Best Rebirth Poems

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right smack in the middle,
Was what I thought to be a wishing well
I tossed in a quarter!
Looking down with a puzzled face
I peeked to see where it fell
I leaned over and that's when...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns for a winged monarch moment 
to fly in the spirit of freedom…

opportunity 
flares a tongue 
snaky and bittersweet.. a flicker
grows...

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Blackened clouds roll in 
While overtaking the skies
Feeling the anger in the air
Growls takeover the sighs

Ominous feelings of disaster 
Now pending on the horizon 
Atmosphere reeks bitterness
A fury there's no comparison

Darkness is cut with flashes
Rumbling fury fills ones ears
The storm rages on no mercy
Soon the...

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Wicked memories haunt my dreams at night and stalk me during the daylight, denying me any measure of peace and tranquility. Please, take me to the river Lethe and rebirth me, so that I may forget the pain of my past and the humiliation of...

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This year’s been so long. So long to Winter!
With blinding shaft and bright bleeding of sun,
the limbs of trees, like flames, trust their tinter.
Unfurl the soulful buds, ye Holy One!

The soak of pomp at ground level unfurls.
Angelic, sonorous romance of Spring.
See tea cups and saucers...

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As winter's icy talons release their grip,
Leaving behind a landscape barren brown,
Spring waltzes in and proceeds to strip,
Winter of her tattered, lifeless gown,
Replacing it with green and floral crown.

Golden sunlight thaws the frigid earth,
Flora of a thousand kind burst into bloom.
Nature comes alive in glorious...

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The passing years
through trembling fingers slip,
like worry beads
unsurely strung
along life’s fraying thread.

Sages, seers and cynics peer
and say when it will snap,
but why regard the 
sing-song whine of those who
seldom glimpse their own demise?

Mysteries and magic
ventures, bold and tragic—
reason, rhyme and rhetoric—
will someday undistinguished lie
inside life’s...

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I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious smile 
Trickles upward animating my mouth

How glorious to be here
At this moment in time 
Sacred simplicity guiding me
A gift to...

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Traveling through the doorway in my heart
I emerge
Gently closing it
I place my palms on the worn hinges of time
I lay my ear near its surface
As I let my lips hover close
Grazing the wood with a gentle kiss

I turn and walk down a few steps
The mist...

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The Eternal Rose


The rosebud blooms...begins its earthly ride
     through life; with sun and rain it must contend.
          And day by day, its petals open wide;
all stages lead to fullness in the end.

When...

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Heart Release



Oh how I have tried to push you away
......Fear
Escaping into daydreams and fantasy
Purposeful intentions and made-up agendas
Pretending you were unimportant 
Something to avoid

Chocolate chip cookies and Chardonnay
Softened your advance
Pushing you down
Your effervescence rising from the depths
Clinging to me like morning mist on the seashore

Oh...

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At a point where the old road meets the hill
and runs down the other side
There's an old tin shed that's standing, still
and a grave where the old dog died

He surely had seen better days
when our paths chanced to cross
As I lit up a fire and...

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We sit outside and bask in brilliant sun—
And though it’s warm, we know it cannot last,
For August’s days of glare and heat are done;
October’s sunny days are speeding past.

In youth, one summer seemed to last an age—
The days that lingered, sunsets without end. 
What seemed...

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Morning Fog

This morning
when there is much to do inside,
there is fog outside my window.
The fog I sought two mornings ago
that caused me to dash to the car
in hopes I could grab a coffee
and sit by the lake,
witness to the softening of the world,
treetops indistinct, not...

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Why brought they flowers to a witch's grave
With greening foliage and color bursts,
With drab, dark pigments that white lilies save?
Nail tight the coffin,  Lest we all be cursed.

Atop the new grave, the bouquet was laid.
By morn the flowers have withered to black.
Wafting of chants...

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