Short Retracing Poems

Short Retracing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Retracing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Retracing by length and keyword.


The End

I gave you everything
you gave me a goodbye
leaving me in tears
retracing the lie.
my life is falling apart
and I don’t even know how to start
picking up the pieces of my broken heart.
Form: Rhyme


Divine Purity.

True love is incalculable
An ebb and flow of lifetime…
Never looking back
Or retracing its footfalls…
Only leaving behind
The moments of memory…
Of where it once stepped
Ever fulfilling...

Partner

Partner forever in time and tide
Aiding at all strands be it ripe
Retracing to good times of pride
Taking away the grey sides aside
Nurturing my soul every time
Everytime I think about him
Rhyming the unscrambled…smile
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member I Came, I Saw, I Forgot

I came, I saw, I forgot if I was on the right track Retracing my steps got distracted before I got back What's going on, have no idea But for sure now I need to pee How often does this happen to you guys I ask
Form: Limerick

Trailing Regret

Retracing my steps …
picking up the pieces
of a misguided past
Cleaning up the memories
that so litter my
attention
Given one more chance
to change
the things I never intended
Given one last chance
to right the wrongs
—of my prodigal ways

(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)


Backwards

Feet weary walking in reverse retracing finding wisdom by treading through dried muddy footprints blood stained memories lessons relearned forlorn tears cleanse painful yet needed now moving forward feet
7/23/16
Form: Verse

Stuck

This is where the road forks,
our path long since ended. 

I’m stuck in place, 
caught up in the idea of moving forward.
Constantly muling over retracing my steps,
in hopes of joining you once more.

And I’m torn between wanting to wait for you,
and choosing a new path of travel.
© Jo Myzk  Create an image from this poem.

Chasing Time

Lost in Translation
Racing against the wind
Retracing all time
Back to where it begins
Fighting all sorrows
then taking flight again
Screaming out loud
But only sounds of the wind
No turning back
Just racing again
finding a tune
to make the heart mend
Time just stands still
       then just starts again!

Memories

In a valley of thought
and memory peeks,
lies the vault that stores
what a minds eye seeks.

Retracing steps, of acts complete,
traversing ground on familiar streets.

That which brings smiles to face,
or tears that run, from a painful place.

Memories formed, both good and bad,
are the records kept, on the life we've had.
Form: Rhyme

Coloring In the Spaces

Trying to understand
  why you marked up your body
  —I stared at the ink

The memory of your open promise
  still inside of me
   —unfulfilled

Retracing that promised memory
  with new symbols
   —stained forever

You colored in the empty spaces
  I was unable
   —or unwilling to see

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

Speaking Up

Come out with all in mind
Speak up what all in heart
Share and care, talk and walk
Then What???
No solution just arguments
No happiness just sadness
Moments all shattered
Life seems meaningless
No ways to retrace back
Mend all wrong happened
Speaking up…is such a pain?
Retracing back…not always an option
But moving on in spite…becomes the choice.
sad

Nobody Ever

I have walked alone
Through fields of knowing green
Under skies of harmless blue

Four footsteps retracing my old
Those belonging to me
Those belonging to you

Am I the first to stand in these waters?
The first to be thrown
A washed upon this battered shore

Am I so barefoot and vunerable
To say 'I am the way I am'
'For nobody loved me like this before'...
© Jo Hayton  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Home

"The majority of my
friends are dead,"
she said
while retracing the steps
of her life
No need to return
to the Heights'
depression~ recession
~regression
New faces in
old places with last
names that ring a bell
facial features similar
but can't really tell.
"I ain't left a damn thing
in the Heights, except
memories. . . that live
longer than friends."

Voices That Follow

Keeping
memories close
pushing
people away
I live in   
the safety
of what’s held
at bay

Trading
the future
retreading
the past
Living
nostalgic
for what
cannot last

Each
invitation
each corner
unturned
Calls to me
distant
calls to me
spurned

But I keep 
on running
retracing
old steps
As voices
still follow
in search
— of me yet

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Form: Rhyme

Pretending I'M Not

I'm back here again, I'm the one who loves more, 
Retracing the lines of the one gone before.

I'll not say the words though they flood-fill my mouth,
Your eyes send mixed signs that I cannot work out.

How can I help myself, try not to fall?
For I'm scared our intentions aren't mirrored at all.

Committing the form of your face to my mind, 
My fingers move questing for the love they'll not find.
Form:

Memories

Memories linger in the shadows Retracing footsteps of my past Trails I traversed now seem kinder Rough edges by the years recast Loved ones, friends, like crystal sparkle In the light of elder days defined The test of time deletes transgressions Leaving just the best behind How I love to sit among them Sample each one as I may Taste the nectar of a lifetime Wrapped in my world of yesterday
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fractured Landscape of Memory

I feel more incomplete

Now than before 

Exand my heart is a cartography.

