Best Reanimate Poems
The allure of mused poems,
No longer visits this nonchalant psyche.
It trickles now, once a roaring torrent
Now a lazy stream
Am like a desultory jaded heaven
Where starry jewels once decked the night,
But are now drossy shadowy blackholes,
And sparks and dreams,
Are ripped in the accretion disc.
No longer avid, but seeking meaning in the mundane.
No longer enraptured by the she said, he said,
And all that jazz, no iota of care; for trifling muses,
Their short goodbyes or critique, no not one,
Their infighting and bad blood, no longer,
No nuts to crack, nor rain to flush, no iota of care.
It was never about who is better,
Neither has it been nor will it ever be,
About any Magnum Opus.
Like doors closing and skies descending,
Each visiting muse devoid of ardor,
Oblivious to the yawning dawn,
Or the scent of sprouting posies.
Jaded, without allure or sheen
And devoid of all its lustre.
Maybe one day soon a spark will reignite
And reanimate this frenetic mused madness
But until then...
I remain adrift in this sea of trivialities,
Worrying about trifling stuff
Like ad blockers and AI opinions
And irked...
By their emasculating knowledge
Poem Of The Week(POTW) -9/15/2024 To 9/21/2024
Categories:
reanimate, muse, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Hope
A frail boat our life is in the middle
Of a tempestuous ocean,
An exotic blooming flower,
In an ever-burning desert,
A fruit-bearing tree, rooted,
At the heart of solid rock,
A delicate existence, surviving,
At the top of the Antarctic,
That is why constantly we are searching for:
A calm friendly harbor of understanding
To anchor,
Some precious drops of vivifying water
To quench our thirst,
A few priceless pounds of soil
To plant our hungry roots,
A sparkle of life-giving fire
To reanimate our frozen body,
And surprisingly,
We discover all these treasures
Hidden, in the depths of our indomitable soul,
In the form of ever-living Hope!
© Demetrios Trifaitis
30 November 2012
Categories:
reanimate, hope,
Form:
Epigram
STAYING ALIVE
Awake!
Mixed feelings
The morning sensation
All fears expectation
Still in place
Bold reluctance
By responsibility replaced
Leech and drive on!
Reanimate!
Rejuvenate!
Staying alive!
Categories:
reanimate, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Poem Title: Marriage
She’s my bride
My new beginning
Marriage so passionate
So deep in depth
So beautiful
A mystery misunderstood
A relation of commitment
A companionship
Headship over my bride
Even as Christ
There going to be many times we may agree
There going to be times that’s going to be hard
For you and me
Marriage the state of being in love
Affection due to her
Love should apply to every marriage
A crown that’s on everyday
A commitment that should be enforced everyday
A companion youth to old
Friendship and love
My help My counterpart My copy
There until the job finished
A strong supportive bond between you&me
During lower levels of stress
To bring the greater good
Being alike
Securing the obligation
“Honesty”
Not depriving one another property by dishonesty
When we deny one another property by dishonesty
We are cheating food for the relationship
Render to portray something the devil cannot take
Something he cannot recreate neither reanimate
Remember the vows
Remember when we use to argue for the
stupidest reasons
Marriage is a work in progress
God joined us together we going stick together
Like electro magnets
Putting in the missing fragments
To put our marriage together
Striving to be together
Two Birds of a feather
Keeping track of one another like a tether
Marriage is a spiritual representation to make us
“Holy”
Beyond the human view
A divine picture between Christ and you
Marriage is something you should get into
“Marriage is a contract between 2 people male and female doing what it takes to make the union work until death due them apart”
Martellis Thurmand
Categories:
reanimate, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Romanticism
Into my mind, a muse is wont to slip.
Capriciously she comes to visit me.
She brings exotic wine that I might sip.
I then reanimate with poetry.
She glides on tiny noiseless slippered feet
to catch me unaware by night or day,
and swiftly I imbibe her liquid sweet,
for never do I know how long she’ll stay!
Too well I know before I’ve had my fill,
the drink shall be withdrawn. She’ll leave my head,
and when she’s fled, my brain grows cold and still.
I clutch the verses left me in her stead.
Forevermore, I pray, may I be graced
by her who bears the wine I long to taste.
