Short Replays Poems

Contemplate on our life’s refrain ~
That replays again and again...

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It's now all in the past
A dream that did not last
The dream plays in my mind
With replays and rewinds...

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I relived the passions,
Becoming yours again...
Ah, flash backs,
Are never as divine,
As the instant replays!

Cynthia...

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Negativity 
Manipulative
Discerning…concerning…ever-burning and forever churning inside 
Joy
Peace
Replays scene…
PTSD So indecent

Heart full of innocence...

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bliss transmutes as peace
attributeless, spacial
whilst retaining
it’s vibrancy

the magic
replays within
merging polarities
centred everywhere

06-December-2022...

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the day after you feel like you can't go on
the day when everything went wrong
a day that just went on for too long

the night you couldn't see through the haze
the night in your head that just replays
a night where there was no end in the maze

a time when life has to begin
a time when you shouldn't give in...

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3 years in 3 days,
the horror of replays.
Like a bug caught in a jar,
awaiting the inevitable.
No holes,
asphyxiation in darkness.
Battling in dark fantasies,
the journey of fire.
The burning eternal,
calloused soul.

Scorched at the core,
how much must I endure
before I see the light..
If ignorance is bliss
Should I shut my eyes?...

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Tacked in six syllables
Thrilled with five rhythmic calls
Triangular in form
Takes doubled shape-like cone
Tuned in fine symmetry
Tops the poet’s forte
This pleiades replays.


Jan 24,2022    11.32am


6 syllables per line




Write About a Form
Contest Judged:  2/19/2022 3:23:00 PM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Place 2...

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Drizzles ice
up when I run
naked
it touches me
through my shirt.

Sweat
is water plus salt.
Sprayed on ice,
I can't tell the difference.

I pass the window of a house
reflection 
I touch it
through my shirt.

Slowmo
my head replays
a side view of me crashing
melting ice.

I need to apologize so
we touch
through my shirt....

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Sounds of yesterday take me back.
Elements of memories spark my heart.
Nuggets of stored treasures are priceless..
Time has miraculously slowed just a bit.
Inside my mind it replays.
Music of moments.
Emotions of both joy and pain.
Nostalgia can be sweet.
Today can be timmow'sgems.
A walk in backward steps.
Living the furure the past.....

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A fleeting passing shadow,
so soft in a dreamscape’s grey,
collects from past’s silhouettes
to sharpen memoirs image
revealed in dreaming glitter,
stark now in memory’s recall,
the past, now present, replays

©Debra Squyres  
   11/07/14

Written for: Silhouette of a Heptagonet
Sponsored by:  Nette Onclaud
Theme:  Silhouette of Night...

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A kiss on the neck, a peck on the cheeks
You turn round to me and our lips sweetly meet

Our hands re-discover, yesterdays places
As our loving replays, our sensual graces

Our love will continue until one of us is gone
Until that day happens, our hearts will sing the same song








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php...

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The emotions that flew and blew
The moments that grew and drew
The memories we built and filled 
The secrets we quilt and lilt
         Beauties they were
         Enriching they were
         Promising they seemed
         Entertaining they appeared
                Am always
                No delays
                Only replays
                Honored in rays
To have met you, till next time...

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a slip through time 
      of that already known 
      
when a sudden prompt from the unconscious
       to the conscious 
of a memory from a past or future life
replays in the present 

a deep feeling of familiarity floods the body 
a sense of wonder and awe 
       of the complex interweaving lives 
planned by the soul in order to grow 

and this life - your life
     is a part of that plan...

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New year's resolution to make?
Perhaps that's a silly mistake.
My life is too short
for me to support
reforms for the brand new year's sake! 

No chance to change my settled ways!
I'm fine with the way I spend days.
I won't rock my boat,
new year please take note,
a copy of last year- replays!


December 30, 2016

Contest: Sencleri-limoku
Sponsor: Brian Strand

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26.
The low level haze
Carries the smell of smoke superbly.
The morning cooled daze
Leaves no room for joking.
Silence flies a dove.

The May early Sunday
Marries the peace of two lovingly.
No serendipitous replays
Sighs for attention provoking
Reverence stays above.

The grayness of this sky
Expires the normal jests remarkably
The quiet does not lie
Takes no verse evoking
Guidance He is love....

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Eat thou not the bread of remorse
For its taste is bitter, tough, coarse

Made from many wrong of yesterdays
As it has aged, dried__ changed assays

Replays of when it was just baked
And of those whom heartbreak suffered

From puerile stunts and brainless words
Discords that filled that loaf's innards

Now moldy, indigestible
This bread, remorse......abominable


In Honor of Brian Strand's contest
Up to twelve lines.....

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      The Stupid Bowl is Over
       Except for the analyses
            the replays
            the highlight reels
            the interviews
            the talk-shows
            the editorials
            the commentaries
            the speculation 
            the what-ifs
            the tributes 
            the obituaries 
            (the hangovers)...
       It ain’t over ‘til next February
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My days grow short and the shadows lengthen
I pray hard that my prayers will strengthen
My nerve here at the end

My life replays before my eyes each day
And I smile as I watch - Oh, what can I say
I loved my life

The time came and all of the skies lightened
Then a voice spoke but I wasn't frightened
"Well done, son! Welcome home."

5-31-20
Contest: Triple Stanza Couplet Tail Rhyme
Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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Now it’s Roethlisberger versus Rodgers
To escape sacks, they’ll have to be dodgers
 
   Two very strong defenses
   Big egos and pretenses

When the ball’s caught, they’ll try to dislodge her

There are only 60 minutes to play
But these games last four hours anyway

   Referee calls disputed
   Jeers from the crowd unmuted

But the instant replays will save the day






Entry for Royal Trevino's contest...

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I see the vision playing back on me.
I close my eyes so I can't see
But the view won't stop.
Like this is on top
Of my list to do.
To be haunted by sights of you.
Visions of that day.
Now the pain just won't go away.
Now it replays back in my mind.
But I'm not the one pressing rewind.
You have made my life haunted. 
And now the nightmares will never stop it.
Until I can finally tell my story.
My story of what has happened to me....

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At the moment of death, when our body falls,
as our whole life replays through our laboured mind,
what are the dark spots our heart then there recalls,
that still exercises a relentless bind
on our consciousness far removed from bliss squalls,
having not pursued pathways loving and kind
and thus our head and heart not quite hand in glove,
do we learn at last that we owe debts of love?

03-January-2023...

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So Sour:

deep with hate
anger of a volcano
but sweet like a dog
firm as a house
I’m manage
I think of my self
myself pain
two body's
mind as one of moments
body to be scared on
both hurt so bad
you'll never understand
cut so deep it wont heal
forced in hurt cant function
why I’m so in pain?
the answer is simply
my past's horror
like a movie
never ending replays
always there in mind
always on the body 
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops...

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On Being Late

There’s this girl who walks the High Street,
She’s dead but does not know. 
She never gets to work, 
Was hit by a bus, London, red, number 2 2 0.

She hurries down the pavement,
Goes through her same routine.
She was late you see.
She then replays the scene.

 A shout, a scream,
And prone upon the road she lies. 
Threw caution to the wind.
The driver, with his head down cries.

She darted out.
                 To be late forever....

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When the honey kissed sun falls between air 
and natures song replays. 
When it highlights your skin, defines your gloss 
and the purity of china veins. 
A mirage that appears on the back of a breeze 
suspended on the song of the birds. 
High pitched, controlled, shot from the depth 
each note is handled with care. 
The gold nugget blinks, crimson revealed 
an eye-lid restrains the majority. 
It highlights your body, devours you whole 
lacing your natural purity...

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