Short Mislaid Poems
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Wrong
Was I
To push love
So un-returned
At first though the love from you came later
I lost mine, rapt in imagination
So time forgot
Our passion
Mislaid
Sin
Sitting here thinking
about the past
regret for time mislaid
What’s done is gone
all swans in song
— tomorrow’s yesterday
(The New Room: May, 2024)
This rainbow,
Inside me, lay dormant,
Mislaid so deep within,
It was forgotten.
Then you kissed me!
I laughed and remembered,
Birds are supposed to sing!
C. Alvez
This rainbow,
Inside me, lay dormant,
Mislaid so deep within,
It was forgotten.
Then you kissed me!
I laughed and remembered,
Birds are supposed to sing!
Cyntha
A stitch in time saves nine, lest, out of step lose pep, 'ere gains back mislaid track; cruise control, lose neutral.
practice makes perfect
as perfect is relative
subject is practice
I got into you
and you mislaid me...
You didn't enter into me,
but I safe you inside...
When one day you wish,
when you feel up
to be who you were, come
that I return you back to you...
As for me for now,
i am lost yet... !
life holds us down
pressed into sheets not washed
and cobwebs hanging
like dirty strands of grief
stuck around and sticking me
into the muck of your mislaid dream
and my half-begun once-upon-a-time . . .
mortality clinging
clinging like a thief.
“You’re gonna lose that girl”, they sing:
the one who wears my diamond ring.
They ask me why I even date her -
she’s not a great communicator.
She got mislaid when out in Ronda,
until I bought the new transponder.
She’s unaware her room’s a cellar,
or that her name is Helen Keller.
My life is but a grain of sand through an infinite hourglass
Blink and you’ll miss me
As minute and inconceivable as a single star in a constellation to an ant
Blink and you’ll miss me
Like a single second in the history of time
Like a mislaid stitch in the most beautiful of tapestries
Like the reason for this poem
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Redemption
David J Walker
The unrelenting quest
For the rest of
What was meant to be said
The best intentions
Mislaid
Mislead conventions
Discarded convictions
Colors of lost horizons
Least of the left last rites
The Vespers
of whispers
The worshipers
The shoplifters
all
Seek redemption
Before the end of the end
Of the evening
To come
Vacant Perdition
Reeling listless
Empty story
Gazing, endless
Mandatory
Purgatory
Muted motion
Thinking sorely
Null devotion
Sudden urges
Fleeting feelings
Will emerges
Sailing ceilings
Disused dealings
Mislaid purpose
Broken meanings
Without service
It’s insipid
Bouncing bluster
Wisdom wicked
Nothing mustered
Lacking luster
Sempiternal
Filibuster
Silence vernal
Form:
Why have you disappeared?
It's like all of my limbs have been sheared.
The world has now fallen away
And I let out a pitiful bay
The pain is like no other
And my mind threatens to smother
The world moves on without delay
As if you were not mislaid today
Many move on without a second thought
While I am fraught and distraught
I am nothing but a mourning dove
And I wish to be with you, my love
Your History (COUPLET)
Your History. Your
Full Mystery. Your
Slave Name. Your
True Shame. Your
Mixed Race. Your
Mislaid Trace. Your
Earth Fallen. Your
Birth Stolen. Your
New Voice. Your
Bad Choice. Your
Shame Rain. Your
Rage Strain. Your
Heart Torn. Your
Pain Born. Your
Awful Dream. Your
Africa Scream. Your
Ugly Night. Your
Rising Bright Light
June 07, 2005
By Mohlouoa Ntsasa
Now, you see your mislaid candy,
Still your very property and handy.
So, don’t words with your sister bandy
Nor repeat that her hair is sandy:
You might be saying she was The Thief,
Recklessly priming her for noisy grief;
For that’s what ‘Sandy’ supplies in brief
Whilst no daughter thief is fathered by a chief …
And-Alas!-you let candy your mind swirl
Whereas neither gender nor age makes you a girl.
Now it is dark and I suddenly wake
I hold your hand praying to our Lord:
Leave his hand close, So I can take
his soul to the place of our concord,
Where his dreams are not mislaid,
He is my husband, I am his maid.
As he sleeps with a peaceful smile
I touch his lips with my fingertips
This is our kissing and for a while
His breath will die upon my lips,
Heaven was with me all the time
since his bliss and mine did rime.
Form:
Snowflakes dance along the weary bough
The grey sky shows a clearing
The sand plays on the long beach now
Red Kites dive with daring
Sea grass is greener at this time
The light is so white it bites
A faraway bell begins to chime
The warmth of the village invites
Dreams can be lost in the dreaming
Lives are mislaid out of sight
The sea wraps itself into minds that sing
Sad hymns in the quiet of the night
12.01.19
Young Heather found a feather
one day in some cold weather;
just there, right there, on the road
landed, where the wind had blowed.
“My wooly hat it’s plain and pink
I’ll put the feather in, I think.”
young Heather thought as she bent down;
"It’ll turn my hat into a crown."
A dove whose feather had mislaid,
observed from window, as this maid,
with feather, turned from awkward girl
to princess, who would make heads swirl!
My costume makes me look fat
And I lost my witches hat
I can’t find my broom
It’s not in the room
Now where’s my lucky black cat
An unfortunate man named Keith
Mislaid his set of false teeth
Tried apple bobbing
His jaw was throbbing
Poor guy can’t get no relief
I love eating pumpkin pie
My tum is big its no lie
I pick up my spoon
Then I start to swoon
Feel sick and I want to die
Jan Allison
11th October 2014
That poem I wrote
so long ago
has now gone missing
and I've hoped
so long now
that I will discover it.
Perhaps it went into a drawer
so long ago
and has been taken out in error;
has now gone missing,
though I've hoped
so long now
that it will show up.
Have we not mislaid our stuff from
so long ago?
Is it stuff that may remain
gone for ever?
Though I've hoped
so long now
that we will see something we'll never see.
(Aug 2022)
Pray for the widows with dead roses in their hands.
Pray for the refugees; no blankets in the sands.
Pray for the dictator that dares to seize our land.
Pray for the missionary as she helps with heaps of grace.
Doctors without borders offering remedies at fast pace.
Pray for the children separated from their mums.
While their lives are at mercy mislaid with miseries of distress.
Pray to the God all mighty to fix this awful mess.
Bodies left dead from bombings never laid to rest.