Best Reclaim Poems
Dreaming of gaily-colored tulips
red's majesty, iris purple
sunburst yellow...
Eyes grown heavy, curtains closing
a smile dancing on dewy lips
envisioning a soft April's morn...
O, Spring, let me reclaim you
if only for this moment
if only in this dream
~ November 09, 2022 ~
Entry in a Brian Strand Premiere
Poetry Contest
His lover, sits and waits there by the water, singing her song.
Outstretched hands, reaching towards the horizon, wishing him home.
If only, she could raise him up, reclaim summer, from the deep.
For Debbie Guzzi's, Sijo Strings contest. First attempt at this form.
Love is a kind of madness and, as such,
can sometimes hoist its victims to strange heights.
Though love may cause a fever where it bites,
this time the troops have quelled the pending putsch.
I ask your pardon for our magic nights,
those rhymes I wrote you, crackling with emotion:
you'll overlook, I hope, my fierce devotion,
and my defending you with all my might.
I'm sorry. It will not occur again.
A broken heart brings wisdom in its wake:
I gladly drank the hemlock for your sake:
I let your prettiness, your sharp disdain
intoxicate me like your smell, your touch.
Forgive me, please, for loving you too much.
I wish I could plug
A flash drive in your ear.
I would wipe clean the worries
Hidden deep inside there.
I know they've been hiding
In camouflaged space.
Your very own virus
firmly in place.
Spreading infection
Every which way.
Squeezing the happy
Right out of the way.
It's time to recover,
Diminish your pain.
Pick up your tools.
Reclaim your domain.
Before long, I promise,
With daily scans,
You'll reboot and function
With plenty of ram.
Personally above and beyond all
I hate and despise in this world
Is misappropriation of certain
What used to be meaningful words
Critically descriptive important essential
That have been devalued demeaned
To such a lesser degree they bare no relation
To the initial gravitas they instilled
Like when I hear the throw away term
Racism is used currently bounded about today
With total and utter disregard
For what it was and is meant to represent
Now that I as someone who is someone
Who in general terms is rarely offended
Find absolutely nothing short of offensive
Because I know currently the trend is for
people to feign insincerity
Seemingly finding anything and everything offensive
Which personally I find both detrimental and most offensive of all
Because they have and find it somehow
or other acceptable to use these words
To use as a slogan or trump card to win an argument or justify a cause
But in reality they haven't got a clue what
they actually mean or meant historically
Identity and meaning in certain regard
To some people those who have experienced
The actuality and brutality embedded within
I hope are able one day to witness the day
These seemingly throw away words
Are reclaimed and are taken back placed
once again under their control
So as they can be truly appreciated and
understood in correct context
Not misappropriated so someone can
pretend to identify with
Because if they truly genuinely identified
They themselves would then finally realize
What it is like and means to be
" " OFFENDED " "
In the haze of lights, where the world blurs and you start to reclaim yourself,
Standing tall on the fragile pedestal of your own worth,
Their whispers, serpentine and insidious, slither into your thoughts,
Like brainwashed subjects, chanting their mantras of doubt.
"Where does all this self-importance come from?" they hiss,
As if your burgeoning strength were a threat to their fragile egos,
"Don't you know you still hold less value, no matter how smart you are?"
Their words, like chains, attempt to bind you to their limited vision.
"The traits deemed good are for men, so why do you act like them?"
They try to confine you within the narrow walls of their expectations,
"Girls talk silly talk, so why don't you join them?"
They seek to reduce your voice to mere murmurs, inconsequential and quiet.
"We must diminish your confidence through your looks,"
Their strategy clear, to make you believe that all that matters is your pretty face,
To keep you under control and submissive,
To make you think your value depends on their confirmation.
But in the haze of lights, you find clarity,
A realization that their whispers are but echoes of their own insecurities,
You stand tall, a beacon of strength and intelligence,
Resisting their attempts to diminish your essence.
For you know that your worth is not dictated by their shallow judgments,
Nor by the narrow roles they try to impose,
You are a force, a presence, an unbound spirit,
And their whispers, like smoke, dissipate in the light of your truth.
What shade of love is so divine
Pure love my dear is colorblind
We capture love in this hourglass
Each grain of love, reclaim your past
Unconditional love I bestow him
My entire being it seems he owns
Thoughts of him engulf my mind
So why am I constantly alone?
Forgiveness for all his discretions
Stupidity apparently all mine
What seems to draw me to him?
Ah yes, love is blind.
How long will I let him forsake me?
My heart his playground of pain
Promises with no meaning
Does he want me to feel only disdain?
Happiness it does elude me
So dependent on someone else
Sadness my constant companion
When will I reclaim myself?
Oh mother
I'm coming home
To reclaim my birthstones
To answer the question as to why ?
