"rebounds" poems
Pimple popping
Lathered deodorant
Awkward tampons
Hair in unwanted places
Drunken nights
Failed hangover cures
Flunked classes
Broken hearts
First kisses and first times
Rebounds
Hookups
Hickeys
Rushes of frustration
These are all
unglamorous occasions
Of a not so florescent
Adolescence
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
The storms are pounding
Destruction is rampant
No end seems in sight.
The day is endless
The night never ending
Will it ever, ever be right?
Lightning crashes
Winds are swirling
Torrents of water fall down.
The earth is shaking
The shelter is breaking
Thunderous sound resound.
Above the storm
the Calm prevails
Overlooking the turmoil below.
Awaiting the return
of order again
That Peace and Calm bestow.
Then it is over...
No more pounding
Silence, beautiful silence
Comes whispering in the ears.
The Earth becomes firm
The Sun is still shining
It dries up all the tears.
Through the debris
New hopes arise
Covering the scars below.
Growing stronger, stronger
As strength rebounds
Renewed by the seeds we sow.
Repairing the damage
Replacing the lost
Moving forward with or without.
Finding Hope in the future
as Faith reaches upward
Redeeming Love without a doubt.
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When the storms of life
Cause turmoil and strife,
The Son dries all my tears.
When all seemed lost
I counted the cost
Turned over all my fears.
I am surviving.
I am stronger still.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
Sheer passion, laden layers after
dense layers was the lake,deep blue,
His hidden heart was all aflame,
in anticipation of her, his hurricane,
the wildest girl in town, hard to get,
yet he acts placid on the surface
one'd see just gently billowing waves.
The hurricane has never known any
such guile, hiding passion.Her eyes
wide and ***** flashing lightening,
cloudy hair disheveled and flying
she comes heavily down on her passive lover.
rebounds to come back with more force
that'd tell how intense her passion runs,
churning water goes up in a swirl and
dance with her passion,how spectacular
is their union, sky and earth look on
with bated breath, this ebullient **********
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Twilight blue rebounds behind
A great ridge of color
Calling for man
To stand before the night
From a distance
Quiet but restless
The brazen foliage always falls
Darkness follows every time
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Just inches below the ground
but must be behind the sight
sow the seed for a tree in return.
Deepening down the bottom of the sea
nor lying on the ground dropping off the sky
merely dipping into some foots long body
the soul springs a life.
Take it on the run then should the sky
or earth bends giving a flatten lid.
Even then can it prevent
the soul when rebounds with a life indeed?
An inside scoop, a math, never surfaces
neither in sky nor on Earth, a measured deep,
always behind the eyes but life maker indeed.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 8:33 PM UTC
Voluntary abandonment of self
The offering
Surrendered, Often suffered
Daily suppression
Repressed depressions
The stimulating surge for another's light
The refuge and the motivator
Demonstratively strong, innate or acquired
Inner beauty enhanced through struggle
Outer beauty revealed
in the journey of each line and curve
Made better with time
Reemerging
Stepping into confidence
Unapologetic
Wisdom gained, lessons learned
Archived in her cerebrum repository
Self discovery, discernibly aware
With nothing to lose
Bashfulness dismissed
Enlivening pleasures
Guiding and coaxing another to please
Self satisfying if need
An awakened spirit rebounds
An eager voice is found
A woman
Over 40
Blazing anew.
© Tina Thompson
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
I pull up to the stop
Sign and side-blow a little smoke
Out of the window.
Wait for the last burn
Of the cigarette
Then turn to green.
One glance in the mirror
And there’s a young woman
In a Tesla with long brown
Curly hair and bright red lips.
Singing like A Walmart movie star.
**** me now sighs.
We pretend to not play mirror lick.
2 minutes trinkets.
Though I sit up a little straighter
Suddenly self wrongsciouss
And then notice
That my hair is sticking
Up just like a who from whoreville
Ah **** it.
And she lets a smile out on bail
Though I think it’s probably
At the old man waiting to cross
With way too many Christmas bags
of shopping.
And we drive on this endless
Highway of hooks and tumours, one night stands
And one life stands
And pretty moments and heartbreaks and rebounds.
And winning lottery tickets.
And Cuban cigars.
And our hearts call room service
In dive motels.
And then we find someone to laugh with.
and my car is ****
And my hair is going silver
And I hit 40 like an uppercut.
And all of us patch up the cracks
And take the pins out of other peoples voodoo dolls
And dance with what we have.
