Elsewhere Poems - Poems about Elsewhere

You are elsewhere, beyond where life is lived, deep in some cave of the head where only a faint glow of sunlight penetrates the dark and casts the images of your mind upon an inner wall. I call out to you but hear only your breath pause and then the sound of you digging deeper into the concealments of yourself, disappearing somewhere into the silence of childhood. ...

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Paris is gay Madrid sways Munich's beer flows Amsterdam's tulips grow New York and Chicago high grime and crime San Fran and L.A. ~ Buddy, can you spare...

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(“Winter’s Edge”, 2018, original encaustic) Elsewhere The grey of mid November settles in And my thoughts turn to elsewhere Nights of dreams, mornings of long novels, Afternoons painting and a wistful wish to travel But as sabers rattle in Europe And once again the world awaits war The last place I want to be is stuck Far away from home And so I’ll...

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Take comfort in silence, When all is calm and quiet The serenity of body and mind Without a single thought in sight You are elsewhere. That is next to nowhere, Or someone in between It's a special place in my mind Visited but unseen. It is a place, I often visit when life gets too rough, To find peace and solitude When the pace of life gets...

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Not always but The Search is often Engaged In writings Of the past.. Such writings may be Handed down from Sages who have Weathered the criticisms Of the centuries.. A deference to their Words is accepted As the search ensues.. There seems also The appearance of A realization that All of this is story Equal to other stories Of searching in Other climes......

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Today it's raining elsewhere, Tomorrow they have a chance of snow, How do we get elsewhere, If we ever choose to go We are getting nowhere, Racking our feeble brains My mind is Elsewhere Can I get there by train They have gone elsewhere, Is this elsewhere near? Do they have pubs elsewhere? It would be nice to share a beer. Elsewhere must be somewhere, I'll get lost...

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In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!" Is it business or American culture-wannabees I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care" Just as plastic bags decorate sidewalks, veld, pretty cities. Krag, "power," Is out more than "on," and the same for water "Loadshedding," One of of very own phrases, as with 'State Capture' by...

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Think of elsewhere where the day has grown old perhaps with a remembrance of what has trespassed concerning what now goes throughout these hours here. Now what does it fit to cry by uprooting trees or cry by wrong paintings or cry by a wrong directives or even cry by whims and caprices of abyssimal or in fact even wrongly cry oh! later you may swallow it a...

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Daffodils grow out the back of my head. I wish they were purple tulips instead. My job pays well, but I don’t make as much as Leek. I lament this fact, ruining part of my week. My family is good, but Kim’s seems better. I spend my life grousing, jealous of my sister’s sweater. Crazy I know, and yet here I...

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Gusts upon the green blades buzzing with synergy While morning sun rays placed its striped bee patterns Cast upon my face like some radiant Zebra energy From across the universal rings of Saturn excerpted from "Saturn's" Rings posted May 2019 on 4-22-20 for Rithimus Divisa 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory Barden...

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Rumbling home on this train, Can't even imagine if I'll again go through that pain. Unsure of how fate will allow my life from then on to be, So I'm just hoping my future won't be as lonely. Elsewhere, far away, The sky is blue with fading clouds. The sun is welcoming my return to those I long left before. God is...

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The slip-slopping of her slip-slops filled the kitchen while I sat, listened, waited, and then the lounge and the kitchen again, slip-slop-slip-slop... The passage was filled momentarily and then the room adjacent, and the passage again, slip-slop back into the kitchen, and I did not wait anymore. Into the lounge again, now no slip-slopping, just her voice. I could not discern her conversation, it was distant, now ended dispassionately. Again...

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YOU CANNOT BREAK THROUGH MY PRECIOUS ARMOR MY HANDS ARE TIED BEHIND MY BACK MY LIPS ARE SEALED AND MY HEART IS BROKEN HALFWAY BETWEEN HERE AND THERE I FOUND NOWHERE AND HELD IT CLOSE AND KISSED ITS CHEEK I'VE BEEN GONE FOR A MILLION YEARS AND I DON'T THINK I'LL MAKE IT BACK IN TIME FOR SUNDAY. 96...

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It's about reincarnation - some believe, some don't, the thing is - you're going to reach a point, like it or not; let's look at the positives - just imagine it's good, pause for a moment - just be flexible, if you could. Look at your life - was it good or not really? Would you like another chance to...

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"Hey stop If ye be a poet Smile through my teeth" An inscription on a tombstone in memory of Peter Elsewhere who was a poet. © r.k.chakrabarty Written on 5th Nov, 2014...

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