I abandoned you in the 1st place
Face to face
Eye to eye
To appologies and make my amends
For all my failings
Until you no longer blame yourself
for my failings
It was never your fault i posessed the
backbone of a snake
I just never had the stomach for a fight
I still suck my thumb and cradle a teddy bear at night
Because i scared of everything and anything
Reclaim our Destiny
(Verse 1)
Yo, it's a struggle just to survive this life,
Cost of living rising, but wages don't suffice.
Living off government funds, barely getting by,
Can't afford the rent, it's sky-high, oh my!
Real estate leeches playing God with our lives,
Profit over people, their greed never subsides.
The government in bed with the elite, it seems,
Their vaccines dividing us, shattering dreams.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Verse 2)
They tell us to obey, silently follow the line,
But we see through their lies, we won't be confined.
Manipulating the masses, their control is deep,
But we'll rise above it all, our minds they cannot keep.
We won't be silenced, won't be made into fools,
We stand for justice, breaking unjust rules.
Together we'll resist, break these oppressive chains,
Raise our voices loud, fueling the winds of change.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Bridge)
They underestimate us, they think we'll submit,
But we're fighting for a better world, we won't quit.
Through unity and resilience, we'll find a way,
To break free from this system, create a brighter day.
(Chorus)
We refuse to be slaves, we won't be sheep,
In this puppet show called life, we're wide awake, not all Muppets they think.
We search for freedom, a way to break free,
Unite as one, reclaim our destiny!
(Outro)
So let's rise, my people, and never back down,
Together we'll navigate through the chaos that surrounds.
We'll overcome the struggles, find a better place,
And leave behind the puppetry in this everlasting race.
Caged Dreams
1.
You keep us in cages,
Thinking we are slaves,
But a day will come,
When we will escape.
2.
We look up from our cages,
Longing to be free—
As free as the birds
That soar through the skies.
3.
You think us foolish,
You think us weak,
But a day will come
When you will regret—
Regret every cruel word
That spills from your lips.
4.
You sold us like cattle,
Took us from our homes.
We look up from our cages,
Dreaming of freedom,
Yearning to live our lives.
5.
You clip our wings,
Lock us away,
So we cannot fly,
Cannot touch the sky.
6.
We live in despair,
We live in pain,
We live in fear,
Of what comes next.
Some of us even pray
For death to come.
7.
You took our children,
Our lands, our resources,
Leaving us with nowhere
To call home.
8.
You fear what we'll do,
Once freed from these cages.
We may be bound,
But our hope still burns—
Like a flame, untamed.
9.
We will reclaim our lands,
We will reclaim our freedom,
We will take back all
That was stolen from us.
10.
We are strong,
We are bold,
We will fight on—
Until the very end.
Looking at the present state of things,
nothing is ever going to change,
and with a stubborness so definitive.
some people would rather suffer than challenge...
Reclaim your lost hope, that one which held you back,
making your accursed life as fiery as tempest;
what tears did was drownimg you in their sorrow,
all your days were spent alone, not daring to trust in love...
Lives are cut off as timber is severed by eletric saws,
when it falls to the ground, only a thud is heard;
then they will loaded on trucks and the forest will moan their loss,
so is our saddened heart when it's emptied of all good things we loved...
Reclaim your lost hope, what once was rightfully yours,
see the big pitcure with new eyes and a more perceptive mind,
for too long you have been confined to loneliness;
now, open up your windows to the shining sun and proclaim your freedom...
Trashed acquintances may be regretted, but others you will find,
and fearlessly confront your obstacles and make them null;
reembrace the fervent faith that made you the strongest soul,
and as you go on living, remember not what made your teeth grind...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Reclaim heart’s joy, in staid silence
Our soul whispers to us
Renounce now, thought borne violence
Let not desires nonplus
God’s bliss mists pervades form
Feel this benign love storm
As His magnetism warm
Sans ego ploy
Reclaim heart’s joy
28-April-2023
Quietus
I feel the vitamin D saturating my cells
My morose mood dissipates
The longer I am in the sun
The happier I feel
Why have I kept myself out of the sun for two days?
Will I come out earlier tomorrow?
Am I ready to be myself again?
Am I ready to reclaim my health and me?
If things have not been going the way you have dreamed,
Remember in life it’s not all how it seems,
If the waters are rough and your barley afloat,
Remember whose steering your rocky boat,
You’ll make it THROUGH to the other side,
Just sit back and enjoy your bumpy ride,
For storms are the tests we all have to take,
But when you have God you’ll bend but never break,
Once you get to where you are going,
Your faith will be greater and your smiles will keep growing.
By: Sabina Nicole
Inspired by all those people in my life going THROUGH a storm...