Best Reclaiming Poems
No one has the power to make you feel worthless
- so show them just that.
You’ve held that blade,
carving doubt into your skin,
like graffiti scrawled over your spirit,
letting others rule your heart
while you sat at rock bottom,
a prisoner to their judgments.
But the moment you rise,
you reclaim your power,
guarding it fiercely like a flame
that ignites from within.
Don’t shy away;
be the storm, the light,
the person you deserve to be -
raw, unfiltered,
unapologetic.
They stood poised to rise like sons
A collective of kindred spirits to wars
From this squadron pose they chose
They rose to face their foes
Arise like thorns from bulbs arose
Thrust their blades into their souls
Of war cries and the songs of idols
Their fears worn like sculls on spears
Prayers like a kite to the heavens
Courage like feathers to the winds
Crows poke at their startled eyes
Disappear with their gaze like a haze
Fake alliances and poor strategies froze
In this battle defeat is reward for the skeletons
To dowse forever their ignited fuse
Refuse their mummies escape from the killing fields
To amaze the masses arrested in the maze
Kaizer shooting instructions like fireballs
The enemy retaliates by clipping our feathers
The Glamour boys simply regroup their wings
Reclaiming my time
18 years spent wasting away
I’m a lost scavenger every new day
Time spent searching desperately
For new eyes to help me see
The key that will lock away the disease
I’ll probably never live a life at ease
Reclaiming my time
Time spent running around
When I should have stayed sound
To drift into space I am bound
I wasted all my chances I found
Reclaiming my time
Time spent hiding myself
In a lonely closet
upon the highest shelf
Only fear and lost memories I own
I’m left here suffocating being so alone
Reclaiming my time
Time spent hurting others
When I needed a friend
The cycle of anger and guilt
Is an awful trend
Until I come to terms
It will never end
Reclaiming my time
Time spent trying to get me fixed
In the process locking me away
Killing off what was left of me
While others got to laugh and play
They were looking for a cure
The pills have done a job on me I’m sure
Reclaiming my time
Time spent being left out
Everyone has their clique
They don’t know what I’m about
I’m just a ghost
But I still grieve the most
On the inside I died
That something my shades can’t hide
Reclaiming my time
Time spent watching my family break
My father lost inside his own dark world
He often said he lived in hell
My parents split, the household fell
I never knew my dad when he was well
Reclaiming my time
One day I’ll cross over
To the other side
My days were short
But God I tried
The angel said
“You're here too early, that such a crime.”
I said “All I’m doing his reclaiming my time
I'm reclaiming my throne
I don't have to take yo s__t
Forget what you thought you knew
And what you heard I did
Because I am not confined to a set place or time
Nor a date or a set state of mind
I'm back, back with a vengance
Never surrendered, Never bended
Bold as ever
Defeated never
Big lips, Proud stride
Big hips, Thick thighs
And d__ proud of me
Not statistically trapped to what you want me to be
Never seen beauty this powerful since the Black Queen Nefertiti
My bark is hard and my bite is harder
Hottest thing happening since Jesus walked on water
I'm not a minority, not deprived
I'm a formerly known Queen with a mean a__ stride
So leave yo comments in yo mouth
And leave well enough alone
Black women get like me and reclaim your throne
-Lyric-
Little steps towards solitude
Inner eye feasts on control
When small belief is penitent, impetuous
Growing doubt buried
Rise from the shackles of fury
Reclaim the lost goal
As we’ve grown, our joy has shrunk
and into despair soul’s sunk,
with head and heart in conflict,
constantly by conscience pricked.
Entrapped by desire and fear,
to us it is now quite clear,
that mere objects cannot yield,
pure bliss that makes us feel healed.
The way we then choose to start,
is to align head and heart
with the rhythm of love sublime,
finding our joy index climb.
Doing as love does direct,
ceasing grasping, we connect
with all souls we chance to meet,
leaving them feeling upbeat.
Becoming a child again,
we break free from ego’s chain,
invoking bliss magnetism
to ignite mind-body prism.
We are with existence one,
simply by coming undone,
reclaiming our inner light,
pulsating by day and night.
02-April-2023
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Your beauty intoxicates me, like some one slipped me love potion.
Trying to build a bond, on a foundation of devotion.
I get lost in your eye's, float on clouds of emotion, your bigger then these words,
your poetry in motion.
You've got my heart racing, whether near or afar, most settle for the wish, I went
and caught the shooting star.
Do you remember ever holding your deeds.? Paper
Links to real estate freehold' an epitome; one seed.'
Of human independance.? Be that what it may be? In
A bundle of actions' often tersely displayed dotted
Lines on draughtsmans paper-like a greaseproof affair'
Pages upon pages quite a bundle i declare.' Swirls of
Trees there depicted solid lines for the boundries. Dotted
For water or gas? Pastel shaded sections everything
That you had' shown by the inch and draughted with care
On your 'title in freehold' all was done for you there'
And then in the noughties.!! Everything changed? when
You recieved your entitlements (nothing was the same)
One sheet came out of a printer with no history there .?
No notes in 'the margins' cause they neither were as spare!
Just your name' and brief details, the sum of the sale this they'd made!
All so bland and impersonal' my thoughts were assailed.'
I complained to the lawyer..Who informed me they're real!
Yet i saw anyone could get a copy.' I did not like the feel; of this deal.!
I requested the familiar ones!! She said they are now gone.'
And no longer legal.? My thoughts were whats going on??
Its like the worth is devalued!! in a communist way??
