Short Reread Poems
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You're my poem
My consummate rhyme
And I could reread you
Time after time
Flowing in meter
Perfect in sync
Inscribed on my heart
In indelible ink
I reread what you wrote about me
I see you haven't written
Since I left.
I wonder how you are
If your okay
Do you even write anymore.
You've crossed my mind
I don't know why
Maybe I passed through yours
But I thought of you tonight.
Form:
Think, plan, scheme, devise
Write, read, review, revise
Sit, wait, reread, reflect,
Insert, delete, keep, reject
Rethink, rewrite, reorganize
Snip, cut, paste, prioritize
A poem's a process of many a step
From that very first 'No' to that final 'Yep!'
Wow what words woven where wit was working!!
Well written words while I wondered what to write...weally wonderfully witty!
Two bees or
not two bees
that is the difference in
anaphylaxis
and life!
Really random rantings
Rouse right reasoning
Reread and rear
Reason in season.
I read you like a book
the cover fading
the binding cracked
pages dog-eared
and yellowing
a book I have read
many times
and still reread
contentment in your story
comfort in your words
an old friend I cherish
the ending sad
never changing
but still I read
page by page
chapter by chapter
a book I love
I'm vain enough to think that I can read
Current contest sponsor's mind,
Failing often as not.
Sometimes I write and rewrite
As I reread instructions,
Then find to my great chagrin
I read right first time.
By: Joyce Johnson
My kimo and dodoitsu For Russell"s "A Mesh of Forms Free Poetry Contest"
Won a 2nd
Carnival
Two brothers save coins
Look forward
Excitement
Read, reread poster, pictures
Talk about strange sights
Main big tent
Brothers find a seat
Excitement
Mountain high
Someone in main tent screams,"Fire"
Boys run, bam, brick wall
Contest: Share A Shardoma
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Shadorma form not listed
I reread the scriptures
Raised my hands to the same sky
My body trembles once again
Of fear that perhaps my supplications would go unanswered
My eyes flood over with tears of remorse
Of how I had knelt here before
And asked for you from the heavens
But now I return
On my knees yet again
To ask
Why my prayer was answered
I reread the scriptures
Raised my hands to the same sky
My body trembles once again
Of fear that perhaps my supplications would go unheeded
My eyes flood over with tears of remorse
Of how I had knelt here before
And asked for you from the heavens
But now I return
On my knees yet again
To ask
Why my prayers was answered
Matthew 21:2-7
King James Version
2 Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.
Reread the passage. A man who had never ridden and a colt that had never been ridden.
he tied the donkey
unridden colt, they waited....
a man rode the colt
I'm reaching out
but you're not there.
Our sunshine days,
all gone.
There is nothing left
but the fog now
I can't see you
or touch you anymore.
All alone in my room
I reread all our chats
spend alone time
with all your pictures.
Nothing lends comfort
nothing soothes
this cracked heart of mine
my friend said give it time
but without you
honestly
I just want to die.
©SamHarty
sometimes it turns around
wanna take a second look
slowing down this time
jotting thoughts in a notebook
studying the angles
trying to make a plan
doing the equation
start back where you began
erasing the mistakes
using all you learned
knowledge gives you power
to once again return
sometimes it turns around
and you take a second look
mysteries uncovered
when you reread the book
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord wrapped in the laughter
and the sounds of a five year old.
Truth is marching as I witness commencement exercises across the university
law campus.
Bombs bursting in air has a truer sound and a detailed message as I reread the
letters from my son who serves his country overseas.
This is where the real pledge of allegiance is silently read.
Form:
I don’t really want to dance in the night,
To forget you,
I don’t really want to hang out in bars
To forget you,
Nor want to find friends,
Nor want to cross Idaho, to forget you,
I don’t really want to write a novel,
To forget you,
Nor to reread “Les fleurs du mal”,
I don’t really want to forgive heavens,
Or to become a writer, to forget you,
Quite simply, I don’t want to forget you,
My panther.
Punctuated by the virtual fifth degree,
he placed his neck on the line,
the sucking, pinching tidal wave to slip away from the soft comforts and relapsed boredom.
The new, energized voices, never spelling the conventional way,
the pages of books he'd read, once or twice, erased and reread, compounding and retreating back to proto-motion.
The motion that is now, clear to him, a cog in a single machine.
It’s time to rest though I don’t want to
Rather read and write converse with you
Soup is good it warms my soul
Even to reread poems of old
Good night paper you are my friend
Recording mind’s vapor with red pen
Good night lamp and ceiling fan
And rain so damp beating garbage can
Good night iPhone with light so blue
I shall try not to rollover and look at you
Good night poets may you be well
Be it night or day as you write a spell
Do you change the meaning
in favor of form
Do you add a new comma
because it’s the norm
Do you shorten the sentence
because it’s advised
Do you scour the pages
re-dotting your I’s
Do you read and reread
again to address
What sure of at first
and now want to correct
A wise man once said
and it’s truer today
“The First Cut Is The Deepest”
leave your words as they lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Do you change the meaning
in favor of form
Do you add a new comma
because it’s the norm
Do you shorten the sentence
because it’s advised
Do you scour the pages
re-dotting your I’s
Do you read and reread
again to address
What sure of at first
and now want to correct
A wise man once said
and it’s truer today
“The First Cut Is The Deepest”
—leave your words as they lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
i wonder what a word feels like
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........n......r full of points
Does water t...
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Does the turn nrut turn like a ballerina spun
What is wonder full of
does black pull back
is the the only one
Imagine what mental could fracture
if free could be
does happy raise its chin
Does sad feel me
For safety reasons it seems fine
To smile and say hello
To anyone who's passing by
On streets of neon glow
For deeper reasons it is good
To hear our music loud
And to reread the books we should
Know well what they’re about
For some of reasons falls a rain
To clean the road I choose
Sometimes it feels like blunted pain
To which I can’t get used
For reasons we don’t understand
But maybe the most wise
We see the lark that still ascends
Into the depth of skies.
i say Jesus can flip these tables upside down,
with his voice he did, without crashing the table to the ground,
poetically speaking, it all has deeper meaning,
reread it again...it's in your heart he's revealing,
secret clubs, societies symbols,
organized structures to control the system,
the spiritual balance...the divorce rates are high,
by means of selfishness and greed, the numbers rise,
connected to all numbers in physical degrees,
our spiritual tilt on earth affects our gravity.
She feared the outside world
The pandemic had killed thousands
Hundreds of thousands
She stayed in for over two years
People coaxed and cajoled her
She was lonely but would not venture out
Safe in her nest, she reread her books
She wanted to be safe
Two more years went by
She is depressed but cannot reach out
People scare her now
She is secluded, living a half life
Five more years of self-imposed hell
It was a relief the day the plane hit her building
killing her instantly