Best Refocusing Poems
Eye Contact
Some said he had those scary eyes,
unnerving, somehow seeming to look
clear through, capable of seeing the
truth – of you. They didn’t stare at
you, just sort of found you and held
you in an eerie embrace. There was
a glint to the eyes, a sharpness to
the edges, a weary, and wary, wiliness.
And yet, they drew you in, these cold
and smoldering, blue-gray questioners
of all they see. Tight lines rimmed the
edges of the pools, white tipped lashes
fanning and refocusing the laser looks.
And then they smiled, as if something
had just reminded them of a pleasing
sight, a soft sunrise rose across his face,
a gentle fox to kit wink, an unguarded
moment on the parapet of life.
John G. Lawless
9/16/2014
For PD"S A poem you have not entered in a contest #12 poetry contest
Categories:
refocusing, life, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
It was easy to know…
An ever ready hug
A sticky candied kiss
A sweet clinginess
Eyes full of admiration
Songs full of love
A call for help meant only for one
Arms outstretched always wanting
It was easy to know
It was easy to show…
A wake up call to a favorite breakfast
A new frilly dress
Special occasion celebration
Treat upon treats
A longed for whined for gift delivered
Story time snuggles
Game time giddiness
Attention undivided
Every little need provided
It was easy to show
Yes, it was easy to know she loved me
Yes, it was easy to show I loved her
My daughter, my life
It was easy to know....easy to show
Why is it so hard now?
Refocusing on present realities
New forms
New expressions
New words
I struggle to find new ways
The old ones are worn out
All that’s left now is doubt
It’s hard to show…
It’s hard to know…
Am I still valued in her eyes?
Why does the passage of time make it so hard?
Why?
Isn’t love timeless?
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
refocusing, mother daughter, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
High above the clouds, where you can hardly see,
Escaping the world below is where you want to be.
A fresh place, a new beginning to have a chance to go.
Anywhere, any place that makes you grow.
Reality can be the toughest thing of all.
Especially when you end up taking a fall.
Then again reality can be beautiful all around.
The trails we take, the beautiful natural sound.
Finding in your heart, who you want to be.
Where you want to go and what you want to see.
Life is an adventure filled with love in many a place.
It is so magical it can brighten up your face.
No matter where you are, what you want to be.
Taking a moment of escaping reality.
Step back for a bit to find where you want to go.
Finding the tools that will help you grow.
To who you want to be.
Or what you might want to see.
But most of all no one matters more than you.
Escaping reality might just be the thing to do.
Categories:
refocusing, confidence, confusion, encouraging, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
A constant buzz of busyness
Continually swarming us
Easy to get dragged down
Caught up in the fuss
While in the moment
All you can say is c’mon
Poked like a voodoo doll
The pain keeps piling on
Balancing your emotions
What a rollercoaster ride
Walking on a tightrope
Just trying to get to the other side
Starting to change my stance
What I viewed before as a hinderance
Is actually where the happiness lies
Just couldn’t see through the interference
Zooming out my focus
Seeing through a new lens
Realizing the small moments now
Are really life’s little gems
Daily drama no longer a downer
Instead cherishing my mess
Because when it’s gone for good
I’ll remember these times were the best
Categories:
refocusing, appreciation, inspiration, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Can you See
By Kevin Robey
November 24, 2013
Can you see my heart it's reviewing
Mirrored windows every day they sing
Suspicious car wreck I’m leaving behind
If this is my death, at least I’m not blind
Can you see my mind it's retracing
Wind up rag dolls without springs
Reciting lines I should have said
Yielding tears I refused to shed
Can you see my soul it's reclaiming?
Every day the phone didn’t ring
Mistakes I made will never say
She remolded my soul like clay
Can you see my eyes refocusing?
Happy thoughts that passion brings
To find again the truth within
I’ll re-emerge where I begin
*listening to...
["Affection" by Crystal Castles]
Categories:
refocusing, emo, hope, how i
Form:
Rhyme
When a prophecy's a tale,
It will be written then re-told,
Thru the zodiac in braille
Only read by each our soul...
Left and written in the stars,
Brightly there for all to see,
It's interpreted by our,
Deep desire to just " BE "...
Yet the truth will still remain,
Tho its hidden from our eyes,
On forever not to change,
What we see across the sky....
So we scan each new horizon,
When it doesn't look the same,
Then refocusing our eyes on ,
Every image that it frames...