Oh no I was informed all is..As it was! And all's still au' faire
Then there were cases a few years along of deeds being
Downloaded to take mortgages upon.? The freeholder
Not knowing' till the imposters default.' Then the baliffs
Came calling to posses' what was bought.? Causing
Heartache and trauma un-needed legal re course.' All this
Should be telling us whats occuring with legality whole'
I now see I've been robbed lied to and cheated in short
The real deeds..The were stole.) There must be many of
You out there with just such a case? The redress would
Be worth chasing.' Indeed to stop the erase' of a pillar
Of freedom that maybe even Russia has re-built? not to mention
Re imbursements make them pay to the hilt.' There may
Be those on the street' who fell foul of this all?? Their
Only fault being too trusting' in the failing city halls!
It is time we start reclaiming America again,
by opposing sexual depravity and sin.
Upon christian values this country was founded,
however it seems the voice of opposition has sounded.
All mention of God has been taken out of our schools,
which now makes praying against the rules.
Eliminating God was their only solution,
although it’s alright to teach the theory of evolution.
Now we must fight to maintain the sanctity of marriage,
for the traditional relationship they want to disparage.
Alternative lifestyles are normal by what Hollywood implies,
however it is an abomination in God’s eyes.
Sodom and Gomorrah was destroyed by fire you see,
because of all the sexual immorality.
God designed marriage for one woman and one man,
thus we should heed the master’s plan.
We have got to take a stand for what we believe,
no matter the persecution we may receive.
We are calling on all christian women and men,
to help us start reclaiming America again.
What is this strange place, we find ourself in
Conscience deadened, embrace frigid, God hidden
Trapped in the open, we are yet free within
Love suggestion, compassion but we do not as bidden
Head and heart misaligned, earth entity suffers
Lower mind reigns, this gift of life in vain
Amiable but cautious, doubting ego flounders
Bound in chains, soul darkened by stains
Piquant our dilemma, from heights we crash
Relentless and remorseless is ego desire onslaught
Radiant soul tires under vicious whiplash
Deluded consciousness contracts, with fear fraught
Know oh hermit, soulful presence of innocence is luminescence
Gods grace bountiful awaits us in our heart
Light magnificent, nectar omnipotent, purity quintessence
Bliss ignition renewal, each moment restarts
27-July-2021
Alpha Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
As mind-body grows, our soul knows,
truth of being, so gently flows
but then fears and desires bemuse,
so inner light no longer glows.
Succumbing to lower mind’s ruse,
we strive and toil, both win and lose
but seeing how fickle heart sways,
such antics no longer amuse.
Choosing one day, to mend our ways,
we see how silence, dark fear slays
and so we shift focus inside,
finally free, at end of days.
Innocence has no cause to hide,
so in the void, we wingless glide,
reclaiming the light of our soul,
suffused with bliss, on life’s joy ride.
We grow up, the day we feel whole,
as living light, scriptures extol,
breath by breath, imbibing God’s grace,
fulfilling thus, our ordained role.
Choosing to exit, the rat race,
live, love, laugh, at an easy pace,
alive, aglow, in stillness slow,
holding God’s love, in close embrace.
Some see a scrubby, stunted wood;
the pure heart sees a pond.
A vision cast into the could -
the gift to look beyond…
And though the plan has not converged
quite fully in my head,
I simply can’t resist the urge
to rend, uproot, and shred.
Reclaiming bits of Eden, I
clear out the brambled vines.
Creation and destruction, by
this, briefly are aligned.
Not Anne, But Gabrielle
by Gabrielle Munslow
If you want me to take you to another time,
take my hand.
Don’t furrow your brow.
Slick with storylines,
my tongue twists
like an adder.
Poetry spills—
some good, some bad,
but always real.
I write of suffering.
I write of death.
I write of want.
No pretty, prophetic prose.
But I can still
slip a ditty off my toes.
I am Anne with an E.
No bird.
No net ensnares me.
Still, I rest,
and language thrills my bones.
Time stills—
or quickens.
Language isn’t luxury;
it’s necessity.
Down rabbit holes I go,
deep and twisted.
I braid my breath into roots.
I speak to the dirt,
and it answers.
Once a girl.
Now a woman,
retelling her youth.
I
am not Anne with an E.
I am Gabrielle—
with poems for sale.
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© 2025 Gabrielle Munslow. All rights reserved.
This poem may not be reproduced, distributed, or performed without the author’s permission.
To be a good father You already have to be a good man But apparently he couldn't be either guess it was just easier For him to be just like his father
Him being a black father Made it harder The stereotypes That followed him around That policed He probably internally agreed He felt it must've been better for him to leave Or Maybe he just doesn't love his kids enough to stay It must've been his generational way
His children understood As best as they could That his father was ed up They just thought he would give them a better childhood
They weren't mad just disappointed They felt neglected Felt unprotected By someone who was supposed to love them They felt stupid They felt empty, like they shouldn't have existed
As they grew up They saw all the other present fathers The pain Of it all began to hit harder They began to wonder If they even mattered
As the years continued on That pain grew stronger Their fathers absence Constantly haunted them Their self hatred grew deeper No amount of therapy made it easier They would always feel inferior
They would never forgive They would never forget
“Drop mind use heart truth’s then known ~
We’re love and light all home grown”
~ quote by poet
This form though dust is an urn
To grow in love soul dwells here
Mind thinks heart loves can they merge
We know death looms thus fear spikes
Fate taunts we feel angst and dread
We strive but fail to find joy
One day we choose to kill lust
We rest thought flow to find peace
Time ticks thorns prick life tests us
We cease to seek wisps of smoke
This path seems harsh but light dawns
We see God’s face in plain sight
This life is seen as a dream
We now know that we are light
There is no death soul lives on
Our heart bliss drenched sings love songs