Short Taken Aback Poems
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No chance.
There is no person like me in the world.
This is the way i am.
I excel.
I like to give
I am religious
Taken aback
Raised in modesty
Happy to bring
Happy to fly
I once heard a knock at my door
And there was a crow repeating "No more"
I was so taken aback
I hit him with a rack
And sent him crashing right on the floor!
September,3,2014
i have a particular set of skills
popping words like pills
Trying to beautify pain
that slowly kills
suspect myself
when innocent
I will look
I will find me
and i will kill me
eventually
Does money buy happiness? Tough nut to crack.
When people are asked this, they’re taken aback.
But there's one thing I know
as I analyze dough:
unhappiness rises when moolah we lack.
Taken aback by a moment in time
His full lips pressed against mine
Over and over, drenched in ecstacy
My way was his way
and that made it easy
Say what you will, this trip is to tease me
Adrienne L. Gresham
A fellow strode right up to me
tightened his belt and set his jaw
proclaimed his fame gesticulatedly
Taken aback, I mentioned that fame is fleeting
while those who toil in obscurity
~ do so until eternity
My brain bawled
like a hound.
I was taken aback,
by the sound.
I took another bite,
as they swept past me;
like a 90's reel,
all my memories.
Years of forethought;
my assiduous labour made sense.
I finally felt that day,
the taste of sundae.
Normally it is I who astounds
But this time around
It is I taken aback by the grace that abounds
From her crown to the very ground
The radiance was so bright
If she was in my life
3 words no more nights
Awe shucks
I think I'm awestruck
J ust as I started to fall for you
A nother entered my life.
N o, I was not expecting it to happen there
U nder the Oak where we first met.
A nyone would have been taken aback
R eminiscences of our young love
Y et are you there...in her eyes.
Born 1/8
Written: 8/9/15
Sometimes, people catch me staring
Daring
Sometimes, I'm caring
Often, I'm scaring them.
When I was young, looking out a window
I asked my mum why people looked at me so
She looked at me, taken aback
Sarah, she said, it's because you're looking back!
I guess I just like to look.
Form:
Taken aback by her glow
My heart surges with love
I watch her sleep throughout the night
Yearning for her to wake at suns first light
With pride I watch her play and explore
Throughout the day, learning more and more
I am filled with everlasting love
My daughter
Yes, she is the one
The magic in the sky,
Is a reflection of your eyes.
As I see them,
I see the glance of an epitome of love.
I plead with you to conquer my heart in your conquest.
Such treasure is a desirable venture.
My heart is taken aback,
Hopefully I shall not sew my little pocket back,
To keep my heart away and close to you...
A cloud from the sky
plopped down on my knee
Said, ‘Do you realize
all my rain is for free’
Not only that
for the cloud was not done
asking, ‘Are you aware
I shield folks from the sun’
Taken aback, I kept my mouth shut ~
relaxing under a shady chestnut
Longing to look into your eyes
Outcasted by those who do not believe
Vunerable to your words
Enlighten by your wit and charm
Lost in thoughts of you
On top in the world with joy
Vastly taken aback by your smile
Exceeding all expectations
Lured by your golden hair
Once upon a time
Voluntarily welcoming your every move
Ever lasting light.
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Hit me like a back-handed slap
when off-guard, unprepared and vulnerable.
I could not see it coming!
Lover's sweet words, once honeyed and kind,
now sharp and cruel as thorns, piercing unrelenting,
hacking into the quick, where you know it hurts.
Leaving me shattered, splattered,
stunned and dumped off-track.
I was taken aback, and shafted
by the attack.
Depiction of the green surface
I see the diamonds
However, taken aback by the stench of death.
I am living today, so death does not succumb the stupidity of horror
In our world.
Why? Can we not see life.
A raining shower
A chord in E major
Strumming to the rain of the umbrella
A large mansion, all alone
I create a friend.
Instead of the stench
A living hero.
Should I allow my mind to rove
I may be taken aback somehow
remembering forbidden love
induced by guilt I so feel now
reflecting back on cotton threads
tossing neath the weight of skin
sweat pouring from the brow
absorbed in heaven we in sin
remembering the night of you
cherished no strings that bind
we belonged to us alone
a secluded world left behind
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Shocked, taken aback,
I was stood up by my standbys
ever reliable phonies who stood by
and watched. My dear friends quaked
and spluttered excuses from stand-by mode.
How quickly the folksy flock dispersed
to vultures, hanging, waiting
in stand-by queues, for me to fail, so can step in.
Chameleon onlookers standing by.
Well "Stand By, Folks"
"I'll be back, right with you".
catching a glimpse
of myself
in the mirror
scares me
a furtive look
i'm taken aback
at what i see
the marks of contempt
hostility and disgust
etched deep in my face
i stop and gasp
desperately try to stretch
the ugliness out of my face
back into somewhat of a
semblance of my real self
in total disbelief
of the effect you have on me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Barking; I harken
Almost darken
Need to be free
Underneath the tree
I wonder what ye will find
As I dig within the tree
I fill my stomach with pebbles
Unfazed and bewildered
The smells make me shiver
Sounds unbeknownst to me
I hither and wither
Taken aback
My owner retracts
I make my attack
I harken and say to thee
We will meet underneath the tree.
One step, two steps,
And you're taken aback.
Three steps, four steps,
And you're boarding the deck.
Five ticks of the clock, then six,
You realize time isn't infinite.
Seven ticks, eight ticks,
You do, you laugh, you cry and regret.
Nine booms, heartbeats, they are synced.
I can hear what you want to say.
Ten days, ten months, ten years,
However long, we'll finally let go.
So a feint hope seeps through,
Though she won't wait.
And I am taken aback.
Sit, watching the entrancing eyes
Reflect an odd transcient light.
Well now I slowly grow
Feel gradually more old.
Quiet musings, once ventured
I cannot reclaim.
So I look down upon skin.
Let desire becomes licit.
Let avarice reach out.
Consume, enjoy.
All in unseemly yearning.
We are all awful and I'm complicit.
To those who sit, anonymously making choices,
behind the soupy site
My gratitude, feel honoured to be chosen best new poet for two weeks and also POTD,
inspired, so more poems I will write
At age seventy seven, told that I am old, my reply, "if I think that way I will be"
some are taken aback
This honour bestowed upon me, I now know, gotta long way to go,
before I regard myself, as an uninspired hack
Silk flaxen braids
The sapphire pools of enchantment
The bottomless look of mystery
And she twirls
Her hair lax in airstreams
A glimpse beyond that caving fringe
A curl at her cherry’s end
My eyebrows taken aback
O am I blessed to be seen!
By the beauty in the breeze
Now does she stride,
To where I stall!?
But-
She strolls past
Like the blind in a mist
Of whom she is
Corrected by Corrine,
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She chapped my door
Said she was a whore
She was in the area
Offering discounts and more
I was a bit taken aback
Usually it was double glazing, broadband and that
Or Jehovah's witnesses
Into the night
She even took cards
Explained the APR
Extras and all
S&M on a Saturday night
Would I like a call
I must admit
Impressed I was
She was a woman with a cause
Sadly, the good lady screamed
Who’s at the door
I told her a whore
Bloody Jehovah's she swore