And do our best to punch above
And throw a trick still.
Like everything was beautiful once
And now even if we fade just into accolades.
We wear a A lucky shirt
A new pair of shoes hung up on the telephone wires
A revenge dress to help undress
The bitterness
A little blue that changes colours
Sometimes
As we drive away
No more a stranger
Than we ever were before.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 8:01 AM UTC
Whenever I look at you
I know what I'm doing
Isn't making it any better
But I still look at you
Almost every day
I try to feed myself
With your willingness
Your "beauty"
Which isn't really your beauty
But just a cheap
Shortened version thereof
A minute long relationship
If I think you're really hot
And it's a sad one
It's a rebound I live
Every day
I keep rebounding with you
But it doesn't seem like
I ever bounce away from her
Sometimes I wish
You were someone real
But then I'd be crying
Even harder
Because I'd be giving more
Of myself away to you
So maybe it's better that
I only see images of you
I cry enough already
And I need a rebound
But rebounds don't work for me
You don't work for me
But I still give myself to you
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
Like a dying tree before of you I stand
Drowning my bitterness in the sea of your eyes
Hoping we would ever reach the land
Where our fears meet their demise
But then again, you are out of reach
And a melody of your hurtful speech
Rebounds around in my heart and soul
Dragging them in an inevitable black hole
In those restless nights I dream of you
I feel your cold grip on my broken skin
As you rip off he warmth within
And your perfume invades me through
I smile like when I admired you in silence
And when you stole my soul with your love intense
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
I cross my legs under the Bodhi tree, sitting
in the sanctity of my well afflicted fortune
I splice the moment’s intermittent air
to drink of the jeweled river cascades
electric plush ~ ripened
to taste like lemonade Nirvana,
puckered up with pleasant chills
flowing through crystalline lattice
works to cleanse my mental palette
with a hint of mint placed on an Other-side
be rest assured the crest rolls atop the tide.
A vacant awareness is aroused from within the
sanctity of my sweet surrender ~
My eyes flutter blissful blinks like flirting butterfly’s
flapping wings resounding good vibrations
across the globe where space rebounds with
positive affirmation of *the little girl with wet eyes,
smiles wide, an outstretched palm placed firmly
in a mother’s hand, how safely she's returned,
perfectly as planned.*
I celebrate this victorious vision inside my skull
with grunting cheer and a third eye sneeze ~
my air fills with a burst of vision mist coating
my recollections piece by piece holistically,
light as a photon beam phasing in for safe landing,
strapped back in my body for leave of meditation.
I rise out from under the Bodhi tree, in my sanctity
of well afflicted fortune and give a thankful bow
for the good outcomes of the day.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Wishing for a safety net.
So many scary memories she hopes she'll forget.
________________________
Daddy's always working - never around.
When mommy's here: Shh! She dare not make an unpermitted sound.
All too often she wakes with a start.
BANG! "AH!" Like a defibrillator shocking her heart.
Bedroom door rebounds off the wall.
Under the covers she tries to crawl.
*I mustn't move. Have to keep still.
Please leave. Please leave.* She prays that she will.
"Where's Mommys' girl? Hmm? My little star?"
The sheets are slowly withdrawn.
"There you are!"
That tone of voice makes her wish that she was never born.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
I lay here between cold sheets
Wide awake in dark room
While you are drowned in sleep
I can only envision your face
Saying your name on repeat
Broke as a broken record playing
Yearning for your arms to encompass
Like an addict on rebounds
A question with all wrong answers
Psychedelic story I lived you
Held too close to let you go
You are saturated in my bones
Your thoughts invading my mind
Razor sharp words ripping me apart
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:04 PM UTC
The heart shaped bottom at the base of your spine.
Between your back but before your thighs.
Complimenting your waistline below your rear dimples.
Pale and plump, sits your perfect ****
Plenty to share around.
A beautiful sound emits when my hand rebounds.
A handful of ***** feminine magic.
A sea of flesh so full like the Adriatic.
Carnal lust so tragic.
Call it my ***** infatuation,
I can't get past the passing sensation,
When my firm hand meets your cheeks,
I know that you wont be able to sit for weeks.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
I watch you when you go to gaze at stars
Twinkling, sparkling, all so very far
Away from me, away from you, from us
Away from all their shallow prejudice.
They call you names, they speak of vanity
"You don't mind" and in moonlight I see
Your true friends support you from above
They share with you the traces of their love.
