Long Rebounded Poems
Long Rebounded Poems. Below are the most popular long Rebounded by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Rebounded poems by poem length and keyword.
THEY WERE NOT ADMIRED, THEY WERE HARDLY EVEN LIKED, THEY REFRAMED FROM COMMENT DUE TO THEIR DISPOSITION, ALLOWING
SOMEONE WITH A GREATER DISPOSITION TO BE IN CONTROLL. mONITERING
THEIR ABLITIES WOULD BE EASY AS THESE MEN WERE ADVANCE IN THEIR TRAINING. THEIR WORKS WERE OF THE TEACHINS OF "GEM FULLA" (WORLD FAMOUS SUBMITION GRAPPLER. ONCE KNOW IN THEIR NATIVE COSTA RICA AS
U-NEW, AND U-OLE, THEY HAD REIGNED SUPREME, UNTIL "THE MEN FROM DAFFA" CAME TO THEIR TERRITORY, AND MADE COMPANY MEN OUTTA FREELANCERS. THEY DEFEATED THE TWO IN A "COMMONGROUND- STANDOFF"( A TWO OUT OF THREE FALL SUBMITION MATCH) THEY WERE DEPOSSED BY THE PROMOTION, AND SHAMED BY THEIR PEERS, THOSE WHO SUGGESTED, THE TWO TO WEAR MASK, IN LIGHT OF THEIR SHAME. MONTHS LATER, WHEN THEY HAD REBOUNDED TO RECOVER, THEY HAD WON 25 OUT OF 33 MATCHES, AND HAD POSITIONED THEMSELVES FOR A CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH. THERE LUCK EVEN HAD THEM TO FIND FORTUNE IN MEXICO, WERE THEY BECAME CHAMPIONS NATIONAL, AND PRIMO JAPAN'S TOP-DRAW CHAMPIONS, BY DEFEATING THE LEGENDARY TEAM OF BRICE BULLSTRONG AND PANK PRICHARD. ONCE AGAIN THEY WERE ON TOP OF THE HILL WHEN THEY FOUND THEMSELVES COSTA RICAN TAG CHAMPIONS VIA, A NO-CONTEST STIPULATION IN THE CHAMPIONS CONTRACT, WHEN THE CHAMPIONS REFUSED TO DEFEND THE TITLE THE CHAMPIONSHIP COMMITY NAMED THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS THE NEW CHAMPIONS, ONCE THE TITLES WERE STRIPPED FROM THE CHAMPIONS,U-OLE, PULLED THE MASKED LUCHADOR INTO THE RING AND PINNED HIM, THIS CEMENTED THE REIGN, AND EVEN THE LOSSED CHAMPIONS GAVE CONGRADES TO THE NEW CHAMPIONS.
