Best Reassert Poems
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
Categories:
reassert, light, metaphor, ocean, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Insanity enters my distorted simple mind
To raise funds for charity for some unknown,
Impulsive, heroic, death defying, maligned
Save children or animals or even Sierra Leone
mind can do anything, though body unwilling
Something not to taxing, not energetic
Ruled out running, climbing, and no swimming
Beginning to feel a little pathetic,
Perhaps drive through the Sahara desert
Without knowing my destination no route,
Daft thoughts, my mind I need to reassert
Yes Jump out an airplane with a parachute.
I start training, how to fall to mother Earth
Without those possible leg injuries,
Begin to wonder what my life's worth
Could be my end, heavens inquiries,
Adrenaline flowing as entering airplane,
Over One thousand feet, ready, yet unwilling
No turning back, Am I brave, stupid, insane,
Will this end in sorrow or will it be thrilling,
Time has come I must jump, mind now blank,
I fall out legs kicking, wind rushing by,
Ninety seconds to Earth, a jolt my heart sank,
canopy had opened, I'm not going to die.
( I ripped three ligaments in my right foot
When landing wrong, Doctor advised not
To do this again, though I would love to)
Categories:
reassert, fear, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The Wall
A near three thousand names called out that day;
now fifteen years, they've solemnized the date
so labeled Nine-Eleven, to now stay
within our memories as tragic fate.
But listening to names cannot compare
to heartache stirred by this museum wall.
The magnitude of faces smiling there-
their beating hearts now silent in this hall.
There seems to be no end to photos lined
on panels wrapped around the room; we grasp,
indeed, how many lost their lives- resigned
to shock, as each face comes to life, we gasp.
This Wall of Faces makes the list of names
seem weak in stirring deep emotion's hurt.
Instead of words, each captured smile remains
to let the viewer's horror reassert.
Those mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers too;
small children, grandparents, spouses, and friends-
their sparkling eyes that danced with life in view,
were closed forever with such tragic ends.
This Wall of Faces shares some history
with facts and stories offered on each one,
up close and personal, their lives to see-
so many hopes and dreams became undone.
October 22, 2016
Contest: A Historic Event
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Written, and Posted, October 2016,
for the 15th Anniversary of 9/11, (September 11, 2001)
a dark day in history- after I visited The Wall Of Faces -
9/11 Memorial Museum, NYC
Categories:
reassert, bereavement, sorrow, tribute,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth
A passion to hold all that's seen, since his moment of birth
Is innate desire or thoughts, meant for direction not for girth
I find it ironic when man is compared to fish seen in a tank
To show greed's value, it's the larger fish that have the swank
Where man sees their struggle, in the fight for food and life
He fails to see expectation, the hope of surviving all the strife
Hope for a world at peace, not planning for war to unfold
Our future worth can't be seen in a tank, for it is uncontrolled
The expectancy in living, isn't calculated in the coins of man
You find it, seeing the children playing, riding in your minivan
Expectations may change, in your life's journey, here on earth
lost at times within depression, as sad feelings seek to unearth
Is an expectation of this verse to change minds or to convert
I only task all readers to think, expand this thought and reassert
Conversations, will help all reason, with trauma that's found in life
Giving men hope and an expectation, to survive this world of strife
Categories:
reassert, inspirational, life, world, fish,
Form:
Couplet
pretty please...
wonder not whether
my love for you is
24-karat gold.
it is!
glittering
just like so in my eyes
each time i whisper...
"I love you"
softly into your ear...
foxgloves n o d
and blare their trumpets
and nightingales
sing into the breeze
for they know it to be
so true.
by now,
i must've told you so
a thousand or more times.
do believe my love
wholeheartedly
because....
to question how much
or second-guess it
would be to break
every piece of my heart.
darling,
you needn't ask for verification,
for my fingers write....