Of interrupted rhythms.

In the echoes of ancestral whispers.

I stand fragmented,unfinished.


Lands that once cradled our songs

Now distant unreachable, 

My heart beating between

Bitter and sweet landscapes.

Dreaming of retracing old paths

But my imagination incomplete.

My hearth's rhythm interrupted.

Premium Member Spiritual Clarity

Before each new glory
is a mountain to summit;

a sea to transverse – 

a valley floor needing
lifting...thus expanding
our horizons, revealing
greater arcs of Light: 

When at our best, we are
priests; warring against
dark, willing from the formless
spiritual clarity – when at our
worst, we are the back-and-forth 
egg vs chicken – his crossing of
the road...our retracing footsteps,
forever unresolved 
without a God.

Searching

im searching to find nothing
i continue to search for who i am
but i already know...
im searching for answers
but i have no questions
im searching for light
though my path isnt dark
i dont see anything
because theres nothing for me to see
im taking chances without risks
why am i retracing steps
ive never even taken
im traveling in an open circle
searching and searching for nothing at all.




Copyright ©2010 Myishia Sacoya Williams
Form:

The Betrayer

WE STARTED YOUNGER
HOPING TO END IT WELL
IT WAS AS A GAME OF CHANCE
A LUCK IN EVERYONE’S FAVOUR
A BEHAVIOUR CAME ABOUT
CALLING EACH INDIVIDUAL
TO AVERT UNIONISM
UNITY IS THE FACT
THAT HOLD THE FUTURE
POTRAYING HONESTY
HOW DARE YOU BETRAY?
BEWARE FOR YOU MAY LIVE
AND MAY LIVE LONELY
DEEP IN SMELL WATER LONELY
ASKING WHICH WAY TO HOLY
PLUS THE WAY TO NEW NOLLY
IN RETRACING THE UNRULLY
DO ENCOURAGE YOURSELF
TO AVERT BEING ONESELF
COS ANON
PERHAPS MEET UP IN BULLY
Form: Concrete

Ghost Town

Going back to Ghost Town
Searching high and low for
My haunted love,
Why can't I let you go?

Retracing my steps
Looking for the house of ghouls
Where we buried the souls of
our loved ones,
Thinking that maybe that would be enough
To keep them alive

I'm going out of my mind
Because I keep looking for a piece of you,
In these bodies sleeping next to me
Maybe we really were meant to be
Or maybe my mind just craves insanity

July, 2015.

M.K.
Form: ABC

Ghosts

It rings in a
cavernous hammock.
No location,
only a prodding
to respond to the dark.

It is my parents calling
from a Bakelite planet;
I imagine retracing a long flex
to a whirling dial.
I hold the heavy handset to my ear:
'hello mum, hi dad' -
the phone is an electronic
hiss of dead air.

I sense they want to speak,
but they're too far away.
Words fizz in my skull.

Whatever they have to say
belongs to a yesterday
I can no longer relate to.

Breadcrumbs

Retracing all my steps 
Still looking for the last breadcrumb
Trying to find my way back 
From who I have become
Look up at the daylight 
Thinking it will leave a clue
Shine a light on all my mistakes,
On what I thought I knew
I think i wanna go home 
But I cant remember why
All the rooms there are haunted 
All my plans go awry 
So I'll walk until my feet bleed,
"Leave your shoes at the door".
Red-clay colored head to bone
Always leave me looking for more
Form: Rhyme

Desire To Seize

Peaceful harmony painted the scene 
Regrets wondered, but a new era seen 
Inside my dreams 
Blending coloured themes 
Into tempestuous reality 
Desire to seize 
Retracing conversations allusive to thee 
Never more to weep 
Visions fiery beams, 
Mouths without screams 
Where silence speaks 
Symbols in peace 
Covering within 
Mending inside 
Running thru the rye 
Love was denied 
As we shifted with the tide 
Beneath the dark blue skies 
Waiting to unwind, 
I leave it all behind...

Her Hell

A smile fades
as the stars they realign,
An angel, dark angel
retracing a forgotten line.

She shuts her eyes
and the world dissapears,
A wounded eye opens,
to corrosive lovely fears.

Her mind begins to wonder
as the smoke rises in the air,
A single step too far
and they all begin to care.

A breath cut short
as the memory slips away,
Solitude in silence
is her lesson for today.

A smile now forgotten
As the stars they realign,
Angel, dark angel
Her hell is now mine.
Form: Rhyme

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