Elopes Poems | Examples

Spin-Cycle Romance

Left sock, lone rebel,
elopes with the tumble dryer—
true love eats its mate.

Just Dead

?This is it
?A bid goodbye
?A farewell into the fluffy far lands
?Where souls tango and trouble is amiss
?
?A melancholic release
?Of sweet eerie sounds
?Resonate in the heart of the clouds
?As the soul departs and body retreats
?
?Like the petals from the morning bloom
?A gay smoke dances undead in the loop
?Lot's been learned, lot more has been unlearned
?Thus elopes the smoke into the clouds
?
?This is it
?A true lie is told
?Don't believe in man
?For a demise's gone unreckoned with
?
?The silence you speak
?I say it all so loud in peace
?I'm not just a man
?Aye! I'm a strange man
?
?What lies ahead
?Is seen in the eyes of the dead
?Aye! I'm a strange man
?Lost to all inside of him

Fleeting Victory

Fleeting Victory


Bleeding hearts
With deadened glare 
Sullen faces
Staring at the darkened phase
Looming keenly ahead
Staggering at the eloping future
along the sneaky passage
As the future elopes
Without a trace

choosing to suffer

desire and hope
ego groping
elopes with fear

Spring Poppies

The hills come alive with vibrant poppy hues,
From crimson red to golden yellow, a kaleidoscope of views.
They cast their shadows on the valley's gentle slopes,
A stunning aura, beauty that elopes.

In my mind's eye, I envision my love so dear,
Strolling with me through the poppy field, without a fear.
Bathed in the gentle springtime sun's warm embrace,
I place poppy flowers delicately in her hair, with grace.
Enchanted by the beauty, I feel heaven on this earthly place.

Birds flutter and sing amidst pink blossom trees,
Awakening me from my dreamy, love-filled reveries.
They dance and sway in the gentle breeze,
To the whispered melodies of the poppies' tease.
All winter they awaited, hidden in hedges below the hills,
Now, in full bloom, their beauty spills.

I wish this sight could last a little while,
Before the mustard wildflowers paint the hills in golden style.
Birds, bees, and butterflies will join the scene,
Creating a symphony of colors, oh, so serene.
May my heart hold onto this grand sight,
A memory to cherish, a pure delight.

AFRICAN BEAMS

When whispers shout out pain in silence
And echoes rejoice in gladness
A crowd of smiles in absence
Yet the back bone spares no one regardless
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams.

When lonely nights strike
And songs of sorrow envelop with pride
A lake of tears floods with spike 
Yet the backbone attacks in raid
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams

When heaven finally opens up
And hears the cries all in a wrap
A song of cheers elopes from their hives
For the backbone a shadow now cast with knives
I get to understand what it means
To be African in beams

Abandoned

Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon 
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume 
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit 
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee 

I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet 
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget 
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress 

Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows 
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow 
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point 
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint 

And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell

Pope Elopes

I was riding the bus to work
One day,
When the fellow sitting next to me
Turned to say
There’s an interesting article
In the newspaper today.
I looked at him,
My curiosity was roused.
Page seven he he said, if you care to browse.
I unfolded my paper and
Turned to the page.
Two-words caught my eye.
As I started to read,
I scratched my head.
Was this a mistake,
I questioned myself.
But sure enough
It was true
A Pope eloped yesterday afternoon

Loves Alleyway

When wantonness elopes the green
a blaze of colour occurs
stretched far into the day
The reciprecent celebrates
the elopers attention
The golden hum of bees pervades
along the meadowed stretch
as young lovers discuss
their two tired options
like pebbles along the sycamore bridle

The Crushing Grief

The crushing  grief when  someone chooses death
When life had shown much promise and much hope
Turns the  ones who loved to  find new paths

Some may sin, encouraged by cruel wrath
Against the  one who chose the wicked rope
The shock of grief  at such too early death

Others freeze  and cannot take a breath
Scarcely moving as their mind elopes
Making  then impossible   their path

The mountains  of  deep grief I could not pass
Until  a  warm gold light caressed  my heart
The  wounds  of grief , the sacrifice, the Mass

Do not dwell in darkness  and distress
Follow me he murmured  while we start
I will help you find a different path

The golden light  had brought for me a chart
The sea of life had ripples ,brilliant sparks
The suffering and the  grief from such a  death
Turned the  one who loved  onto this path.

I Hate It

I hate it

 I have been watching a love story on TV, and it never fails
I blow my nose get tearful; I curse myself for being a soppy fool
movies like this were made to appeal to my tear ducts.
The film is about a rich man’s daughter who falls in love 
with the chauffeur; to the rich man’s anger, the chauffeur is fired
The young couple elopes the grumpy father hires a detective 
to find them and since they are so beautiful and frequent places
only the rich can afford, they are easily spotted.
The girl cries a lot and is given house arrest
 the young man gets a job as a short-order cook at a truck stop
Two years later, they meet again in the street, their love has grown
stronger than before, and he turns out to be the lost son
of a royal family somewhere in Europe.
Upon hearing this, the father forgives his daughter, pays for the wedding.
A beautiful wedding even the pastor cries.

Joy Hope Kindness

Joy, it is more then just a mere  three letter word, it is an emotion well sought
when we feel the exultation of a life that has been  lived with journey fought
we hold in the fondness, the warm adulation that settles in our heart's cot 
we are happiness, marvels of exuberance, when joyful emotions are caught 

Hope, the dignitary of longing and pipedreams, God will shine it on your face  
and as you trust the path that guides you, take a big step towards His Grace  
Transcend your doubts and choose to believe, for  Hope is a sacred place 
visit it often, encase it safely in your heart, it is as fragile as summer lace  

Kindness is one terrific step dancer, it loves to partner up with joy an hope
it is ambidextrous, can save many lives and, can help you climb the slope  
tender with affection for mankind, it is always present and never elopes 
full of goodwill and concern, it owns only the best intentions and scope 

Joy, Hope, Kindness, three virtues we can ill afford to live without my friend,  
may they always live inside you, guiding you and helping you until the end.

Jan. 28, 2022

Dusk

birds wing back to homes
scarlet tint colors the sky
twilight blurs the scene 
a creepy stillness descends,
as the Sun elopes with Light

English Tanka
Rhyme scheme.. 5-7-5-7-7

I Rise Up Bright

I rise up bright,
to see milky cream clouds turing red;
My shine touches the snowy dews,
Grasses shine with the golden glitters;
Icy snow elopes with cooling breeze,
Songs of love sung by the happy beaks...
Giantic trees dances with my golden beauty,
Glassy windows reflects my beautiful smile;
Yet, a lazy goose sleeping romantically,
    hugging her softy white merch pillows.

Occam's Retort

Competing infinities,
which one to choose

Existential polarities,
exchanging their views

Superpositioned,
anthropic in scope

The tradeoff endemic,
whose difference elopes

Twin parallel universes
push and then pull

Existing in quantum,
the vacuum is full

Symbiotic in concept,
his razor now sharp

As we search for their meaning
—ever lost in the dark

(Villanova University: March, 2021)

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