Recounting Poems | Examples

Love's Storm

The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me

No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in

Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies

In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers

The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God

The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger

I've been listening to your eyes

I've been listening to your eyes
And I heard of them recounting
A past life connected to an afterlife
Filled with love and passion
As they drown and succumb to the beauty
Of mysticism as it sparkles with the mystery of existence

I've been listening to your eyes
And in their poetic serenades
I felt your longing to merge with my fate
As you thirst for the divine as intensely
As I do and you can see, surrounding me,
A garden which never gets hit by lightning!

I've been listening to your eyes
And I've started to wonder
At how I could have been deaf all this time?
Was I following the instructions from the skies?
Or was I merely deluded, thinking that I am in an
Evergreen valley while it was just a photo stuck on a wall?

I've been listening to your eyes as
They glimmer with unspoken words which yearn to be said
I can see in them a million moons lighting up my dark confinement
I can see in them a hidden sanctuary which has not been explored yet
I can see in them, the contented smile of the Gods as they feel comforted
And this comfort gets transmitted to my heart
As it flows from your eyes into the lines of my secret diary!

Eulogizing

A lover and a brother are heavy.
Recounting the contents of life is work.
A vessel holding unaccountable dust
may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad.
   “I miss she real bad!”
Whittled words.
Ponderous, leaky expression
surrendered by gross vulnerability,
and maybe a short lexicon.

A lover and a brother
and their handheld tomb,
this wild man pair in tropical print-
cotton tops mirroring loopy island ladies
under pineapple/banana coronets-
standing shoeless upon burning shores,
bearing their dead love,
gone sooner than hope had promised...
fish feed in a jar.

He Thought Of Roses And He Thought Of Me

He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,  
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;    
And on his lips recounting roses creed 
He gently viewed them as they swayed;   
Together in a garden built of tweed 
A bloom-vestige of grace, softly arrayed; 
And as the gardener drank his amber tea,  
he thought of roses and he thought of me.

Concentric Circles

Lift your celestial gaze to be amazed in Wonder
As has Ptolemy, then Copernicus and Kepler after
Who are the capricious Gods who dance in wander
To revere Mercury? Venus? Mars? Saturn? Jupiter? 

Ptolemy imagined a play staged at his own residence
There the Gods heaved upon us all their vain existence
Trapped by Humanity's Ego, blind to exposed evidence
His glowing Hearth lifting higher embers of negligence

Copernicus heralded the inspirational spark of sacred denial
Orbits dared to be spun into the ire wrath of Church reprisal
Hush your Truth.  Mankind cannot, will not be the Sun's disciple
Calculations implore?  Observations explore?  ASTRONOMICAL!!!

Kepler awoke to his divine intervention lifting the veil of Dogma
He questioned atop ashes of descent burned without anesthesia
A revolution uproar of Ellipses stretching in variable speed inertia
The Gravity of his Truth pulling inextricably at undisputable raw data

The moral of this recounting is to shun the fantasies touted by Elves
Be wise.  Be curious.  Gather the courage to see Truth for yourselves

At the End of the Day

It's funny, the random things that remind you 
of what a lovely place the world can sometimes be.
Like two little birds alighting on a wire,
as you emerge from the underground
just at dusk on a Thursday:
two weightless silhouettes,
suspended in the pre-star sky.
I wonder what journeys they've seen;
if they are recounting the day's adventures, 
or merely resting in companionable silence 
as the sun takes its final bow.

Metamorphosis

True
Golden
Is the light given to write
The words that lovingly depart
Gleaned from the collection of moments
Watching the dance of life on a limitless silent stage
While the multitude of days fold in-between
A ream of poems on blank paper sheets
Rehearsing years of storied elegies
That churn and spill upon a new
Light of understanding
Recounting hope
Enlightenment
Wisdom
Love

SPOKEN MOMENT

SPOKEN MOMENT
Thanks for your stories, my dearest
They are precious richest,
Resources of present pain
But tomorrow’s gain.
I cannot afford but yen 
Upon to retell them
When your heart rates
Matches mines
As we breathe alive
With rhythm of sea awaken 
In a recounting imagination
Of fair journeys
And calendared miseries 
From daily bread
To ever said.

Rambling

“Father Sun is continually rambling and by doing so defines the night.” ~ by poet

Rambling
cosmic thoughts of
Mother Moon, Father Sun,
many of which I pen to page
in recounting their passionate story.
Demonstrating his devotion,
Sun dies so Moon may rise.
He spends his nights
rambling.

Plastic Cowboy

In the saloon a lone, haggard cowboy
Had more than double his fill, one last sip
An imagined past of unlawful joy

Recounting the times he shot from the hip
Barstools turn for a showdown, tables flip

Caught scheming. More than his pride will suffer
A double-dealing, lone cowboy bluffer.

Jesus My Ever Living Source

The year 2017 will I not forget
at that time received really bad news
diagnosed with prostate cancer no less
shaken in my core really got the blues

But God drew near in midst of it
showing Christ is indeed my mighty rock
He brought calming peace in the situation
whispering His love in midst of my shock

When you're told you've got cancer
it takes some moments to sink in
in my case, it was just five percent
then the treatment would have to begin

But Jesus was with me through it all
proving Himself a saviour of all might
touching me in and through my treatment
so that I would know His awesome light

Now in 2018, I am much better
majority of cancer is now gone
trusting the healer to do it all
dispels the darkness before the dawn

(Recounting my experience of 2017 having been diagnosed with prostate cancer and praising God for his healing hand in touching my body in his power and now feeling much better with needing no more treatment just yearly checkups.
This was written in 2018 and now in 2023 I am still just getting yearly check-ups with cancer still under control.
Praise God! )

The Soldier and the Poet

By the roadside sat two men
One a soldier the other a poet
One a warrior among men
The other a warrior of pen
One sculpted by war
The other, horrors of the soul

Each had fought a war
For their souls
One had killed in jungles cold
The other in pages cold
Each to save their soul

These warriors of old
Sat by that road
Where it got clammy and cold
Each in their own thoughts
Each recounting days old
When their souls were lost
One to the gun
The other to the pen

But don't think the poet
A lesser man
For as a boy he became a man
The pages were real death
Forced to kill those ugly men
Who took his soul

It was just a dynamite stick
And the fuse went boom!!
No more turns
Being passed around like a cigarette
By those men
There was just no more
Cigarette smoke breath

And don't think the soldier
Anything less
They were just orders
Kill them!
They were just children
Kill them!
The enemy must learn
Here we mean business

So the two warriors
Sat side by side
And stared blankly
Across the cold clammy road
And in the distance
A storm cloud formed

Then sudden thunder


Each warrior ducked

Childhood Nostalgia

could not sleep at night 
thrilled to wake and play around 
in and out of rooms
as though gems hidden and found
nights merriment resurrected
smiles laughs howls screams shouts and yells 

star gaze in summer
recounting and accounting 
quilt nights of winter
licking fresh dew drops of spring
butterfly watching catching

picnics to stations
filled with hills and mountain range
playing on meadows
plucking all barred flowers strange 
when caught hid behind mother

gathering sea shells 
banking them as though gold coins
counting them daily 
adding them into bead-joins 
wearing like a clown

playing police-thief  
arresting little culprits 
acting like jailing 
taking them to hill summits 
to shoot them there from

cries to go to school
coming back happy and thrilled 
hating to read books
running out to play joy-filled 
coming back ready to sleep

countless memories 
how much I could go on with?
I should now cut short
I express only herewith 
longing to re-live them all


18 August 2022
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul

Spiritual Closeness

SPIRITUAL CLOSENESS

I know you are always with me
As minutes gather, form together and mesh
Then don't be afraid
Then all at once, time stands still

Infinite nights dictated by moonlight
I know you never give more than can be handled
Allowing for time forgotten, to be reclaimed and remembered
Then go ahead, meet the challenges

Recounting moments captured from memories
I know you will be with me through the hardest times
Blending with each other, complimenting one another
Then trust me, ask me, let me…

I will not let you fall…to far
Enhancing the beauty of mother natures' symphony
Just enough to get your attention

Life Tracks Ii

Ever wondered how memories spring,

Or how a sad moment flips to the good side,

Days that seem boring and mundane,

Spurs life tracks that we look back and view.



Ever wondered if an embarrassing scene in the present,

Might be the cause of laughters in the future,

Sitting around in cozy circles,

While recounting tales of an adventurous past.

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