Short Lean Back Poems
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Lovely break during hectic work.
Merry time is the coffee break.
Nectar to tired nerves is coffee.
On your seat, lean back and enjoy,
Pleasant tang tickling your nostrils.
Don't you wish
To be able talk again
To those people
Who have now gone
The laughter and the smiles
And to confide in
When you're feeling low
Just close your eyes
And lean back.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Untitled, their works of art (?), their minds
pried to the paper, full-out concentrate
only a few sigh and rub their eyes
and lean back, hands overhead, yawns,
relaxed, reclined, restrained, now!
Headfirst diving into the test once more!
Underneath, you above,
Hold me close,like a glove,
You whisper my name,"yes love",
Meant to be,white doves....
You lean forward, I lean back,
You pull my jeans,I lift your top,
You bite your lips,I hit the spot,
We tremble like leaves,and then collapse...
Emailed apologies with no response
Uncertainty in vials like Novocaine
Contentious stares and plastic smiles
Drenched from the storm with no rain
I lean back in my chair and pull
the little daggers out of my back
Emptiness fills that inadequate hole
As I wait for the next attack
A hearty bowl of broth
overflows its rim
Proudly served by a mustachioed chef
whose heart swells up in him
to see his patrons savor its taste
lean back with dreamy smiles
For he pours himself into his soups
panache his trademark style
Round and smooth, cool in your palm,
you lean back and let them soar,
cutting cleanly down to walk on water.
They skip, shining wickets
glancing in the silver light slipping low.
You turn,
letting fly a stream of words,
impulsive and precipitous,
that drop into my heart one stone.
Copyright, November 10, 2017
How cool the morning,
Tiny clouds drifting above tall summer tree tops,
As I lean back in my giant striped lawn chair
Their leaves flicker as citron flickers
Fascinating my senses pelted by dew drops.
I anticipate the day’s activities
And long for cool breezes of the day,
Blowing through my tree tops,
Until twilight falls.
That palm-smeared red flower
blossoming down your fingers;
reminding you of when tying shoelaces
was an accomplishment.
When falling down wasn't a blessure,
but a scrap
- a prize worthy of adhesive
and swift kiss.
It is the instinct to lean back
and (*) give yourself an aneurysm.
*swallow; to take back what was once yours.
Take the staircase,
although it may change as you move;
Take the journey,
even if you slide down a banister or two;
Take two steps when you can,
take one when it suits;
Take that chance,
although you may need another;
Never think there is nowhere to go;
the only dead end is you;
Take the staircase,
lean back and enjoy the view.
An outstanding young man I know
Had job and career in tow
When the lockdowns broke out
First his boss told him his job had to go
Now his job search is painfully slow
The young man's future, an indubitable doubt
It's easy for me to lean back and sayeth
Trust in God, my friend, Keep the Faith
~ His family members weep, cry and pout
you lean back
like you always did
and blow
wearing your bell bottom slacks
cool
just like you always were
I hear you now
maybe I always did
I just didn't know
it's all I ever wanted to do
paint a picture
lean back
see
feel
and hear the music
so please understand
I'm not trying to be you
I'm just trying
© Whit Howland 2019
I dance upwards;
below me,
the waves slap the cliffs
and beat the rhythm.
Wind whipped clouds gallop
with flying manes
across the blue plain of the sky.
The wild geese resent
our intrusion;
honking displeasure,
they swoop a warning:
we are guests here.
Amid the cedar fragrance
of summer and freedom,
I lean back
into the arms of the world.
Casual frog with a Heidi ho hay
Loving his rest, at the end of the day
Sliding down into a slink because it is May
When we walk by he can barely muster a “hey!”
He is so rested, relaxed, but in no way refined.
Nothing bothers casual frog, he never does mind.
We watch him, admiring type D, which is his kind.
Who has the power to lean back and enjoy the sun shine.