"I love you"
with each touch on your skin.
p l u n g e into my eyes!
don't you see...
the crimson embers
of my love in them?
you don't feel the warmth
of my smile?
to be sure there is
no room for doubt,
I'll reassert, yes, my sweet,
i couldn't love you more,
sincerely
Categories:
reassert, feelings, love, poems, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
SAYS WHO?? Each day I wake up I am a fireball of energy, raring to go and everything is going great until my feet hit the floor. Mind you , by then I have expended a vast amount of energy, throwing the duvet to one side, then I have to turn over a full 90 degrees to reach out and see the clock. Then I have to turn back to execute the next move which is to swing the whole of the lower half of my body OFF the bed, at the same time as maintaining an equilibrium so as to stop the inertia from carrying the rest of me off the bed and crashing to the floor. During this time I am also fending off 3 demented dogs who have a group desire to lick me to death. After all this I then have to reassert my mental faculties to perform the next expend of vital energy. That is to stand up, this I can now do with only a minor stagger before I regain control. Dogs duly dispatched to the lounge. I then have to make an urgent call to the small room before any further mishap occurs. Assuming I perform this task without further mishap I then shave, wash and clean my tooth with my now properly named toothbrush! Time now to retrace my earlier passage back to the bedroom where I have to consider my attire for the day. Once all this is arranged on the bed I can commence dressing [all by myself now] . I am now ready to make my way to the lounge cum kitchen where my good wife has prepared my first meal of the day. After this has been duly consumed I am ready for what the day has in store for me. That is, after the obligatory lie down to recoup all the expended energy lost during the aforementioned activities. Growing old but not growing up!
© Dave Timperley July 2015
Categories:
reassert, age, silly, , cute,
Form:
Narrative
I have a secret it's buried deep
Almost afraid to fall asleep
My shape will shift when unaware
It really is a frightful scare.
This morning found black feather on bed
Midnight is trigger I truly dread
No idea where I flew last night
Except was home with morning light.
Exhausted, confused what a curse
The raven is waiting to reassert
A Shapeshifter, no doubt, is what I am
Alone, on my own, having no clan.
Shapeshifters and Shapeshifting
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Anthony Biaanco
25/05/2022
Pixabay image by OpenClipart-Vectors
Categories:
reassert, horror, raven,
Form:
Couplet
there once was a boy I thought I loved
in my mind i kept him above
all my thoughts he was there
but his love I did not share
I couldn't tell him how I felt
with the pain he could not have dealt
my mother predicted my downfall
and yet that was not the worst to befall
the fact that I knew what I had done
was still not enough to make me run
I’ll break his heart and cause him pain
that’s how I know that I am vain
to end it would relieve my doubt
that in his world I should be without
I may be just a girl of words
who wishes she would just be heard
but through these words I can express
all my sins I will confess
all the wrongs I have admitted
are few compared to the many I have committed
I know I’m wrong and what is right
yet i cannot seem to find the light
if you were to look inside
confidence you would not find
for all along I have degraded
myself in ways so as not to be persuaded
if you read this feel my pain
but know you are not to blame
I am the cause for my own hurt
but I hope I can someday reassert
myself into society
be the girl I wish to be
I doubt this will happen very soon
for things like that happen once in a blue moon
but maybe someday I will see
the thing that will lead me to be free
Categories:
reassert, boyfriend, farewell, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a place where children stay
in a virtual Neverland,
where it's safe for them to play.
Happiness at their command
and broccoli that tastes like cheese
in a virtual Neverland.
Clouds that you can grab and squeeze
that taste just like marshmallows
and broccoli that tastes like cheese.
Lots of laughing funny fellows
riding unicycles and juggling balls
that taste just like marshmallows.
They giggle so hard they trip and fall
and they never ever get hurt
riding unicycles and juggling balls.
It's important that I reassert,
there is a place where children stay
and they never ever get hurt
where it's safe for them to play.
Categories:
reassert, tribute,
Form:
Terzanelle
You're such a good and loving God to take such care of me.
Though I don't deserve it, still Your love is free.
You came into a barbarous world steeped in sin's corruption;
A world so vile it seemed to be bent on self destruction.
You laid aside Your Glory and disguised as a simple man,
You bravely entered in the fight to reassert Your plan.
You bought back all who are Your Own, You never flinched or wavered.
You spilled Your Precious Royal Blood to reinstate God's favor.
I wonder now could I withstand what You willingly went through;
And would again for just one man if e'er You needed to.
Could I ever be that brave? I don't think I could.
