Visited Poems | Examples

Once Visited by Death

“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.” - Walt Whitman

Once visited by pain, I begged for it
to leave me be, but it enjoyed its stay.
Merciless it was and unrelenting
until one day as in my bed I lay. . .

I’d gone to sleep; my bed became a boat
surrounded by the dreamy blue of sea.
As if by intuition, I took a plunge.
Deep water welcomingly embraced me.

It pulled me to the bosom of its depths,
and I surrendered as it stole my breath.
My pain was vanishing as with relief
I realized that I was tasting death.

Visited the fallen

Called on the fallen
Now buried by the way
I stood in the rain
On a grey, stormy day

Flags hung on the posts
And fluttered in the breeze
I bowed low my head
Then knelt down to my knees

Thought I heard the words
Of stories long gone by
Echoing from hills
That rise to touch the sky

The ghosts of the past
No longer cry in pain
Resting now in peace
Far from where they're slain

I stand in freedom 
Distanced from battle grounds
Family and friends
The gladness knows no bounds

Yet i know for sure
The reason I am free
They gave their lives for
The ultimate decree

Visited the Whitney

Visited the Whitney*
For the Hoppers – what a treat!
A gathering of works with which
Few artists can compete.

Yet in a separate little room
A different treasure lay – 
A film of “Calder’s Circus”
With its figures on display.

For Alexander Calder,
He of mostly-mobiles fame,
Put together, out of wire,
And deserving of acclaim

Every animal and acrobat
That we’d expect to see
At a circus, bringing them to life.
(At least, he did for me.)

With a twinkle in his eye,
He made the dogs and horses prance,
While the trapeze artists flew
And Fanni did her sexy dance.

There’s an elephant and lion
And a strong man and some seals,
Every figure bringing laughter
And how-did-he-do-that squeals.

Though I went to see the Hoppers,
I was thrilled with them, despite
Thinking Calder’s wire circus
Brought to me the most delight.

*The Whitney Museum of Art, Manhattan,
which currently has an Edward Hopper exhibit.

A Talking Bird Visited Me One Day

A mourning dove appeared one day on my window sill
He looked in, aghast, as he saw me taking a vitamin pill
I stopped midway and looked back at him as he cooed in protest
“You can leave right now” I said, “you dirty bird you’re not an invited guest.”

He cocked his head and stared some more looking panicked and frayed
“It is a pill” I urged “it’s none of  your affair, please fly your self away!”
He waddled and turned his tail toward me and looked over his slight shoulder
“It’s a pill to you but to me it looks quite more like a boulder!”

“Wait”, I said, “you can talk? This is unusual for a bird!”
“No it’s not” he said to me and I know what I heard
He turned to me again to opine my healthy pill
“It’s not a thing you should do, as you have God’s free will!”

So strange my dream was that night I dare not take more pills.  
For I do not wish to speak to birds upon my window sills.

Jesus Visited Me

Jesus came and he visited me
He wanted to see my Christmas tree
But it was only Spring
The doorbell didn't ring
Though I did give him a smile with glee

He had jiggled the door handle
'told him he'd have to remove his sandles
He walked in the room
Where I hastily broomed
I offered him tea as a gamble

This limerick makes no gosh-darn sense
Did Jesus come for me to pay rent
I found my fake green tree
Then hurried off to pee
What message did the blessed lord sent

When Momma Visited

I would say                        she was a ghost
It was past midnight           on that chilly night
When Momma appeared      at the foot of my bed
Clad in a robe,                    sheer satiny white
Fluttering in the breeze       where there was none
Her lips moving,                 I understood every word
Though nothing audible       in the room was heard
She said she was happy      where she was
She would not come back    even if she could.

written October 14, 2021
especially for "Ghost Lace" poetry contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke

It Visited Me At Last

It visited me at last,
The one which I loath to call on,
Even for my worst enemy,
Like a plantain stem fallen on its sword on bed.
Trembling,shivering,
Unable to walk,
unable to sit,
unable to think,
Unable to breath,
Oh! the tip of my tiny hair follicles,
crying song of pain,
sure, I will come back strong,
But can't vanish without a note,
Goodnight PS,
At least for a fortnight.

I Often Visited

I often visited my grandparents when I was a child
then whispers of Grampa's death left me upset
Gran struggles with the garden, overgrown and wild
unkempt flowers and ferns won’t win a prize rosette!

