Best Regain Poems
Yesterday, was an adolescent,
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.
The sky was always brightly dressed up with colourful fireworks, and sometimes it looked overdressed, due to; too much colouration of fireworks lightning outburst.
This graced up our hearts with excessive Christmas diamond feelings.
The environment, was always busy with traditional Masquerading, carol carnivals, religious activities, youthful vigil, commitment vigilance, less happiness on clutches, less money impetuosity, less darkness but more rituals, less churches, less hunger and thunderous envy, less death, more tottering and loitering from mango tree to mango, invading people's gardens for fun.
Back then, the rich neatly did; car racing, house racing, bicycle racing and duck hunt and also watched black and white television,
but all we enjoyably did, was hide and seek, played draft and ludo game, beetle hunt and most importantly; native fowl hunt, because we didn't have to go the markets to buy native fowls, they were plenty not owned fowls to save our black and white hunger.
We also bought plenty things with just one naira note, and the balance kept coming, and we never stopped buying until our pockets purged.
Although, the money was surely more than enough to waste,
but as kids, we never got staved of spending,
this is because everything we saw, looked like waterfalls from heaven.
We took so many childhood risks; we sneaked out of school, and engaged in far journey to other States, to attend trade fairs, without money on us to shop, the only money we always had in pockets, where transport fair, which we have saved for weeks from our feeding money.
Me especially as a teenager, I preferred the forest behind my school than the classroom, because it felt to me, that I understood the language of trees, birds, and crickets, more than that of my classmates and teachers, this made me choose, 'George of the jungle', 'the gods must be crazy' and 'Going Banana' as my most adored movies.
I thunder so sadly,
because never again shall all this youthful moments and feelings, breeze by again like a born again wind.
Proudly I kneel before her speechless
My cap bow in humility as my eyes flow ocean of water
Just to say I’m sorry
My heart bear witness with my spirit that I’m innocent
Yet guilty for peace to reign
Fool! I was called by peers
What can I give in exchange for peace?
In her dwells the totality of my peace
Let go? Hell no
To whom shall the peace transfer to?
To what path shall I research to find her?
The bird at hand worth more than millions in the bush
I must keep my male pride to gain what I hold precious
What if she walks away without a word?
Am I a fool?
No!
I will keep kneeling until she smile at me and says “I love you”
In a world brimming with danger
where tragedy is no longer a stranger.
with many voices that can lead us astray
They open new doors with the dawn of each day
terror saunter out unabated waiting for death,
To call and thrown down on us grief filled -burden
Strength holds where the love for humanity is broken
Birth comes with the sublime and the disdain,
With anger, the posture reframes the sinews strain.
Borrowed time is a distant unforgiving friend,
Whose path suspend our brief respite to the end.
Of course, most people wish they could try to reverse
all the dreams they have lost in bitter remorse.
But nothing in the universe works forgiving better,
Then when we are at our worst distemper.
The opportunity comes to regain our soul,
from the kind of terror which pollutes the world.
We paddle with prayer to maintain composure
Pretend surfeiting was only a blip of anger.
Turn and try to live in a perfect ambiance unfurl,
the epitome of dreams merges with the world.
fear can’t fight the deeds that governor the insane,
with nebulous mentor the warp mind inset frame.
it’s a realm somewhere inside crying out for a change,
the bleeding-heart wanders forlorn and deranged.
No contentment only movements together merged,
from anxiety and fear the claims are gradually purged.
brave wings can fly high; regain strength and soar
above static clouds making waves in the atmosphere.
We thrive and survive when we have tried our utmost,
To live free of fear for better or for worse.
Walk away from the snare and make the most.
Of what is waiting to appease the flames of pain,
Tears momentarily can only wash away the stain.
Leaving good reasons to get more rain,
As fortune favors the blessings, we have regained.
Tears that fell through trembling words of war,
They fall not too far from where we are.
Until all the helpful chores we have done,
With heart and soul, still, manage to love everyone.