But when you are a Libran,
Then the prophecy is you,
To balance what's uneven,
And to challenge the untrue...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
Categories:
refocusing, visionary
Form:
Light Verse
It feels as though time itself,
Is slipping from my grasp,
Like I’m walking atop eggshells,
Across butterfly wings,
And along the shattered and broken glass
There never seems to be enough time
It’s like a marathon for me
All I want is to finish this climb
And stand tall for all to see
With all that’s going on right now,
These hard times seem to linger
Like I’m rushing in a race,
Against the ever changing current
And these memories in time are slipping,
Like sand trickling down the narrow hourglass,
Right through my desperate fingers
My vision seems to be constantly refocusing
Unsure about what is real
Switching between health and sickness
I don’t know how to feel
I look to the 7 directions
The brainless scarecrow pointing me every which way
sometimes I feel like the cowardly lion,
running from the slightest sight of trouble
I tried looking north, but my compass is bent
I tried looking east, but I was blinded by the light
I tried looking south, but walking back into the past is not a mistake I
prefer to make
I tried looking west, to the stars, for answers,
But all I got were twinkling lights and momentary freedom,
Before darkness engulfed my thoughts
I tried looking up, silently begging for a direction to turn to
I tried looking down, to see things from above
Finally, I tried looking within, and found something worth working towards
So god bless this broken road I’ve been traveling
Hanging on by a thread, just getting by each day
For had I not fallen down and gotten roughed up a bit
I never would’ve gotten strong enough to get back up
Categories:
refocusing, strength,
Form:
Free verse
I can't control the wind
I woke up this morning,
not much to do, I said.
So children were woken,
and into the kitchen I went.
But something happened, as water was poured for tea.
this kitchen i said, oh my oh no, look how messy.
As my hands slipped into hot wet bubbles,
I got busy with brush and plate.
Feeling wound up, into dishes I delved
making dishes my own safe place.
A frenzied morning before work begins
I feel so out of control,
then I remember, though shocked I was,
I cannot control the wind.
Try as I might, strive strong and long
I seem to be losing this fight,
kids go left when I say right,
and I realize once again, i cannot control the wind.
Grow up strong, grow up proud, get a job, get paid,
So I push and ponder and power through each very very long day
Meetings, chats and Telegram, its all too much
stop I'll try but i realise, I cannot control the wind.
Nothing I do and nothing I say,
can I manipulate a moment to go my way.
I stomp around busy all day
and screech, STOP, I have had enough.
In a pause, a moment to breathe,
sanity slowly returns, and I realise
I am only me and I cannot control the wind!
So clenched hands open and feet stand still,
as surrender I do, all control
to a God that knows it all.
Who smiles at my effort,
but knew from end to begin
his daughter full of passion, purpose and pride,
cannot control the wind.
As I slow to a stop, refocusing on Him,
I realise something so true.
The one that created the world and breathed life into everything,
It is Him and only He, who can control the wind.
Chantelle Smith
21 September 2020
Categories:
refocusing, anxiety, bible, emotions, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
You know I won’t
Let you or anyone
Take me for granted
Ever again
I won’t give myself
In blind naiveté
To anyone
Until proven worthy
I’ve been refocusing
Gathering my strength
Setting new boundaries
To ground myself and
Protect my center
Determine what
I’m willing to give up
My tendency is to
Give all and keep nothing
I can’t allow that again
I’ve got to learn
To be selfish
As children are selfish
I’ve got to learn to set free
The child within me
And think of me first
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Posted on November 11, 2017
Categories:
refocusing, confidence, growing up, life,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing refreshes me more
than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall.
Like avatar of baby's breath
and droplet of anti-death.
Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt,
soft chew squirter of mint gone ejaculated shoot.
Starburst squint-inserts,
what is meant in keidoscope of photons,
wet emoticons
of teasing turning on
lightened bent.
In the cradle of nature, where whispers collide,
in a spectral dance of droplets,
where shadows reside, -
in terracotta edges needling in cool trace
lemoned wedges- of quench, to taste.
Each shimmer a memory, each splash leaves
its intent on cool poker face.
A breath of renewal,
like springtime's first bloom s ensual,
the sweetness of peppermint, fresh as a sigh,
spitting as it spake.
Pops in my eye.
Each drop a connection, dispelling all gloom, and refocusing direction in swan lake swoon-
terraforming the deserted crys.Tall in spirit
to become, comfortably succumb.