Categories:
reanimate, me, wine,
Form:
Sonnet
It was late summer night
In a valley near Darmstadt
Riding his horse our brave knight
Heading home from an other fight
Rich of glory though in need for a mite
He noticed a strange twinkling light
He wondered what was that
He walked to it
there was a girl in the site
Like an angel dressed in white
In ropes she was so tight
By an evil man on her right
He was reciting a devilish rite
To the devil of hate
That he was trying to reanimate
In no time evil man was out of sight
Our knight pulled his sword out
Show your face, he shout
To the girl he went straight
Saying to her it is alright
My name is Ekkehardt
And what is yours? She said Margrit
Who or what was that devil kite
She said hi is my cousin Hackett
And he wanted me under his fiat
I'm the daughter of Lord Amet
The head of the music lovers institute
Her voice suddenly bate
Hackett behind them to bite
But Ekkehardt stood up for Hackett
Saying hey you naught
Be away from Lady Margrit
The knight's sword became so bright
Fired lightning which hit Hackett
And evil turned tail filled with fright
Ekkehardt saved Lady Margrit
And she became his sweetheart
And he was her soulmate
Everything got back to be quite
In the valley near Darmstadt
A German tale I tried to narrate
But wait
Still not that quiet
Hear evil sound coming from that height
To be continued..........
Categories:
reanimate, courage, hero, inspiration, love,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Dark echoes of the past reverberate
In Mississippi voices filled with hate.
This morning nooses hanging from a tree
Remind us all of lynching history.
Some people claim great progress has been made
And racist attitudes, in time, will fade;
If this is true then why do people try
To resurrect the Old South's battle cry?
To say Jeff Davis was a patriot
Is simply vile and apoplectic rot.
He was a traitor to his very core
In spite of false heroic Southern lore.
The South was built upon the backs of slaves
Who found no freedom 'til they found their graves,
And those who try to sanitize this truth
Reanimate the hate of John Wilkes Booth.
Categories:
reanimate, america, black african american,
Form:
Quatrain
Touch me
reanimate me
bring back
the memory of you
I hardly
ever remember you
the pain
of you
floating in
some remote
current of
my blood
I carry
the pain
of you
passing over
like a sea
that refuses
to give up
it's dead
I often grope
around me
trying on
your embrace
but I feel
no love
where you
once touched
I wish for
your hands
stroking my
physical aches
I search
for your
soul less sun
in restless sky
I remember
your face
like a flower
newly opened
resurrect me again
bring back
the night
of that day
when moments
were centuries
now an abyss
since you died
Categories:
reanimate, death, grief, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Tis a hallowed place...
This cobbled maze of alleyways
Which bond these rat infested streets
Yet, gas lamps lit, stand betwixt the corners
And lone Bobbies patrol beneath their feet
London,
A littering city of homeless ashes
Falls shameful underneath the moon’s pathetic light
The darkness is the seductress... soon to be accomplice
As the hooligans, once again reanimate in mist of twilight
Scruff tooth kings of domains, self proclaimed
The dagger and a pocket flask, two most closely guarded friends
And in the dank corner pitch kingdom, we anticipate
From a realm dubbed “The London Dead End”
Lush stumblers...
Streetwalkers or simply naïve
Entry here, our law says you must pay the toll
Or pay the piper before you leave
I partake of liquid courage
And then I set my blade
To foot falls around corners this way come…
Among this lonely blackened place...
This maze…
Of streets and alleyways…
Paved over each eve with lost shadows
Never again... to witness a morning sun
Categories:
reanimate, angst, death, depression, history,
Form:
Free verse
As the spirit of Lazarus, I animate. Reanimate, from a bizarre slumber to a palpitate night air. Gulf winds intrusively herding heavy clouds like spirit cattle, bearing arcane riders of esoteric threat. Even the paunchy feline whom lays upon my window sill like a tapestry, raises his head in diagnostic concern. Search the meager commorancy. Search the garden. Search the street. Search the air I breathe. Search the sky. Question the felines. Interrogate my own consciousness like a paranoid constable, inquiring of a delict event to come, or that hath already come. No evidence. Only my own spent cigarette that nursed my uneasiness and succored this dark morning probe of delirium and aberration. And now, with one final breath, cessation. Quiescence.