You say they speak, they tell you tales of life
Each one, alone, has learned in times of strife
That in the darkness, brightest light is found.
And despite the distance, light rebounds.
And as you beam a smile back, I see
Another star amidst the astral sea.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Snows of Winter, heat of Summer,
Two times, two worlds.
The Twins, they dance.
Winter King, in darkness reigns,
Death and darkness, ice and cold.
A crown of thorns upon his head,
Clothed in shadows, hidden light.
Magic dark and waning sun.
Tettens, Woden, Hermes stalks,
From the Castle of Weeping comes.
Summer King in brightness reigns,
Life, rebirth, light, and heat.
Winged crown, light rebounds,
Clothed in fire, born in light.
The sun it rises, warms the land.
A Child is born to warm our hearts.
Lucet, Lucifer, Morning Star,
Riding forth on wings of the morning.
The Twins, they dance,
The passing year.
Light, then dark, then light again.
Two Kings reign, both to die,
Two grooms for oh blessed Night.
Life and Death, Light and Dark,
Ever changing, ever the same.
Snows of Winter melt and thaw.
Heat of Summer takes their place.
Out of darkness shines the brightest light.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
Easter Monday (2015)
The silence
It was the silence
As we entered the gates of hell.
Then…
The bird song,
It was the bird song
That chorused our way
To the well
Of tears at the wall
Of many tongues
That speak to the silence still,
Of the voices that cried
For the people who died
The void only time will fill.
The sun
It was the sun
Shining on the wooden cross.
And…
The sky
It was the sky
So blue, and flecked with the floss
Of clouds so white
So pure in light
That the wall of the well of tears
Transfigured the sin
We heap on Him
Whose loss for many
Is the only way
To feel the void time fills.
The woodpecker drummed a beat
On the trunks
Of the trees so parallel still.
A whisper of wind
That rebounds the sound
Of innumerable roll calls
Of the thousands who now
Lie deep in the cradles of mounds
Stone faced, inscribed Toten
With the number interred within
Verboten… now
But why not then?
In that world of men
And women, when humanity’s meaning
Was turned on end.
And a godless creed
That shadowed the world with grief
Which now for many,
Is beyond belief.
The stillness
It was the stillness
That gave silence the space to breathe,
To remember the times, the godless times
That now are so hard to believe.
But silence and stillness envelope the House
A silent place to be
To hear the past that shows the present
The prayers for a future that sees
What could be,
What can be
But will we
Learn, the history from then to now
To forge that future for future’s sake
And answer the question…
How?
David Applin
… late afternoon and evening of Easter Monday 6th April 2015 following a visit to Bergen-Belsen earlier in the day, completed 7th-9th April.
15th April 2015 … 70 years after the liberation of Bergen-Belsen by the British Army.
David Applin (Copyright 2015)
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
As surely as the sun will rise beyond your demise
As surely as the rain will quench and carve in time
As surely as the space you take on the Earth remains
Death will come
Every thing at once
Black and wrapping
As surely as
The certainty of pulse
Come to life
Frozen, ignite
You can hear this voice
You can catch your voice
Before the sound rebounds away
May the pain that's left you void
Cut to your marrow just to show
You're alive to feel the bone break
Death levels but never takes
What wounds surely regenerate
As surely as
The certainty of pulse
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Truth is the trigger, and it's scent of the pure gun powder.
Guns hired, shots fired, crossed fired, everything hey wired.
Rippling of bullets, Trail of ****** rounds, Tracer rounds, all rebounds.
Faltering skies, Blistering eyes, all those lies, bullets fly!
Like sharp blade, taking turns to trade, those bullets raid.
Smoke in the barrel, those sweet gun carol, music of bangs vector zero.
reigning bullets, covered in red, shots on the head.
Spinning around, dazed and confused, all but train wrecks.
Street lights blur, speaking in slur, losing mind without a cure.
Love with the gun, all came close to none, and ready for the fun.
Squeeze to aim true, and everything blew, all those bullets flew.
Purity in those bullets, truth in the trigger, faith in the gun.
Those bullets in the dark, lighten by the spark, stray bullets embark.
Dripping of red, streaks of red, all those people dead.
Judge not the bullet, not the gun, but the man pulling the trigger!
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
When all around are swords I cannot weep
Some Latin junk rebounds within my skull
Azure in day so bright until night falls
A slice of sky descends into the deep
And for what faith is left that humans keep?