Regain Their Hearts
Lately when I lay down,
And try to fall asleep,
My eyes began to water,
And my heart begins to weep,
God I need Your help again,
Evil has regained control,
Not of me but my family,
And it's not letting go,
So I'm praying for my mom,
My brothers and my dad,
Help them find the strength,
To let go of all the bad,
So we don't have to living,
All of our days apart,
Please try Your hardest,
To repair their darken hearts,
I know they are better than this,
If they would just believe in You,
This is my greatest wish and,
I know You can make it come true!!
Red is the colour of danger,
sometime you becomes changer.
You stand alone and can speak,
I saw you in his eyes,
that day was a bise.
You on my forehead stands
as a mark of all commands
that cause me a brands.
You who runs in me and
others is being shunned
in the name of caste that
leads to war in elate.
You are seen in rising bask
that you also stand unmask.
You are there everywhere
like a concessionaire.
I cried tears of anguish for the burgeoning.
Tears and sobbing aren't prospering.
I regret all the rambunctious ineptness.
Silver hair and a large head are worthless.
My youth was pillaged, yet my heart tried to beat.
Pulling leaves from a branch is a fun treat.
Is it possible to reclaim my youth?
To tell him the breed of gray-haired man couth.
Why am I here wasting time, as the clock is ticking down, what if today was never known, & no one was around, what if our mouths got sewed, as they quickly told a lie, being born into this world, just to slowly live & die, breathing deeply as we run, escaping from our pain, in this life we have to lose, just so we can regain.
Don’t started to view dream
Don’t not do imagination
Believe life never run in dream in fiction
So if you want to view dream
And want to touch real peak
Just believe on your dream
And do work hard
Rays of rising sun show you real path
You just needed to search right way
And strong work on your dream art
Who become work of art?
God will defiantly give you view of her
After her view your dream touch truth
So wait till the right time
When god give you his grace
And you truly go to regain
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Mobile no-8743082486
To many
Raining is just a simple scenery
But to me is a bit different
When it's a convectional rain
Drops by drops
I'll let them fall into my palms, patting me
To regain confidence and love
When it showers
It looks like
A baby enjoys playing water, splashing
It invites laughter ang happiness
When it is a heavy downpour
It looks like a
A baby crying back home, sadly
There's no bargain
When it rains nonstop
It looks like
A disaster called flood is, waiting ahead
And no doubt, it brings misery and death
what does it mean when someone has lost their soul?
does it mean that of their fate they no longer have control?
what does it take for one to rectify this situation?
what does one have to do to regain one's salvation?
it would probably take more than just attending church
for one needs to reconcil with Jesus the savior first
you need to accept Him as the way into the Kingdom of God
you need to accept Him as your savior and let the Holy Spirit into your heart
recite the Sinner's Prayer, repent and then atone
and understand that you can't do it all alone
as a child of Christ you're one of His precious joys
as a child of Christ you're one of His beloved girls and boys
just don't think for one minute that God ever wants to let you go
for He loves each of us with a passion that we may never know
so turn to the Father and abide by His teachings
be like His son Jesus and learn from His preaching
for the battle is not just yours and remember you have the Spirit of the Sword
regain your salvation by turning your life over to the Lord
Regain to love
And change in to jewel’s
Work is hard
But I must reach to the bank
Everything look beautiful
View should be clear
While start with positive thought
You could regain
Life is a long battle
Fight create fortune
But continuous effort
Like every changing season
Defiantly come with wind of change
And a new bright sun say welcome
And sunshine make the way
life had stolen her joy
she had lost her music
her enthusiasm was nill
no one could help
she had to figure it out herself
we cheered when it happened
Regain to love
And change in to jewel’s
Work is hard
But I must reach to the bank
Everything look beautiful
View should be clear
While start with positive thought
You could regain
Life is a long battle
Fight create fortune
But continuous effort
Like every changing season
Defiantly come with wind of change
And a new bright sun say welcome
And sunshine make the way
D-ecember eighteenth morn
A-ims to meet the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful Sunday,
S-unrise stops the
Y-awn.
L-et Saturday night pass,
A-s the shadows vanish;
B-eacon is coming up,
R-ain and chill diminish.
A-llow the day to break,
D-on't let it stay with the night;
O-bliterate the darkness,
R-egain the lost delight.