Isn't it nice when the world's upside-down
when people are crazed with-OUT Covid around
When so many dark things seem to happen
when nuclear war can again be imagined
Yes, isn't it nice that poets lean back and peck
at keyboards indifferent to supply bottlenecks...
And what's going on now in Kyiv, Ukraine
does not occupy five-fifths of their brain
Another year
I ponder you here...
Perhaps this will be the year
we slow dance under the stars
Your strong hands supporting my back
so I lean back
vulnerable and free
with you spinning in circles
Around and around
from out of the enchantment
Eyes engaged
It is you
It is me
It is us
How I want to kiss you
my only love.
Oh how we kiss,
My Love.
A little tidbit
Before you arrive in the rainforest
if you get lost
and fall into quicksand
do not panic
calmly lean back into a back float position
slowly move your feet circularly
without panic!
you might be able to free yourself
if you stay calm
if not,
you might slide under the quicksand
as if you are the inside of a taco
luckily you will be too quickly snapped up
to panic now
6.
a person whose teachings others accept or follow: a Zen master. (dictionary reference)
The perfect master of poetry or writing would encourage you when you have had growth in
language, form and have learned what creates views. They would not holler "stealing" my
identity. They would lean back and look at it with pride instead. Otherwise they were not any
master at all.
I see the light slowly fading into the night. The sunrise kisses the horizon as my breath shallows. Always a sense of urgency and desperation for reasons unknown. Contintment is a vague feeling, overpowered by that alien anxiety. I lean back in my chair, almost falling backward, but not quite. It's just the feeling of almost falling that gets you. Of almost dieing... Of almost loving... Of almost living...
lean back bend bones joints
snapped & smoked- i can
see the words i spoke in
vibr
ating letters gyrating plaid
sweaters tangled by the neck,
i wasn't looking fast, so quick
-wreck, bleeding bricks- joked
the nervous tick, afraid of the
bed he made. don't
miss the cause, burning bras,
passing laws- don't
fight the mender, seamstress of
sight, dirty defender- inhale,
hold, don't
let it go-
so easy.
Tissue
Do you sleep as I do
Bent upon a dream that breaks you
Lean back in a whiskey stupor
What the hell where these dreams ever made for
To burn in flightless wings
Angel kissed with Friday night wishings
And take the bitterness pill that life has in hand
But never understand
Let the rain fall on your window
If the glass ever would remind you
Of tears that I shed
Are they now a romance of dissent
Little droplet
your time is near,
never fear,
be part of it.
Fall into the great ocean
your conscious way,
unconscious stay,
Nature's final notion.
Lean back
let it go,
it happens so,
embrace the black.
Droplet make a tiny splash.
Whisper in your Bardo ear,
till you're no longer here,
and flesh turns to simple ash.
So sleep little droplet,
how sweet the dew.
To love it and live it
and to start anew.
Thoughts satin as my pillow,
not a trace of ideas racing;
Such brilliant lights all around,
starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Not a trace of ideas racing,
I inhale deeply and lean back;
Another day where I should be;
Such brilliant lights all around
so much warmth surrounds me;
How could I not be left glowing?
Starlight grin as I fall asleep;
Energized by the smallest steps,
magnetic high will lift tomorrow.
Beautiful day for a drive
Ruined when we stop for gas
Polluted by loud offensive music
Espousing lots of anger
I wonder how anyone can listen to this
Let alone share it by having it up so loud
As we drive past this car I notice a crying baby
I imagine her ears and her mind hurt
So sad what is being fed to a child’s spirit
I think of this for a few minutes
Then notice the gorgeous sky
And lean back to fully enjoy a beautiful day
Lean back and watch your move.
Don't over react. You look like a fool.
Wondering why you suddenly appear,
When I have nothing left to feel.
Hold back! I don't need your words.
Take a huge leap back to when it hurts.
No. It cannot deceive me again.
Been through it putting into an end.
Turn back now and walk away!
There's no place left for you to stay.
I've already packed you all my goodbyes,
But never again the tears I once cried.