Mercy divine cannot these questions lull
One stroke of blood henceforth sharp wits are dulled
Through knives alone no peace can e’er we reap
Still we must travel on without the light
And solace find with those ***** just as blind
Murders of crows may flock around us too
The wind from them lifting us up to flight
Between the ground and air we’ll move quite fine
We drop the weight of texts; I soar with you
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Blah Blah Blah
Everyone wants to be great
Great at this
And great at that
What a bunch of
Mind control garbage
I just want to be average
At everything
Lol
Some quote
"Greatness Comes At A Price"
Yes
The price
Is exhaustion
From forcing
Above his bed
He had finally made it
To the NBA
There's no more
levels after that he says
Wrong!
There's always
More levels
And levels upon
Levels
First make it
To the NBA
Then you have to be
The best player
Score the most points
Get the most rebounds
Who cares??
Athletes are athletes
They get paid a bunch
Of money
For playing a game
And at my gym
It says on the wall
"Conquer your goals"
Goals are attained
Not conquered
It's a natural process
Life
A cyclical cycle
I'm just content
To wander around
Reading
No goals or career
Eating Cheerios at 12 p.m.
Lol who cares
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Rage is endless sometimes relentless and senseless. Rage in some sense is without essence or presence. Let’s assume rage confides and hides!
It lies abundant and dormant. Its silence consumes like violence! Some rage is just another caged page. Some an outrage that bails, hails and prevails. This is what I propose I suppose! Don’t allow it too boil or soil. Don’t follow, it’s hollow and shallow. It’s corrupt! Found profound as it rebounds and erupts! It’s bigger bound to trigger! Embrace this negative trace with inner-grace. With a grin, win this
race within positive face...
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
(Monday's child is fair of face.)
A beam of sunlight hits my eyes,
I wake to the sound of a bird,
The chirping travels through the beam,
And echoes to all my senses,
I'm alive once again on this tender Monday morn.
I cross across the marble floor to where the day awaits,
And see the children laughing at the foot of the garden,
The sound resounds, rebounds from the marble ground,
And makes its way through my nerves,
I'm alive once again in this gentle Monday dawn.
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon,
Leaves the week too soon,
Day of the moon.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:22 AM UTC
I read you quickly
Like little wavelets,
Fidgets, and rebounds
I should have read you slowly;
Patient and poignant
As the shoreline doth prolong
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
What hath I done to earn such disdain?
Thust'ly I'd treated thee with an utmost courtesy,
And yet,
I'd call this breath of redundant utterances,
A practice of utter futility.
The breadth of my wonderment at the crushing silence graced upon my disbelieving ears,
I stand fast as the imperceptible stones are cast upon my fragile soundings,
Your callousness resounds and rebounds within my vacant battleground.
Occupied by none other,
Confined within my ceaseless, if imperfect, selflessness,
I am merely a soul.
Cast upon, or down'pon the mercifully unforgiving earth.
Borne brazenly to those who are willing to listen,
At the risk of those who won't.
Thrust'd herein I lye,
Gazing 'pon the relentless, endless skies.
I am merely a man,
Searching for a home.
I am merely the mind within which I reside,
I am,
Merely,
Who I am.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 10:06 PM UTC
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
And at times from the fortress across the bay
The alarum of drums swept past,
Or a bugle blast
From the camp on the shore.
Then far away to the south uprose
A little feather of snow-white smoke,
And we knew that the iron ship of our foes
Was steadily steering its course
To try the force
Of our ribs of oak.
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the floating fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the terrible death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
We are not idle, but send her straight
Defiance back in a full broadside!
As hail rebounds from a roof of slate,
Rebounds our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster’s hide.
“Strike your flag!” the rebel cries,
In his arrogant old plantation strain.
“Never!” our gallant Morris replies;
“It is better to sink than to yield!”
And the whole air pealed
With the cheers of our men.
Then, like a kraken huge and black,
She crushed our ribs in her iron grasp!
Down went the Cumberland all a wrack,
With a sudden shudder of death,
And the cannon’s breath
For her dying gasp.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
Still floated our flag at the mainmast head.
Lord, how beautiful was Thy day!
Every waft of the air
Was a whisper of prayer,
Or a dirge for the dead.
** brave hearts that went down in the seas
Ye are at peace in the troubled stream;
** brave land! with hearts like these,
Thy flag, that is rent in twain,
Shall be one again,
And without a seam!
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