Encores Poems | Examples

Zen mode

body ails yet spirit soars 
heart thriving on bliss encores
thus there’s nothing to be done
since we are with God’s breath one

Sprung is Springing

Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…

Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...

Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..

Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...

Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..

Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...

Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...

Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...

Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…

Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..

Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..

Middle class mowed manicured marvels..

Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....

Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs

Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..

The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...

A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..

An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..

Waterfalls

Steep streams -
Deep dreams

Splashing
Crashing

Rumbling 
Tumbling

Wending 
Ending

Cascade
Displayed

Yon roars’
Encores

Green Rooms

Last acts have already been performed.
Death is on stage,
it has already taken several encores -
now the audience is leaving.

We actors are departing also,
the Light has come,
each player is taking a path of their own,
to a different idea of heaven.

For there are many ways to write a script,
and many more theater Houses
in our Fathers Kingdom.

The Dream Broker

Treasury of candles
imagined reawakening the exemplars who campaigns
their coalescing.

Prayer resurrecting
unkept promises that fault mistiness veils of affections 
deeply confessed.

Sweetly progressed
a sinless tinkering of ifs and or buts, realizing an
overdue quietus.

Deja vu changes us,
with sweeping preparations from make-ups to do-overs and cuts to
that's a wrap.

Formats gap
of not to be awry and to prefer an alternate perspective as the
dreamer awakes.

Ducks and drakes
in the ability for the agile to skim and glide the distance o'er the calm and become a
better person.

Go-getter version
had manifested itself as what should have been astir than wallowing in a
festering hole.

Measuring goal
as proclivities satisfy a wandering wonder discerning remote hopes dwelt in the sun's
resplendent beacon.

Transcendent reason
a Q & A session obliging the past and the present on a road less traveled amidst
outright amnesty.

Torchlight family,
emblem of enlightenment and hope for generations--encores,
Messiah of Handel's.

Dance of Delight

Mundane daily chores
beg us for encores
but we’re in a trance,
feeling bliss beats prance.

Our vaporised self
dances by itself
to the cosmic drum,
music of spheres strum.

In form, here, now, this,
purrs rapturous bliss
as we choose to burn
in our body urn.

Heightens our delight
beholding God’s light,
that becomes our own,
within heart, home grown.

17-September-2022

A Bowler Made of Down

I’m considering becoming a circus clown
For clowns bring joy to others, it seems,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.

In the winter I will wear a velvet gown
From a lectern I’ll share my wildest dreams
I am considering becoming a circus clown.

Folks will ask me to entertain all around
My specialty will be inventing schemes,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.

For effect, I will sport a perpetual frown
I shall wear the baggiest of denim jeans
I am considering becoming a circus clown.

As a gag, I’ll make a meaningless sound
People will ask me what that noise means
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.

For encores, I’ll say things most profound
While perfecting my entertaining routines
I am considering becoming a circus clown,
And, I shall wear a bowler made of down.

Written August 22, 2022

Hope

You need hope
4 walls around you
Maslow’s hierachy of needs
To look up at

She had played two encores
Was the show over?
Standing with her back toward us, tuning her guitar
Black top and jeans, steel on her middle finger

The next-door table got quiet
When she started to play
You couldn’t hear a pin drop
But not a beer was sold

It was like a pat on your back
Like a kiss on the mouth
It was like a kick in the ass
Toe-curling fireworks

The couple who had been arguing
Now held hands, under the table
The song was high up, and low down
The ending was like an ******

You need hope
That song brought me hope
The next band
Hopeless

Universal Bayonet

crowded poppy field cover the trenches

red crowns hide bone meal and sculls

abundance disfigures the pain

and yet Field Marshall and Tambourine Major

demand endless encores


as if another take would enhance the applause

while puppets on war strings scatter engraved

on tombstones and grief devastated and soulless 


march on and paint the white flag with blood

because innocence is not for the fainthearted

honour and glory will grant you a medal

for posterity to cherish instead of your smile


the markets will take stock and wrap human remains

in balance sheets for you are merely

a number on ledgers and history’s accounts

a fallen hero on somebody else’s sword


25th March 2021

Breath of Spring

Inhale ballets of swaying spring fragrance.
Perfumery leaps upon warm breezes,
swirling her into spingtide's guided dance~
gentle caresses, romantic teases.

Soars of bird encores sing, fresh wings flapping,
zephyr of evergreen upon each waft.
Redemption and love's lungs overlapping
sun brushed breath of lilac floating aloft.

Youth of spring rejuvenates, green abounds!
Ahh, fresh grass clipping whiffs sift through warm air.
Hugging beauty's arbor, sweetness surrounds;
climbing roses and wisteria flair.

Lilies and tulips lean into a kiss.
Breath of spring welcoming aroma's bliss!

3-12-2021

Keep Him Posted

He left her alone went to work daily,
he worked as a clerk at the old bailey,
but he was gay and loved his boss,
and he did not give her a toss,
cheated on her to carry on gayly!

She knew husband did not love her at all,
she waited for handsome postman to call,
she greeted her love at the door,
she made love to him on the floor,
then several encores in great big hall!

5th placement
Two Limericks- Let’s have some fun poetry contest
Tania Kitchin
Written 01/March/2021

10,10,8, 8,10
10,10, 8,8,10
checked at syllablecount.com

Open Mike At Comedy Coffin

They had open mike night at the Comedy Coffin Club.
Grandma came to watch Clarabelle, but Clarabelle held back.
So Grandma ran right up onto the stage and began her set.

Clarabelle could not believe the crowd’s reaction to this 
toothless old woman who did not hold anything back.
She was hilarious, and the club fell apart in her lap.
They called her back to the stage three times for encores.

Go on up! Clarabelle’s kin said to Clarabelle.
She ran away, screaming, because there was no way
she could follow that act.

It would be like trying to follow 
Jimmy Lee Lewis after he set the piano on fire.

A Thespian I Would Be

If I weren't afraid, I'd 
act on the stage 
A thespian I would be

When I witness a show 
I yearn to be up there
as part of the company

But deep down inside I am desperately shy
An acting profession I'm too afraid to try 

Though way back in my past
I have trodden those boards
as I stood on that stage
to rapturous applause 

For I feel quite at home 
as I walk through those doors
and return to the stage 
to numerous encores

In a future incarnation my soul may return
To my spiritual domain upon the stage again 
For no longer afraid I’ll be plying my trade 
With a dance and a song truly back where I belong


2nd PLACE
Written 11th September 2019
Contest: IF I WEREN’T AFRAID 
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Contest Strand Choice 8
Sponsor Brian Strand 
N/A

For Evermore

If music is the soul of art,
then what can writing be

Is it the eyes, perhaps the heart,
in printed reverie

Is music the stage whereupon,
all other art encores

For if it is, all words rejoice
—to sing for evermore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017 )

The Encore

Are you now denied all access
Has your ticket long been punched
Is your fear stuck in the alley
Intermezzo—out to lunch

Will you ever see the picture
From the far end of the line
Would the curtain serve to raise your hopes
Can a loser ever shine

The doorman calls “It’s Showtime”
As the lights all start to dim
An usher shouts “There’s One Seat Left”
You madly rush within

With eyes that fight the darkness
You find that one last chair
And on the stage, hope kisses fear
—all encores yours to share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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