Maybes Poems | Examples

Contemplating life after listening to the radio

Contemplating life after listening to the radio late at night...
(a found poem)

Do you suppose thunder island 
is in the middle of fire lake?
(I can still hear your voice from across the bay)
Which of us made the first mistake?
I have no time left now to go searching
for maybes without answers.
(I did not find those wings or better things)
If you had only dropped in to see
what condition I was in
(after I tore my mind on a jagged sky)
I would have taken a long shot gamble,
(ignored the green grass and high tides)
rode away with you down a carefree highway,
where we might have found 
those castles of stone and peace of mind!

Songs:
Thunder Island by Jay Ferguson, 1978
Fire Lake by Bob Seger, 1980
No Time by The Guess Who, 1969
Just Dropped In by Kenny Rogers and The First Edition, 1967
Green Grass and High Tides by The Outlaws, 1975
Carefree Highway by Gordon Lightfoot, 1974

every second is a choice

Every minute is a choice
I could go to the Dollar store
Could get gas
Could get my hair cut
Could sit in the dog pen with my dogs

If I cancel my lunch date with three friends
I could get my teeth whitened,
Could attend a lecture on Sully
Could look for my lost emerald ring

Because I am getting lazy
And it is cold outside
And I hate driving

So many maybes, ifs, and coulds..
Every second is up to me.
Which maybes, ifs and coulds to act upon.
A daily dilemma. No one can solve but me.

Rehashing History: War Stories

Attila, Hannibal, and Genghis Khan
Were comparing the many battles they'd won.
Hannibal boasted o'er the Alps he had coasted
On elephants and conquered the Romans.
Khan's hordes did maraud both at home and abroad
In places they'd ne'er make their home in.
When Attila's turn came, he said, "I'm to blame
For campaigns that make you look like babies.
Of God I'm the scourge, just like lint is to serge,
And I'll brook me no ifs, buts, or maybes.

How these guys (very unheroically) ended up:
Genghis Khan fell off his horse and died of his injuries; Attila died of a massive heart attack on his wedding night after a huge feast of celebration; and Hannibal died of suicide by poison.

The Weight Of Excuses

Strict parents taught her how to survive,
To navigate life with lies she loathed to tell.
She crafted a list, excuses for every misstep,
Because the truth felt like a risk she couldn’t take.

Sometimes, she wielded honesty—
A rare, deliberate shield against blame.

But since leaving home, she’s forgotten that art.
Her list, once a lifeline, now defends others’ absences.
“They must’ve had no choice,” she tells herself,
When someone she cherishes disappears without a word.

“They wanted to be there,” she assures,
When her first party in years
Ends with empty chairs where her friends should have been.

Excuses grow, stacking like pages in a book,
A fragile armor against the sting of abandonment.

Now, after daring to trust her heart,
She flips through her library of “what-ifs” and “maybes,”
Desperate to find an answer that fits her narrative.
A reason that soothes without truth,
That comforts without cutting deep.

The dusty pages offer no solace,
Only reflections of things that could have been.
Still, she clings to the search,
Afraid of what she might uncover
If she dares to stop looking.

Another Love Poem

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Well chosen words conveying your feelings
Of love but also your fears

Fears that a loving romance will fade
And become so very routine
To keep love alive must remember each day
Show her how much her love means

Show her by all the small things that count
That prove she's a special lady
The one you've chosen to be with forever
No ifs, no ands, and no maybes

Amazing how they keep the fire burning
Small things that mean so much
Things that may seem unimportant to some
As simple as a gentle touch

Don't get me wrong, I'm surely no expert
When it comes to the secret to fidelity
But after many years of studying about love
These things are written indelibly

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Chosen words that promise love forever
Through all of the coming years

IF ONLY YOU KNEW

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 woulds coulds maybes & mightdos 

 never appear in Jesus' Good News

The River of Days

The River of Days, in ceaseless flow it glides,
Yesterday's whispers carried on the tides.
Sun-dappled fragments, like ripples on the stream,
Dim echoes fading, a forgotten dream.

Today, a shimmering drop, a fleeting spark,
Caught in the sunbeam, leaving its gentle mark.
Where memories mingle with the future's call,
A precious moment, poised to rise or fall.

With steady hands and reason's guiding light,
We carve our virtue in this fleeting might.
A seed of action, sown with mindful care,
To blossom brightly is a burden we can bear.

Tomorrow's vista, shrouded in soft mist,
A canvas waiting for the artist's kiss.
Unfurling whispers on the whispered breeze,
A symphony of maybes, rustling through the trees.

Will dawn ignite with hope's celestial fire?
Or will the storm clouds gather, dark and dire?
The river whispers secrets, yet untold,
Only time's embrace will make its story bold.

So let us gather fragments from the past,
Lessons learned, that forever seem to last.
With virtue's compass guiding every stride,
We meet the future, with hope as our guide.

For in the river's dance, both swift and grand,
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow, hand in hand.

Nostalgia

Not only a dusty attic, crammed with forgotten things,
But a bittersweet symphony, the heart in memory sings.

The air hangs heavy, thick with "what ifs" and "maybes" past,
A faded photograph, a moment held, forever meant to last.

The firelight dances on forgotten faces, ghosts in yellowed frames,
A silent echo of laughter, whispers of forgotten names.

Not just from embers glowing, but a love that time can't erase,
A yearning for simpler moments, a longing for a slower pace.

