Short Returned Poems
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A thousand kisses never touched
A million touches never felt
Endless feelings never returned
Three words never said
I pared the spirit from her
buried it in a drift of snow
curious, I returned in spring
to see a patch of flowers glowing.
twilight’s last gleaming
endowment is returned at
the dawn’s early light
Lycia Harding
United States of America
Unrequited love
Love not returned the same way
My intensity
Not felt by your tender heart
Love is something you don’t know
Clara Oswald Who
The Doctor's secret wife—who knew?
Returned from September's honeymoon
By way of last year's month of June
glint in your eyes stars ashamed
glittered my soul soon alarmed
gone like a breeze sweat returned
gory dreams savoured alone
Form:
Embracing my illusion,
reality slipped away
as truth returned uncensored
—all memory out to play
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
A spaced-out moment playing calculator games
in our calculus class, returned to infancy
within the boredom of checking homework
free the rivers course
influence pulls to and fro
forever knowing
shore returned to destruction
anew the cycle begins
His wry epitaphs
gave us many laughs
Now Milt has returned
heaven's court, adjourned
~ R.I.P. Xmas, 2022 ~
May we be blessed to live in a world
Where everyone has learned…
We are created to give more love
than can ever be returned
Piero della Francesca
painter of thr Quattro centra
long neglected but still so serene
'til "Downron' returned him to our screen
he was a lost boy
back filled with wheals and scars
his escape rapid
horrible father
low wishy-washy mother
he never returned
On our lawn I stand
Admiring three Islands
Perennials returned
Your harsh words they've outgrown
How would YOUR garden grow?
*
winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts
in noise
Ekphrasis inspired by The Rooks have returned by Sarasov
It returned at night,
with fangs out and mouth open.
A fierce need to feed,
camoflauged by a tame face.
Mind every empty mirror.
Crossing the London Bridge by trike,
I observed a head upon a pike.
So, I politely doffed my cap
and returned home to take my nap.
over there I was
13000 miles from home
then began to feel
a belonging yet returned
13000 miles from home.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Unbridled Childhood Love grows
Like a Rose Bud, in the Garden Of Youth
Was it I, who stole a kiss
And returned it to You forever
I have no sense of dread
The veil has lifted
Sorrow is gone
My heart teems with life anew
The sun has returned
And daisies bloom again
Died in its bottle
Took in all that it could
For weeks
Months maybe
Drooping and dark
Once bright and beautiful
Returned to its roots
Form:
Mark shot his arrow on Saturday
It never returned, just sped away
It took a wrong turn –
turbo afterburn
Maybe it will be back on Friday
No living witness to The Truth
None has died, returned to testify.
Each his day, back to the root
Tombstone a memory beneath which to sigh.
Creeping warm and green
when the sun returned golden,
spring sang in meadows.
Blooming mountains, bumblebees-
all danced to loved melodies.
the gift of flower
baskets Mother remembers
giving to neighbors
and nature's present to me
swallows have returned this day