Categories:
reanimate, angst, anxiety, fear, mental
Form:
Free verse
If I could comprehend the constant rhythm
slow breath
as if in one first soft impress
the indefatigable resolution
I embodied a warming tide
habitant in a miracle
extant of a souls immortal
upon these initiatory eyes
Such is the memory perpetual
of first days creation gave
with all the testaments of annunciation
lay tiny feet on tiny birth
and tiny hands upon mother earth
in celestial dust reanimate
I recalled of how this identification was
a ceremony of the template
Ritualistic Observance to Function
Vagabond I become now
wastrel nourished on glycerin lies
with intimidations ragged voodoo doll
in those weary eyes
acid blood a burning
on the gallows fear
and every wish a vitriol
denies I was ever here
Have I seen too much
enough celluloid to make it clear
molding the unseen plaster-cast
containing all the fractures of my life
a tiny phantom of some last laugh
a tiny instrument of the dirt
societies tourniquet overwhelms
sophisticated in its sense of scorn
A natural trait to destroy ourselves
is a credo we involuntarily learn
the executed face of death before they were even born
with no excuse but inequitable because
lay tiny feet on tiny birth
and tiny hands upon mother earth
in celestial dust did animate
I recall now how this conception was
a ceremony of the template
Categories:
reanimate, innocence, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
Pause…
This moment
Breath deeply and
Place your pen aside
It has little power left in it
Although you have endeavored
These are not your moments inspiring
But are too transparent in simplicity to record
Where is your racking anger and troubled solace?
You always compose through those eyes filled with sorrow
The meter of your verse will be painted with a dangerous divinity
And a spiritual suggestion as you put blindfolds over our true eyes
Light that flame within us that directs us past fear as a radiant beacon
That astonishes the most naïve in us with an exhilarated spiritual moment
Only you will hear its approach echoing deep within your creative heart
The tides of time will cleanse away obscurity corrupting your mind
The long deceased will reanimate as the verse flows unfettered
Those thoughts are fetal now wait to put pen to paper
While they grow under the blanket of fulfillment
Soon they will all surface and wash ashore
On the eternity of the rising sun
With the storms passing
In the hour of their birth
Let the moment rise
But breathe deep
This moment
Pause…
Categories:
reanimate, imagination, inspirational, introspection, on
Form:
Free verse
Reanimate my soul from deep within,
I feel like one of the undead,
Still walking, moving and breathing
But unfeeling, uncaring, unseeing.
I feel coldness in my veins,
It flies through my bloodstream,
The iciness freezes everything
That ever made me human.
Darkness covers me like a
Heavy blanket suffocating me,
I'm choking on everything yet
Nothing, panic sets in.
I'm fighting to breathe, to
Be allowed the freedom
To do as I choose, I'm
Weighed down by expectations.
I hold my knees to my chest,
Curl into a tight ball and I
Let these crimson tears
Flow from my eyes.
I cry for the pain, for the
Loneliness, the hope I once
Had, for broken promises,
Betrayals and a still-beating heart...
Categories:
reanimate, angst, depression, sad, me,
Form:
Red lights flashing
And my heart defaced
Fighting feelings I can’t describe
Tracing patterns within the rhyme
Out of empathy, out of time
Spiraling down the kitchen sink
Languishing in thoughts abated
Searching for a love
To reignite my spark
Stone faced and hard hearted
I know not from whence I came
Standing in an alleyway
With red lights flashing
Watching the dead reanimate
By a single tear of mine
By a solemn prayer lost in time.
Categories:
reanimate, allegory, allusion, america, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Memory Moments
Held hands
Made plans
Life goal
Be bold
Life run
No pun
People know
Peep show
Year in
Year out
Century in
Century out
Kiss now
Milk that cow
Day
Night
Monstrous
Fright
Full Moon
Silver Spoon
Freeze
Wait
Now
Reanimate
Free
Verse
-or-
Vers
Libre
Never
Perverse
Not
Zebra
Beer
Glass
Broken
Glass
Idiot
Fool
Nasty
Pool
Polite now
Wonder how
President’s dream
Money scheme
Milky way
Bale hay
Shout out
Never pout
Wonder how
Bless now
Star night
Stage fright
Moose fight
Monster fright
Twilight
All right
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
October 5, 2021 (Short-Line Free Verse)
Categories:
reanimate, allegory, allusion, change, destiny,
Form:
Free verse