Like smoke that curls and vanishes, a fleeting, fragile thing,
The past, a wisp of memory, on nostalgia's gentle wing.

Hold it close, this tender ache, a bittersweet refrain,
For in the tapestry of time, nostalgia soothes the pain.

Long Time Awa

When yins ye lou are taken awa ,
forever gang intae eternity,
ne,er will ye see them agin,
as eternity is far frae hame.
aye maybes yell see them float by,
in a clear day o sky,
ye can talk tae them when ist yer wont,
but ne,er will ye gain a reply or song,
the kirk it says yell get tae heaven,
where ere yon maybe hidden in cloods,
beyond yer sicht an hid frae hubble ,
an its freends o similar clout.
Oh me freends Eternity is an awfy lang time,
weel beyond oor een an sicht o mine,
aye this life is unfair tae cause sic pain an despair,
tae brek oor herts in a thoosand dauds,
must be workings o hertless gauds.
sae gaither in yer airms yer kith an kin,
tae ignore them aa wid be a sin.
Lou them dearly beyond compare,
dinae mak their hert sair.
Tae hae them leave withoot yer blessing,
wid be tae lose them fur ever mair.
Mak yer peace wi them at war,
offer understauning nae matter
how faur ye hae to travel.

APM 25/01/2024

Another Love Poem

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Well chosen words conveying your feelings
Of love but also your fears

Fears that a loving romance will fade
And become so very routine
To keep love alive must remember each day
Show her how much her love means

Show her by all the small things that count
That prove she's a special lady
The one you've chosen to be with forever
No ifs, no ands, and no maybes

Amazing how they keep the fire burning
Small things that mean so much
Things that may seem unimportant to some
As simple as a gentle touch

Don't get me wrong, I'm surely no expert
When it comes to the secret to fidelity
But after many years of studying about love
These things are written indelibly

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Chosen words that promise love forever
Through all of the coming years

Cruising the 80s

Angela spoke to Bob, then they caught a
Taxi and took a ride through the 80s
Prince decided to take a ride too but he wanted
to go fast so he took a Little Red Corvette and parked the Mercedes 

Cruising, riding, cruising the 80s
Fun, happy, and free for sure, and very few maybes

Michael Knight pressed the gas as he rode against
crime with his good friend KITT
Bo, Daisy, and Luke joined the fun while running some shine and eluding Boss Hogg with their wit

Bruce Banner opted for a pair of Rockport and a 
backpack for fear of revealing his green side
Crockett and Tubbs could feel it 'In the Air Tonight' as they cruised the south side

Cruising, riding, cruising the 80s
Fun, happy, and free for sure, and very few maybes

Yes, cruising

Not only by roadways but on the big blue seas,
Romance and adventure were felt on The Love Boat
embracing the breeze

One Day

Missing someone you have never met
Feels like waiting for a moment that has happened before
Wanting a love you'll never get
Even though they are on the other side of the door
A breath away

The ifs buts and maybes haunt your mind
Telling sweet little tales of what could have been
A love you can never find
A love you have never seen

The pain of not knowing
Imagination running wild
Your heart glowing
With the desire of your inner child

Favourite colours, favourite places
Lost memories, lost moments
A concoction of possible faces
Different components
To the person you have never met

Another Love Poem

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Well chosen words conveying your feelings
Of love but also your fears

Fears that a loving romance will fade
And become so very routine
To keep love alive must remember each day
Show her how much her love means

Show her by all the small things that count
That prove she's a special lady
The one you've chosen to be with forever
No ifs, no ands, and no maybes

Amazing how they keep the fire burning
Small things that mean so much
Things that may seem unimportant to some
As simple as a gentle touch

Don't get me wrong, I'm surely no expert
When it comes to the secret to fidelity
But after many years of studying about love
These things are written indelibly

The charm of a well written love poem
Can actually bring one to tears
Chosen words that promise love forever
Through all of the coming years

Moving On

Moving On

Those flitter-bits of memory
Still stab me in the eyes
Gritty bits of broken maybes
Floating where they cannot be denied
Like sponge, I soak them heedlessly
Broken spirit akin to broken skin
I wipe the tears with patience
I soak the spills with downcast eyes
But broken and restructured
I've lost the Angel's reign
My feet feel life so differently
Now that they trample on she who cried
Soft souls squeeze through my footsteps 
Bathed in my ancestral sands
The one where life found meaning 
As the boulders broke the bride
But footsteps are like spider webs
Weaving dreams where pride has died
They falter through the fire
But never give up when it's time to die

His Will Be Done

There's a train lies awaiting
For my daughter and I
Areal in the making
Warm tears in my eye
The most precious of hearts
The purest of souls
As Oliver Twist
Our bare Begging bowl

       Chorus
It is Love eternal rafts my tome
No house no flat to call our home
Friends near and far
A treasure each one
In a world not worth li ing
His Will Be Done

To trust un another
Who falls short as a Dad
Who's  sisters and brother
Consider him mad
He does all he's able
Only God's on his side
As Jesus his saviour
Condemned, crucified

       Chorus

Crucified, yet unbroken
On Calvarys Hill
Olanzipine dreams
The bitterest pill
For a cure to be found
Help me carry my cross
No lights on the shore
Lord, I'm struggling and lost

So take your best shot
In a world worth the living
No ifs, buts nor maybes
Know that you'll be forgiven
With God on your side
Climb your Calvarys Hill
And know in the end
What you've done is His will

       Chorus repeat

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