It's only You within me Lord. Only You are good.
Categories:
reassert, faith,
Form:
Couplet
*Image of Hope Member Feeling by Pixabay
AUDIO: Nuthin But A G Thang by Dr Dre & Snoop Dog
Hope
It begins
from depths within
unmeasurable plunging phantoms down
festerin' the grounds
Lingerin' up sounds
trace
sin
space
sing
Astir the Astros
call on the cosmos play-sures
endeavors
Psyche
assimilators consciousness
dabbles
Wake the dreamers
the unreal
the liars
The dream team
zookeepers senses that
it sucks as it pants in
suspense feeling
the zeal for
realism
Tangibles
hand-all with care
The Dreamer
Ahh! Wakes up now to form
just a tad late yet find I
brave and craving
Echoes from a conch shell
sounds of the see
voice articulates
to be alert and
reassert
Reach for the stars
else, no heaven be
simply permeate
and then create
the essence
It's dope when
one invokes!
HOPE ...
Loves and losses
revives
relived
rejoice.
2022 February 02
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND INFORMEL
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 14
Categories:
reassert, allusion, beautiful, confidence, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Let us clear the fog and be honest
I had ideas in which you did invest
Fun we had in the times we shared
Together we built castles and dared
In rolled the smog and spoiled our fun
Now it is all hazy as in the winter sun
Gone is the warmth we had spun
Tell me do you not love me anymore
You act cold to me which I can't ignore
Eager I am to blow all and sail us ashore
Fight with me if you must, if you feel hurt
Open up the floodgates and clean the dirt
Got the courage to listen to you, I reassert
Date write:4.7.2014
Categories:
reassert, lost love,
Form:
Acrostic
A Sandy Survivor
Prayed to Lord I love again today,
What to everyone should I start to say?
So they won't worry when I reassert
I will have God remove all their hurt.
You are my Savior who I believe in;
Forever my friend have always been
By myself am certain cannot do it all
May make enemies and many appall.
Up unto a good, fine man, I finally grew
Wondering about people's points of view
They never knew or saw things like me
While I wanted world much better to be.
They had given up and stopped thinking
Into deep rut did appear to be sinking
Both prejudice and bias were overcome by
While I stood here having not known why.
It came to me like a quick light in the night
My temptation off God helped me to fight
He taught that sin only causes alarm
And He can save me from all harm.
Said prayers and crucifix would kiss;
May be many things which I will miss
But God will be there at my very door
Knowing I am always worth waiting for.
Became Sandy Survivor saved by the Lord
If I were to lose everything I could afford
I know that He never will ever forget
As sun will rise and then soon does set.
After I had slept all through the night
And by Lord had been inspired to write
So with you this poem do want to share
For those desperate and in deep despair.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
http://www.story-telling-around-the-world.com/a-sandy-survivor.html
http://www.poetrysoup.com/member_area/edit_my_poem.aspx?PoemID=625302vor.html
Categories:
reassert, spiritual, prejudice,
Form:
Couplet
Time heals so they say
It’s perspective it adds along the way
Reflections of thoughts, emotions
One of life’s may promotions
Loosing the fire of hurt
Time has the gift to reassert
Many thoughts getting clear
Mind and emotions disappear
Time is our friend whispering in the ear
Listen to time it will come clear
Categories:
reassert, i miss you, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
Wriggling my way
across the page
I thrash about,
lost by perspective and
challenged to
summon only
significant
passions expressing clarity
of struggle.
The knowing face of
immortality proffers
gracious wisdom
from antiqued parchments to
reassert with
fervent hope
more than just meter or instinct
until I find
Ezra Pound in my
brain with a crayon
hacking away like a
swashbuckler, killing out of
joy the weakest
tendencies of
gluttony:
convention for the sake of
tradition.
I hold my head in my
hands, lamenting my
fuzzy banality and those
cherry lips pedantic whispering
tales of glory in
brutality most
vindictive
without regard to purpose or
veracity.
Your tome falls open as it
topples from my
ossified grasp;
gravity's blank urge grumbles
until words blaze with
clarity reminding
journeys are
more than simply driving to
destinations.
Categories:
reassert, introspection, philosophy
Form:
Free verse