WE DON'T KNOW IF IT'S TRUE OR NOT, BUT THE APPEARANCE OF A NEW TEAM IN THE HIGHLY POPULAR WORLD BRAND RASSLIN, COMPANY NAMED THE DUO NUMBER FOUR IN THEIR INTERNATIONAL SERIES ( A TAGTEAM TOURNAMENT) BUT THE OPPOSING SIDE HAD A NEW TAGTEAM NAMED " RIVERRATTS" (PANINI PRESTON ANDAUX AMANDES ) WHO RESEMBLED THE COSTA RICAIN DUO. WORLD REKNBOWNED GRAPPLER, CUSSIN PAGE, CALLED OUT BOTH TEAMS TO GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SITUATION, BUT ONE TEAM DESIDED TO JOKE AROUND, AND SENT OUT TWO WOMEN DRESSED AS MEN IN MASKED TO ANWSER THE CHALLENGE. FORTUNATLY FOR THE FANS THE RIVERRATS RECORDED THE ANWSER TO THE CHALLENGE EALIER, THEY ACSEPTED THE CHALLENGE, AND THE MATCH WAS MADE FOR HOUSE SHOW PRIOR TO THE MAINEVENT TELEVISION EVENT. WE DON'T KNOW WHO THESE GUY'S ARE BUT WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT THESE PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY,
Football
By Nathan Lee Hannen
I woke up on match day,The sun was gleaming bright
My kit was ready, My boots were perfect and the day felt right
I had always dreamt of playing in the top flight
My mind was focused, My foot hit with might
We were in position and ready to go, My heart pounded
I glanced around at my team-mates as the whistle sounded
The voices cheered as the keeper was rounded
There was a deadly silence as the ball rebounded
The whistle went and my heart still pounded, The feeling was sick
It did appear though, that the referee had given a free kick
I remembered at that moment the words of an old man with a dog and a stick
Control your shot and lash the ball right
The angles tight but the goals in sight
When you strike that ball you will see the light
I hit that ball with all my might
The trajectory was perfect, Three feet high
The ball moved in slow motion, The crowd emitted a sigh
Was it going in or was it too high
It was on its way into the sky
The keeper dived high and right, The ball was in his sight
I remember the old man and the angle being tight
The ball flew majestically in mid-air
As the crowd erupted, I knew it was there
The End.
Form:
I carried grief,
an ache deep in my chest,
each breath tight,
each step heavy,
my world closing
around the hurt that stayed.
I held that pain
in my hands,
turning it over and over
as if feeling it
kept me alive.
But time flows on
and even stones soften...
edges worn down
by patient currents.
One morning,
I set the stone aside.
Not because I forgot,
not because I excused,
but because I was tired
of dragging yesterday
into each tomorrow.
Forgiveness is not
a letting go meant only for me:
it is what saved my chest,
the breath that rebounded
the sky opening above.
Written: October 12, 2025
Quote: "Having hope in the future is like planting a garden," By Poet.
**************
In the calyx of coma,
where terror slithered akin to boas in shade,
a cryptic slipper of mercy tiptoed—
artless, and aquiver,
a callow requiem for innocence.
Obsidian skies whispered their eulogy,
muffled by the harsh breath of dyspnea,
and yet—beneath the ebony loam,
a seed, embryonic,
shivered.
It did not shy away from agony,
nor reject the dark fate
lurking in the shadows of Lethe.
It rebounded—
clear as dawn,
passionate as a golden flame.
Hope transcends mere cliché.
It embodies alchemy—
a dynamic, endogenous force
ubiquitous, yet not ominous.
that navigates through desuetude
Dance around nonsense and detritus,
skirting the prolonged epitaphs
of imitation and the scent of rain.
It shows the archetype of meliorism.
not a golden aegis of katabatic chasm,
but the lush abundance of a rural demesne.
Our heron-filled pondering was slow.
Serenade in dirge to azure sky.
Optimism is not ridiculous.
It is emulous.
A multivocal lilt
in the labyrinthine lagniappe of sorrow.
It is the verdigris of acatalepsy—
the verdant veridicality.
It's a syllepsis amid agony and auric grace.
It is the pulchritudinous gasp,
of a sylphlike truth,
the gossamer wafture of a whispering genesis
in the ossuary of despair.
It is the slipper that fits no foot,
the slipper that fits every foot—
a slipper made of alabaster and stammer,
of aurora and archaic glamour,
of insouciance and invocation.
Hope slinks through the squalor,
svelte and sacred,
a nemesis to nemesis,
a vivacious vestige of Elysium
in the stygian Anthropocene.
