Short Draw Back Poems
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Whatever was begun without due heed
And all that was not properly conceived,
Although a promise and a pledge were given,
It is right to hesitate — to press on or draw back.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
Her hush rolls like folding scrolls
Gentle breeze, whiffs of anise
Fire, cream puff desire
Soft sorbet, goosebump display
Draw back of kite, lull of light
Descending easel bending
Blackboard slate, forgiveness' weight
5-17-2020
With an arrow in the quiver
I aim my bow of instinct
Draw back slow, with intention I release
*pop*
Bursting the bubble of lost dreams
In hopes to awaken once again to
The journey of purpose
*Eagle Sun Ki*
Because love does not adapt itself
to your needs
And needs grow too fast
like weeds
Needful love has to be pruned
and forced to draw back
So freeze your heart
and let them upon examining
find your heart cold and unfeeling
And never let anyone's kisses
dampen the spark in your soul
Hard-work
Like chewing
An asprin
Slow burn like
Cooking ribs
Push thru
Draw back
Push again
Hard-work
Like marriage
Give take
Pray
Air tastes different
Hard-work
Bein alive
Skins thicker
Then a semi tire
But cuts still
Bleed
Hard-work
Better then
No work
Then your
Dead
SLACK TIDE
moon draws
back slack
high lows
collide
new address
to compress
I digress…
seas glide
as shores
abide
waves hide
then
subside
unpack
draw back
stress-smack
hide-crack
I assess
undress
and
digest
cast aside
this
great divide
worldwide
deep
inside
© Kim van Breda—17 August 2015
Explore every yearning
let creativity sing;
Release the inner self
enjoy psychosomatic health;
Give pessimism no scope
emote,live life with hope;
Be bold,never hesitate
let ideas originate;
Don't let the moment pass
act as inspiration lasts;
Draw back the inward veil
let imagination sail;
Let exploration start
release what's in your heart.
Explore every yearning
let creativity sing;
Release the inner self
enjoy psychosomatic health;
Give pessimism no scope
emote,live life with hope;
Be bold,never hesitate
let ideas originate;
Don't let the moment pass
act as inspiration lasts;
Draw back the inward veil
let imagination sail;
Let exploration start
release what's in your heart.
Your hands
in my hands
soft yet firm
moving
squeezing
stroking
insistent
demanding.
Speaking a
half-remembered
language
to which
I instantly respond.
Yet I draw back
at a line,
I can not cross.
Lips mouthing
tender regrets
while our hands
keep talking.
I remember clearly
the ring
in your navel,
but the one
in my pocket
held us apart.
My antidote to the venom
My smile behind the pain
My hope beyond despair
A Family beyond compare
Cliff they’ll climb for me to bliss
Never tired and never failed
But ‘cause of my stone head
Their heart reached by Blade
Lessons learned I nailed in my head
To close the wound I have created
To draw back smile that I’ve erased
And to utopia I’ll be the seed and head
Draw back the curtains at your wake
To welcome in October
And heartily libation take
Lest the old crows find you sober
Invite your fond familiars in
Each cat and rat and magpie
Ignite your jack-o’-lantern grin
And kiss the moon at midnight
Fling far and wide your festive gold
Let no leaf go unvarnished
Stoke hearth and heart against the cold
Lest silver linings tarnish.
inspired by Laura contest theme
Explore every yearning
let creativity sing;
Release the inner self
enjoy psychosomatic health;
Give pessimism no scope
emote,live life with hope;
Be bold,never hesitate
let ideas originate;
Don't let the moment pass
act as inspiration lasts;
Draw back the inward veil
let imagination sail;
Let exploration start
release what's in your heart.
What holy crown will twine
around the serpent's head
great slouching shoulders turned
draw back my head and wonder 'pon
the wisdom of the world.
Take my hand between those mountains
bring up to the beginning
mighty cawing
mulberry smiles
it is not enough to prove.
These promises are whispered
through dripping pointed teeth
with blood upon the 'morrow
how can you possibly sleep?
Broken hearts of Cupid’s reign
Aim of cherub’s arrows shoddy
Study of love charts insane
Narrowing of the arteries gaudy
Until Cupid met his match
An angelic symphony named Kate
Harpist extraordinaire releases passion’s latch
Heralding head over heels fate
Sensuous fingers draw back strings.
Two slow breaths release wings.
12/26/2017
Sponsor - Laura Loo
I draw a waking breath,
draw back sleeps curtains.
I'm drawing an image of myself
as a gray decay of distance,
a long swim away
from a day of youth,
where a boy once drew his name
into golden sands.
Sea shore, sea shores,
high-tides drawing ever nearer;
must I draw another dawn
onto a fast fading page
or shall I go open a window,
breath deep enough to clear my sight
of any more sinking life-rafts?
A NEW DAY (A Pantoum)
Draw back the curtain,
Roll up the blind,
sounds that entertian,
What do you find?
Roll up the blind,
Behold the new day
What do you find
All nature's at play.
Behold the new day,
There's so much to hear
All nature's at play
Birds bring you good cheer
There's so much to hear?
Sounds that entertain
Birds bring you good cheer
Draw back the curtain.
Copyright © Vivien Wade Sept., 2014
I awake to the sound of birds chatter.
I know a new day has begun.
I draw back the curtains,
Look out on the world
And joyfully welcome the sun.
The majestic trees are gently swaying
As the wind softly rustles through.
All of the Earth is ablaze
With the colours of summer.
And the sky is a picturesque hue.
I drink in all this beauty of creation
That is there in attendance for me;
And I greet the day
With my heart in tune
With nature’s symphony.
The rain stopped,
Heavy bank of clouds remained,
Afternoon was dark until dusk,
No light to draw back the day,
A strong frost shock,
Gripping the land,
Unrelenting,
The trees fell silent,
Along the gullies and wet ditches,
A faint mist was rising,
Winter's last stand against spring,
The temperature descended,
The wood tightened against the cork,
As if the wasted wood might snap of the ground,
A fine crack froze over the dew pond,
The circle of the ice was finally closed.
My grandson gave me this first line
and said write a poem about this.
Actually he was singing the first line.
nobody knows the feeling of being alone
nobody
but me, except
when I join the noisy crowd
still, even then
I’ve a feeling
that nobody knows
how obviously still
alone
and lonelier still
and sadder even
as the crowd
moves in claustrophobic circles
and I draw back
until a familiar voice
my own
dares to brave
a “hello”
dash a smile
at another lonely soul