I stay at Gran’s house during the long school holidays
we often sit outside on the porch until late at night
Jasper, the old collie dog, basks in warm sunlight rays
which stream through the glass roof, bringing us such delight

I help Gran clean the window panes in the front door 
and dust the ornate staircase that leads to my room
then I pick pretty flowers with the sweet scents I adore
whose fragrance reminds me of Gran’s briar rose perfume

Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Constance La France

07/18/20

Why Have You Visited

An angel came to me last night
As I slept in my bed,
In my dream I asked her, 
"Why have you visited."

She said " I come to offer comfort
I come to ease your pain.
I come to quell the sorrow,
And the grief that you retain."

"Your loved one she is safe
In heaven, there she waits.
In God's good time you'll see her,
When you enter heavens gates."

"The soul, it is eternal
Life is but a stage,
There comes a time for all of us
When the lord, he turns the page."







Entry for
NEW RHYMING POEMS on Angels Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
12/8/18

The Madness of the Mind Re-Visited

Today I wrestled with the beast.
Thought of suicide
And the solitude it would bring.
From a window I watched the snow fall
And I was envious of its simplicity.
How it could make even the ugliest of things look beautiful.
I prayed to the Gods and asked them if they could make this madness that
Raged and burned inside me beautiful too?
I wanted the darkness that fills my soul to shine on it
And to see what would happen.
But the silent screams inside my head deafened me into submission.
And so I turned away.
Broken.
Alone.
Empty.
Tonight I will dream with the angels
And hope the beast spares at least a little flesh when I wake.
I have swallowed enough medication to numb ten elephants,
But the pain still finds a way to kick me in the balls;
To bring me to my knees.
To squeeze the last bit of life out of this wretched, tortured body.
The snowflakes fall a little thicker now,
The madness a little darker.
And I wait,
Silently
For the next wave of despair to wash over me…

Today I Visited a House of Pleasure

I hope my title won’t shock you
For my words are perfectly true
No I wasn’t seeking a roll in  the hay ...
I visited a brothel in ancient Pompeii 

Lupanar  is Latin for brothel
And its translation is wolf den
The ladies were known as 'she wolves' 
Lupa is the word used to describe them

The Lupanare had ten tiny rooms
Each with a small stone bed
It would be covered with a mattress of straw
So the lupa would not hurt her head!

Outside each room was an erotic fresco
The pictures were really quite shocking
For two loaves of bread and some wine
It would pay for the Lupa you’re knocking!

Information from our tour guide Franchesca

09 08 17

When I Visited God

That day when I visited God
He was in far away Heaven
He drove no Toyota or Ford
Neither did he had human in his oven
I called to him, Lord
As if calling my nephew Kelvin

He had a big book-like book on his lap
The number of pages well I wouldn’t know
From his works he must be thirsty and needs a cup
To fetch wine of which he can sip slow
Close to his main chamber is a big tap
Through which holiness flow

He sat on a golden beautiful chair
And pomade himself with a judgement cream
From his rewards to the sudden tear
Judgement is heavier than a beam
As he flipped pages with no love or care,
My eyes opened and saw it was all a dream.

A Mind's Eye Visited Heaven

A mind's eye-
                                - visited heaven 

It lay between two points in time. 
          It's true all things are possible in Him. 
I had never experienced bliss before. 

When he and I finally meet at the precipice of petals, I expect the creator will have choreographed answers to the expected questions. 

Yet stubborn minds inquire-

How much have your hands weaved this melody I call life?

In a chain, how many links would need removed to designate the angels involved? Without these links- would a chain still be seen?

In the end, are we all just talking to the computer of our minds?

Humans I Visited

"I knocked, they opened
 I stayed

Humans I visited
were weak, oblivious 
and stupid to notice the obvious

I ran through their arteries, veins
and brains
I captured and destroyed their defense

I dominated after half of
All I Destroyed Surrendered"

City Lights - Re - Visited

The cold has settled 
  on the city 
from my room I see 
street lamps and the 
headlights of cars
  riding by on the highway
 They are moving, moving
Where to?  
   Some to warm homes
some to lovers 
some to friends
I see the lights on 
  the bridge which spans
the East River
An emblem of man's achievements
  They stand proudly against the cold 
     I am moved to pick up a pen 
   and record the 
sensations I feel 
   when I contemplate 
the asphalt homeland
    Alone in my apartment
I reach out to 
  my fellow city dwellers
Hope they get to their destinations 
   safely 
   It is night time 
and a blanket of darkness
   covers the city 
Tomorrow is another day 
But for now 
   I take joy in the knowledge 
   That there are thousands upon thousands
    Who are contemplating this city 
        along with me

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