced by looking behind
On many special moments her life defined
Her sadness
Within her lines there is a trace
Adding character to her lovely face
From her spirit eminates such grace
Her happy
Those lovely lines around her lips
I love to trace them with my finger tips
With tea in hand she smiles and sips
Her eyes
Upturned lines that seem to glow
Time is time it will not slow
With each line her spirit grows
Her individuality
It is celebrated by every line
I have never witnessed a woman more fine
A vision in every way, I'm blessed she's mine
Dedicated to my true love, who has never been more beautiful.
Categories:
tracing, beautiful, celebration, love, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Trace my wrist there's something there
It has no strings but I don't care
I just want to feel your touch
Along the neck, trace overmuch
Try to trace me out a song
Of many parts, that's very long
Practice often now, the aim
Is one day when you trace your name
Categories:
tracing, desire, i love you,
Form:
Rhyme
Time stopped for them on the serene sea shore,
pair of parallel footprints engraved the eternity
on the serenading sands that listened patiently
the rolling waves’ moist whisper of marine love,
conveyed to two hearts entwined by the glow
of twilight gleam reflected from sensuous sea,
her eyes sparkled in the beam of the lighthouse,
when the starless sky slided on surface of sea.
The light of her eyes went out one dark night,
the wrecked mariner set out to the high sea
on a voyage of solace riding the swells of tear,
the new sun didn’t rise on the receding horizon.
In endless night of tempest the fallen sad sky
drowned the dark moon and the debris of stars,
the surging wind carried the shards broken voice,
the craving call of the silent shore she deserted.
The beacon flickered like a candle in the wind,
he saw the glint of her eyes when they closed,
but the lingered rays of guiding light travelled
through the turbulent wake of floating memory.
The mariner returned with the tormented heart
on the crest of waves breaking on lonely shore,
traced her faded footprints to the lighthouse.
Written : December 22, 2018
June 2, 2020
Contest : Brian's Select 2
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
tracing, analogy, depression, light, lost
Form:
Free verse
In the twilight hour we are by the window
Open to the horizon hues
And to the brushing breeze,
See the sky shimmer with the last glow
Of the setting spent sun,
Its flickering flare floods your face
Now flushing with the touch of love
We brought this far together.
We haven’t counted the steps
But the footprints unfaded
I see deep within my mind
Yours beside mine
Pacing all the way together
Where we are now
Under the serene shade of still time.
The silver shine of the amorous moon
Sprayed blue sparkles through the window slit
Spreading mystique ecstasy on your eyes
Forming a deep azure sea
In which I swam across time,
Reached the distant shore filled with your scent
Where my first red rose touched your lilac lips
And we made demure dreams together.
The dreams drove us
Where we are now
Under the sensuous shadow of lingering love.
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Written : February 25, 2018.
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Categories:
tracing, dream, love, together,
Form:
Free verse
i had some vague dream
god gave me a blank canvas
to reshape my life
but after many attempts
one pattern kept emerging
Bite Size Poem no.9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Syllable counter ps 5/7/5/7/7
24/6/2021
Categories:
tracing, allegory, how i feel,
Form:
Tanka
I trace the ornate
Around edges of your frame
I breeze along your
Seemingly great opulence
Your fine figure is all mine
Russell Sivey
Categories:
tracing, life, love,
Form:
Tanka