A reminder that life is a canvas to fly, trapped in beams
of moon, before the ink drys.
The shimmer it ignites- in the heart of its flow,
a gem facet to contemplate amongst us-under growth.
A kaleidoscope woven of dreams in the light, the dew of elated snows.
Wet emoticons glisten, a soft, vibrant sea aglow, transparency of purpose-
in a symphony of repose?
Repurposed-reproposed-
In the dance of the waters, I bask and I soar, aloft.
As the world fades away, I am wrapped in this peace, tucked away in it's soft croft,
willow-wisped pillowed crotch.
The waterfall’s whisper—a promise of more,
to adore
of
serenity's waters of life,
evermore.
Categories:
refocusing, art, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Harken my angel, pray for me
Your love will pull me through
As I lay here under burning debris
After being torn from my crew
I know that when I left this morn’
You were still snug in our bed
But I softly whispered “I love you”
As I kissed you on your head
We both knew it could come to this
Though we never thought it would
I’d take back all the wasted days
If only there were a way I could
I only wandered a few feet away
From my guys and our hose
I went to check for any more fire
To find it before it grows
Crawling down the hallway
And through a door on the right
I never thought I’d lose my way
I tried to keep them in my sight
All of a sudden the smoke grew thick
Blinding me on the spot
A corner of the floor collapsed
And the room was instantly hot
I turned around to make my way out
But I couldn’t locate the door
Something had fallen, blocking my way
Something not there before
As I tried to make it to the hall
I realized I was lost
I knew instantly the only way out
Was over the threshold I had crossed
Suddenly I was floating downward
Surprisingly peacefully
An abrupt jolt stopped my fall
Eyes open but unable to see
Total darkness and quiet at first
I’ve experienced this before
But when I realized I couldn’t move
It chilled me to the core
For I was trapped, no way to escape
Unless the others found me
My faith in my brothers, however, ran deep
They would rally around me
As my air ran low and pain set in
I could hear the crackle of the fire
Another sound was filtering through
Fueling my hopes ever higher
I could hear my brothers shouting my name
And though I couldn’t yell back
I knew they were on their way
Refocusing their attack
It was then that I began to drift
From reality to my dreams
That’s when I thought of you, my love
How distant this morn’ seems
Was that the last time I’d kiss your face
Or would there be many more
Lost in this dream my spirit takes flight
And my soul begins to soar
Their shouts are now closer and louder
But I cannot hear
Ever closer they get, a race against time
I no longer feel any fear
Harken my angel, pray for me…
Categories:
refocusing, death, natural disasters,
Form:
Rhyme
"Letting Jay’s Fire Light the Way"
(written by Michelle L. LeBlanc 01/04/2023)
Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc
07/14/2006 - 09/04/202
Today marks 4 months since you passed away
And I want you to know I think of you each and every day
I won't become hopeless or give up the fight
You will always be my bright shining light
Today I'm out walking and letting nature inspire
I’m finding ways to refocus, to reignite my fire
I know this is something you would want each us to do
So I'm continuing to find ways to press on through
Sometimes it's easy for us to lose sight, amidst all the pain
But so important to keep perspective of all we can obtain
Like peace of mind and being thankful for those still in our lives
Or finding our smile and helping others learn to thrive
So let’s find a way by changing our daily routines
For Jay wouldn’t want us to give up on attaining our dreams
‘Get out there and live your life, while you have your own
Please don't seep into misery over my gravestone’
That's what he would want us to hear him say
So let's look up and be inspired by him today!
Remember some days it may be one step at a time
While other days, we might feel like we've fallen behind
But the important thing is to never lose sight
For Jayden is always there to be our guiding light
He certainly had so many dreams and goals
He was known to be one of the most beautiful souls
Lots of energy, oh yes, he surely did have
He always enjoyed sparking fun to get a good laugh
His outgoing personality was so vibrant and strong
Conversation was never difficult, when he came along
He had a zeal to learn and to educate himself
Yes, he wanted to get out there and grab life off the shelf
So I'm refocusing my mind once again today
Hoping you will join me in Letting Jay’s Fire Light the Way!
.
Jayden Donald LeBlanc 07/14/2006 - 09/04/2022
Categories:
refocusing, bereavement, inspiration, loss,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes we need to shatter what we thought mattered
Refocusing our vision for clues to update our point of view
As a student in how the heart teaches what true inner peace is
So we can stack up our broken pieces as high as the sky reaches
Categories:
refocusing, encouraging, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme