Return Poems - Poems about Return

The Return

We went away at seventeen,
Still green about the ears,
Not knowing that in between
The war and later years
We would be haunted to the core,
Damaged in the head.
We did not return from war;
We brought it home instead.

The fight out there was not as loud
As is the fight inside;
It blankets me, just like a shroud;
Life is a wild

Why the Shadow Departed

Have you ever stood still—
noticing the sudden absence
of what once followed you everywhere?

We think we know the reason.
We stitch guesses into tidy shapes,
as if they could fill the hollow
left behind.
But truth is slippery—
most times,
we can’t hold it at all.

We are meant to lift each other,
not pile stones in the way
of someone else’s climb.

So—
gentleness can outlast

May I return when nights come

May I return when nights come 
And off the furious outside mind
And lit beams inside of some kinds 
 
They sparkle calmness as seeds  sprout 
And shine as the moonlit torches the soul 
I am sure of these moments of aliveness 
As bright as the crystallized world of unseen

ln a sudden mode, hilarious could

The Return

The Return 

The quietness spreads thickly,
the atmosphere even thicker.
Nature has lost its voice
as the house glowers down at him
caped in silent stillness;
a muscle waiting to twitch!
 
Side-stepping the house’s deafening glare,
he slips into the secluded garden
where nostalgia waits to ambush him
with memories unfurled everywhere;
hanging in the trees, draped across flower beds
lounging on the wooden bench.

The return of the Goddess

"A future dawn will break, where nations transcend borders and unite as one".

"A symphony of harmony will resonate, as every melody blends into a universal song".

"All goddesses will be revered as facets of the Divine, reflecting the radiance of singular, all encompassing spirit".

            

Happy Returns

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Each in their box, we lay
The same inseparable us
Still many of miles away 
Voiceless and out of sight
Out of memories too
From darkness into the light
Our messages passing through
One day we shall return
In full ignorance who we are
Life’s ethereal, it cannot be learned
It’s the light of the extinct star
Though we are

The Weight of Elsewhere 'Part One'

Letters from Borrowed Ground
'Part One'

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To: Myself (Three Years Ago)  
Date: Every Night  
Status: Never Finished  
Focus: Warning

Dear Dreamer,

Tonight, I dig up buried footsteps,
each stone beneath my feet heavy with goodbye.
The coffee grows cold in my cup
as I write this at 3 AM,
watching snow fall on a street
whose name I still can't pronounce.

You

The possession of a mad man is the only terror

It started soft and slowly
With only shallow things
An itch or twitch or swallow
But kindly not from me

The walls would twist and turn at night
And I’d be seeing things
A pillow to hold a choir within
And slowly simple things
Would do more then make me mourn myself
Do more then make me bleed

My chest was heaving rocks and smoke
Thrumming

Return Of Love

From the moment that we met
you began pulling my heart away 
Just that text or call from you 
Will easily enlighten my day 

Now I look at your picture 
Your beauty still makes me smile 
My heart and I are attracted to you 
To say otherwise would be denial 

When you tell me of your

The Magic You Will Always Return To

The magic you will always return to,
Isn't just the body of your love's quest;
Like the body, your burdened soul once glue.

The fragrance of her smiling face, pursue...
Risk of timing grace you never confessed:
The magic you will always return to,

Is of unseen peering eyes beyond clue,
To free the touching mind posing unrest...
Like the body, your burdened

Pieces Return

I’ve seen the distance in my eyes, trapped in the moments I can’t disguise.

I’ve felt the tension in my voice, A trembling heart without a choice.

I know I judge as I’ve always done,

I build these walls,

I try to run.

But can’t I see, can’t I feel,

Be who I am,

let myself heal?

These days are tough,

but I won’t

Cryptic Signs

Now, I don’t know why,
he left without a word,
returned from the grave,
only to walk a road I could not follow.

Someone must have held his name closer,
spoken in a language I could not hear.
I watch them exchange unspoken truths,
a passerby in their quiet communion.

And now, I don’t know why,
she left without a word,
came back from the

Return to Bourbon

"Return to Bourbon" (The Gritty Underbelly of New Orleans)


 I left my soul in a crawfish boil
 And my transgressions in a taxicab, Where the driver was blind in one eye
 And the meter was stabbed.
 The gutter gurgles like a gospel hymn
 Also, the rain comes down hard, like a drum, But Lord, I’d

Paradise Found

Intellectually and artificially 
Can it be more worse, tell me unofficially
Why should we be managed for what
Bloody purpose to satisfy who’s plot
To tell you the truth
I miss my youth
I’m sorry this lesson to learn
But you feel the same
Here we go again
But thank God we shall never return
Away from this paradise lost
I can’t pay the required

Point of No Return

The Point of no Return

It all started innocently enough,
casual conversation. Just the usual banter at the coffee station. 
A couple of co-workers teasing each other. He liked her laugh. If he was honest, her yellow blouse with pearl buttons was a special treat. The top button was undone and the fabric draped over her breasts

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