Tracing Poems

Tracing or erazing'

The lines of life become etched on each face, if age advances..Until we depart this place.' There are struggles
And some joy.' Some ask for more' Some are happy with
Less.' Then there are the evil (lovers of hate and war ) all
In one place, the world we know.. I have witnessed enough
Lord I know the way

tracing journey of a fly

a bubble eyed fly
walks down the arm of my chair
i trace his footprints

Tracing Paper

Trace my wrist there's something there 
It has no strings but I don't care 
I just want to feel your touch
Along the neck, trace overmuch 

Try to trace me out a song
Of many parts, that's very long
Practice often now, the aim
Is one day when you trace your name 

I wander through the labyrinth of time, tracing the steps of forgotten dreams

I wander through the labyrinth of time, tracing the steps of forgotten dreams,
The air heavy with the scent of longing, each breath a memento of what once was,
A symphony of sighs, a melody of melancholy, whispering secrets to the night.
Beneath the silver gaze of a weary moon, I see the specters of aspirations,
Their forms elusive,

Tracing Angels

Somewhere within the misty shroud of heaven
A finger, traces angels, in the air
Wondering if they are truly present
Why they whisper dreams no one can hear

Soft tingle of a touch, a gentle “psst”
As testy as a lone mosquito’s buzz
Torturing the calm of dreamless sleep
When asked “why me” the answer is “because”

So, sleep in fitful murmurings, and

Tracing the Moments

I surface with the morning rain,
a night blindness
opens its windows one by one.

No work to go to
so I write
casting shadows upon a caged sky.

Words appear beneath
a curled tongue.
I draw a sketch of black bones
and white spaces
arrange a runic code
into a stuttering speech.

A percolating coffee pot
sounds its reality alarm,
but it is far away
and I can hardly

Scenes From Home

** SCENES FROM HOME **

The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid 
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing

The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath

Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her 
Tresses and turquoise skirt flying

Tracing Thoughts

Trace not your thought’s within the past,
not tasting what is forever gone,
wasting the mind from looking forward,
pleasing no one in the present,
wrong is gone and you must go on,
Leaving perfection to the perfect,
time will never catch up to you,
but it will waste away through you,
each moment is missed by dreaming,
take the real and give it

Tracing Lust

From the moment my fingers traced my skin
Til the second I moaned,
It was your face on my mind

For 'Be Mine' Contest by Regina McIntosh

Tracing Paper

i had some vague dream
 god gave me a blank canvas
        to reshape my life 
    but after many attempts 
   one pattern kept emerging 


Bite Size Poem no.9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier 
Syllable counter ps 5/7/5/7/7
24/6/2021

Contact Tracing

C-ontact tracing is fully
R-ealized, made, and done; 
A-trocious ailment of lungs
I-s just over and
G-one.

M-ask in a fighter's face
I-s awesome and amazing; 
Z-one of contagion is
E-rased by contact tracing.

Topic: Birthday of poet Craig Mize (June 17)

Tracing Our Thoughts

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Tracing My Thoughts

Trace these thought’s and find them
Creating our memories sublime
Let your mind wander 
Searching through it to find mine

Place your tender lips upon these
Let our tongues meet in heaven
Tasting the richness of our souls
Let there be no other question

This Love shall never Decay

Contest: Writing Challenge - Decay
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Date Created: 09/21/2020

Tracing the Butterfly Trail-Constanza

As winter winds pass harshly by,
from chilled room the slate sky I see,
long for the time when I’ll be free.

I wish the dark days bid goodbye,
scent of spring in breeze starts to flow,
as the dawn sky begins to glow.

When silk clouds will spread wings to fly
on my meadow in sunrise glare,
I’ll know love is in

Tracing Taunted Tune

felon fate fostered
feigning flimsy clusters
voluptuous verge drown
cremating callous clown
dark dribbles birthed
hampered hankerings hoisted

moaning mists raved
foiling rusty rage
wanky will wailed

meagre moans masticated
voluptuous vying hibernated
bruised bugs perfected

porous pulses oozed
tracing taunted tune.
      '20:04:29:19:15

Note: Of voluptuous verge.

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