Returning Poems - Poems about Returning

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! He side-steps the house’s deafening glare, slipping into the secluded garden where nostalgia waits to ambush him with memories unrolled everywhere; hanging in the trees, draped across flower beds lounging on the wooden bench. ...

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Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste when stillness is an afterthought. Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card. Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine; bars slit across you on the floor. Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug. The briefest, jagged arcs...

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I threw a penny down a wishing well But I didn’t make a wish I was returning a wish I had been holding onto this penny for awhile Thinking that my wish would return back to me But that’s not how life works A wish only has so much life to it I wish it could be eternal I wish it could last...

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The grass seems greener on the other side, so we sometimes forget that the Lord will provide. We step away from the safety we receive so we step into danger and then we start to grieve. The wolf hides among us and we naively don't see the snare, until we're caught up in the unknown...

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May we be blessed to teach our children about love and to the words of Mr. Rogers keep returning… By giving our children the chance in life to practice what they’re learning. ...

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When something arrives and I learn That it’s going to need a return, It’s annoying to wait For a different date; Getting rid of it is my concern. Yet when circumstance doesn’t allow Me the chance to return it right now, I will stare at the box, Which will seem like it mocks Me for ordering it anyhow. It may sit there for several days, Even...

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the old mill reposes in the middle of the peppered autumn trees spruced up under the jurisdiction of golden, yellow, red, maples the scene cannot be captured in a photograph, it is soul searing My throat clogs up and I gasp, full of childhood memories I sit at the edge and watch the revolving spokes of the water wheel the...

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Refuse death, giving impulses to life... cheer up the body breathing and dreaming... ...

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The Memory Speaks I leave… But…I come back — again. Again I’ll return through time’s opening doors, …Fleeting through peripheral halls — their floors — so well cleaned and polished to such perfection, I see How they mirror my changing face ~ Traveling Off in the hours ...

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We built a snowman the other day when winter had the gall to visit North Carolina…in the middle of the Fall We went back the next day to visit our snowman… to the exact post we set him on but since Fall had regained control of the season… our little snowman was gone. About the time we were lamenting…thinking our snowman...

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Born Baby Raises head Crawls everywhere Starts to walk 'n talk... ...Old age sets in Wheelchair-bound Slumps down Dies......

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Something sits unsaid and never takes form but seems lifelong, a shadow that occupies a space and yet has no shape nor gives a hint of where it's from. It falls across the mind from up ahead or reaches out of somewhere behind, way back where memory hides or comes falling from above out of air or rises up from a pit. It curls up in...

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Returning home After decades of wandering over the globe I am back here at the point where I started My home at the top of the lush green mountain Stood along the canopy like a monument of time Through my Mahogany framed windows I see the cloud capped Seven Virgins That shook the aviation history With an unfortunate chilling story When...

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The Retuning Smiles i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals, The color of sun-kissed blueberries, Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler .Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around For some reason to be let down Just as I was...

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