It is the seed that knows
how to resile,
how to shimmer,
how to bloom
despite the slipper,
despite the boas,
despite the oblivion.
since the grim reaper stole me mum
words my recourse to express
how fateful symbiosis
ma pop got snagged asper
one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman
adroit nailing a brad -
marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,
befriended my dad
many coe sure tokens of appreciation
doth figure me glad
how this poem ought to jump start
then motor along
the information superhighway,
cuz me iz the grown lad
of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,
pleasance, presence,
and importance - worth brings
each as a mutual friend to the other,
whereat thine octogenarian widower papa
repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,
and feeling quite at home in your pad
oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting
Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,
which might immediately spur (an omg -
why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/
writing secular, and peculiar
sole son to rad
duck gull quaking scribe) fill
up the screen of your notebook or tab
let, or whatever the
name would be of electronic link
providing the access per bing linkedin
to whirled wide web,
and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,
ye might be driven to drink
so much poison scorpion spiked ale,
then squinting eyes to resemble a chink
blocking any light to induce thee tub blink
as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight
this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight
in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame
resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight
never attaining maximum height.
I'm so flexible but I can snap.
So never push me too far.
I'm very strong but I can still break..
My strength depends on how kind you are.
I work well with my own kind..
Together we bounce off the wall.
But just like Humpty Dumpty..
I can't be repaired after a bad fall.
I am resistant to extrusion..
I can bend to accomodate most needs.
If respected I'll stretch the extra length..
And I multitask when asked with a "Please?"
I can hold many items together..
And tidy up a messy space.
My resilience will always rebound..
My versatility can suit any place.
I will always make you look good..
And give your hair a modern style.
I can help you break bad habits..
If you wear me on your wrist for a while.
You'd be surprised how many times I'm needed..
I come in many colours, styles and brands.
My abilities are absolutley endless..
Im your hard working, loyal RUBBERBAND!
Hello day! I'm ready for you
Show me what you got
Try to put a kink in my armour
Just gimme your best shot
Go ahead I dare you, pal
Nothing can put me down
See this grin across my kisser
No way you can make it a frown
I really don't got no negatives
So how'd like dem apples
It won't do you no damn good
I'm a toughie for you ta grapple
You thought you had me yesterday
But I rebounded real quick
So don't you try ta mess with me
A fight is what makes me tick
My happiness is here to stay today
I feel it in me bones
Happiness wins another round
So you won't be hearing no moans!
© Jack Ellison 2012
There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
Though these days
overflow with sadness,
I cherish memory
its hearth and comfort
When the ties were sliced
the heartstrings rebounded
with each lash they laid the sting
in the chamber of the flesh
My darkness is comfort
the days begin to rasp
but the leaves of time
gently brush at my face
tears of compassion fall
into outstretched hands
running down Opal arms
filling the bowel of my soul
Its then remembrance comes
the pain lessens and eyes dry
in each snapshot of moments
there is still boundless joy
Miracles of life flash
technicolour timed laughter,
simple pleasures smile
of better days before a fall
Faces long gone, shine
reminding me I was once,
loved, wanted, worthy
I can forget bitter years
Daylight arrives in glory
my shimmer ever dims,
finding it painful to cry
in the brilliance of Gods
When the memories fade
and delusions edges warp
agonied solaced thoughts
will overtake clouding time
But,
whenever I close my eyes
I can still see you all,
days we met, and lived,
to love with no regret.
You broke me down
temporarily,
but I'm in
a much better place
now,
mentally,
so I no longer hear
the sad songs
of betrayal
that once seemed
to play
endlessly
in the corners
of my mind.
I no longer replay,
rewind,
or remember
how or why I allowed
myself
to surrender
to your lies and alibis,
everytime
you broke our bond
by cheating on me.
See,
I have picked up
the pieces of my life.
I am no longer
a victim
of the dark side
of love.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
emotionally,
so I no longer feel
the pain
of my heart breaking
yet again,
or having anger
and hurt
fill every inch
of my soul.
I no longer cry
myself to sleep,
asking
the question
'why',
or trying to recall
the happiness
we once shared.
I have rebounded
from you.
I'm no longer
a victim.
I'm in a spiritual place
now,
and I have allowed
myself
the luxury
to love again,
to breathe again.
I have found happiness
and have planted
my feet firmly
in a spiritual place.