Once Poems - Poems about Once

Len’s Story Once upon a time I said we should wed Your pretty face blushed as you whispered “yes” Love for eternity, I promised this For fifty years we shared married life bliss. Ours was a perfect match, made in heaven Gift wrapped in love of the purest essence Every moment, minute and every hour Magnificent as a bloom in flower. It’s lonely...

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There once lived a woman made of Jell-O. She jiggled and wiggled as she walked. Invisible to most she was as clear as a window pane. She often wore her heart on her sleeve and ended the day with washed up colors, kind of like gelatin in hot water. You can only imagine...

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I write because I need to It's what I have to do Put feelings down on paper Thoughts I have towards you It doesn't stop the longing That ever present ache But it helps to write them down because I know my love's not fake And if somebody reads this They'll know there lived a man Who loved a pretty Bluebird Who's middle name was...

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a young boy once lived in a zoo round him such a hullabaloo to earn his full daily keep he looked after all the sheep shovelling up their mounds of poo to change his one job he pestered and with the truth he so twisted then he looked after the goats their smell was beyond a joke regrets the story invented now caring for baby...

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I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky, Through which rays danced like spirits in the midst of a clear night, The moon bowed to whisper to me the secrets of stars forgotten by time, And people looked through me, their eyes full of dreams and hidden longings, Each gaze was a thread...

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Still a child at heart tho' older are some other parts and only for a lark back to my childhood here I hark I remember a rhyme in the far reaches of my mind hickory dickory dock the mice ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse fell down luckily the plucky other ducked shucked and jived escaped survived got out alive and ran away to live another...

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Damaged, once dismayed they return to the fray Beaten down by the grind they can’t leave behind Won’t they shrug off their wounds shake off the gloom ...

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I have gone where stars dissolve in violet flame, Beyond the breathless hush of time and name, Where silence swells like tides beneath the skin, And nothing waits to let the light begin. The galaxies bent low to let me pass— Each one a frozen bloom of shattered glass. I listened for a voice, a breath, a bell, But all was still,...

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Once in a while, when the stars align in a silent symphony, you meet someone whose electricity mirrors your soul like a calm sea, and usually, it's a stranger who passes through your life like a comet through the night. It was about three or four years ago when my steps were drawing shadows on Socola Boulevard, and in...

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Love is once again finally arising in the air And I am finding myself without a single reason to care, As I forget the one who never wanted to be there....

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I still remember it, Once upon a better time, We were happy, Even before you were mine. Four years came and went, Once upon a better time, Everything was so simple, Back before I started to rhyme. It’s been two years, Once upon a better time, I realized I loved you, You were mine. A month went by, Once upon a better time, Now I’m left here in tears, But...

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If I tell you I saw a rose blooming in the heart of winter, you might not believe me, especially if you're among those who struggle to stay afloat. But that rose serves as a powerful reminder of something we’ve forgotten. For me, it represents resilience and hope. During summer, I often ponder whether we ever...

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Where are you? I search but can’t find, Lost in the shadows, lost in my mind. How do I trace my way back to you? When the truth cuts deep and feels so true. In distant silent night, Shadowed memories haunt my mind. This house we built feels so cold, A home now lost, empty and old. Crushed by choices, burned by lies, Trapped...

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Aurora wakes at 6:30 a.m.— not to birdsong, but to the wail of toddlers and the ache in her knees from sleeping on the side that keeps her back from seizing. Belle flips waffles in a castle-shaped toaster bought on clearance, while her Prince snores— still between jobs, still “figuring it out,” still dreaming he’s the Beast she could learn to love again. Cinderella works in HR now. She...

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We stood in the cold night rain at the edge of the world on a bluff above the river, and everything— every thing— was alive with light. Rain braided my hair into the leafless branches, threaded the earth through my feet— and I felt it then— the current humming in the roots of Creation. And...

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