Best Reigniting Poems
Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
amplifies what he feels in his heart.
Subtle notes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love and desire,
music stirs the imagination.
His bow hangs, like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And with a tear trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.
Combining hope with pangs of rapture
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And each vibe resonates in my heart,
reigniting passion's dormant flame.
As callused fingers tug my heartstrings
I've never before felt so alive.
And in this state of exaltation,
I feel my pulse race, and my heart pound.
(Inveniam viam)
Far beyond these eerie things, where limits have no scales
Fish are replacing gills, with turbine aerated tails
Sea level’s losing all meaning, for the humpback whales
Ships piggyback them, harpoons syphon wind from their sails
Today I woke up early, lately I’ve let dreams flow
Into an abstract yonder, where visions often go
A wave came over me, up from my downy pillow
When tidal forces passed away, many moons ago
As the ocean waved goodbye, I called for an encore
Behaving like a poultice, the beach drew back old gore
You could’ve bowled me over, sent ripples to my core
Never again I’d sleep soundly, near this bloody shore
After a fretful lie-on, facing truths with each turn
My sundial running on empty, stars can’t always churn
Moribund in dimness, til an old spark can return
Reigniting glory days, (let supernovae burn)
Overhead the vacuum grows, just to make more space
Stretching my dysmorphia, to align with gods face
No one knows for certain, who enhanced his human race
Gave an artful hand, outsmarting evolution’s pace
As life spirals forward, in a world out of control
Entropy dismantles, stripping back our maker’s role
The poet in me keeps goofing, digging deeper holes
He’s a junkie rhymester, overdosing on this soul
So hail all billionaires, who never walk down my street
Flying above fake cripples, with power in their feet
Prodigies of bad and worse, scheming to make ends meet
Leaves an aftertaste of smugness, one that will repeat
As for those big questions, some take a straightforward twist
Two things I thought might go away, stubbornly exist
Not death or taxes, I’m already over that list
Each day I arise, how come lies and bullsh!t persist?
First there was oblivion, til I woke up and saw
Now fully awake, dead ahead looms a fatal flaw
But so long as I can dream, and able to guffaw
It only hurts when I laugh, Don’t you think? vents my jaw
By David Kavanagh
Hms
I have been in unequaled turmoil,
Overused in my personal trauma,
Drowning in tear rivers of tragedy,
Soul dipping southward trajectory,
But they do not seep from these eyes,
Nor do they follow the cries,
Just the heavy emptiness that thrives,
Within each breath hope in me dies,
But then there are those who remind me,
Why I have walked the road of words ardently,
Thank you for reigniting my linguistic dream,
I want you to know,
that you are the intrinsic thread that holds my spirit seem.
I bleed poetry to heal through
midnight confessions.
Mistress’s ink does not seek
your caramelized validation;
it has no desire to please
your feed of presumed perfection.
I’ve never tamed this
skill as an online profession;
this is just an unbreakable obsession~
I’m drowning in for a distraction.
Don’t question my
hazy metaphors,
veiled away from towering
thorns of introspection,
too vague and meaningless
for the skies adorned
with sleeping stars.
These scribbles of sentimental
symbolism may cause
digressing reactions,
for I’ve been sewing a
waltzing nightmare,
whilst counting syllables
within concocted connotations,
surfing through wicked
schemes of sunset-colored
sestinas to sunflower sonnets.
Now I knit hyacinth haikus
in honeysuckle hues,
woven from pristine petals
amidst wilting wilderness,
awaiting twilight that
would awaken words written
in repetitive refrains,
reigniting the flames
between spaces on fragrant pages,
so dreams will no longer
be more peaceful
than the air I breathe.
Although these lines
do not rhyme with teal-green
tides that sketch
turquoise beginnings,
I still hope time can maybe
guide this canvas home.
a poets heart
they tore it from his chest
and yet it beat
in steady cadence,
a rhythmic resonance
roiling words
re-sounding a tone,
rekindling a fire,
reigniting a thought,
repeating-rebeating
metered mystery’s
tortured torment
toying with truth’s
ludicrous lies,
rebeating-repeating
heretical hyperbole’s
hypocritical hollow
echoing eternity’s
empty promise.
©6/25/2017
submitted to – Any poem in June not for a contest – Poetry Contest
Eggs are white - a little chubby chicken is yellow
Easter egg - chock full of colorful candy
Sticky red sugar lips give you a sweet kiss
Old snow spots melts on the ground
Dandelion scatters gold in the trenches
Easter bunny jumping out from nowhere
with chocolate spots on the white fluffy coat
Crocus and daffodils showing us spring with joy
Life sparking - reigniting
Small buds unfold and dances in the spring sun
- Happy Easter - Enjoy Spring :)
15.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)
I think of you, in this stretch of lonely nights
Of the days we spent together
I think of you, when the moon shines bright
Of dinner by the candle light
I think of you, as I lie on the silken sheet
Of your loving caress sweet
I think of you, in a dreamy haze
Of the longing in your lingering gaze
I think of you, with fire in my eyes
Of your lips brushing mine and sighs
I think of you, in the grip of desire
Of the loving words you whispered sire
I think of you, once night has flown
Of the reigniting passion strong, I moan
I think of you, with each breath taken
Of the love you showered on me, awaken
I think of you baby ...
© Nadiya (14 Feb '15)
Placed 6th in the contest 'I think of you' by Gautami Phookan on 22 Feb 2015
The place where I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I desire
It's where my heart will rejoice the most
My life in Scotland is through
It's time for my soul to move on
To Tenerife or Lanzarote
A new country is where I'll belong
For my heart has been bruised and battered
Left out in the cold for many a year
Frozen to the point of no return
Reigniting was always a fear
For it doesn't happen every day
Meeting someone with like's, like I
And to look into Spanish brown eyes
If you'd witnessed, you'll understand why
Then came the day it all changed
It was like looking through the looking glass
My eyes met these Spanish brown orbs
The most beautiful looking lass
With a smile to delight any looker
Her personality sure lures me in
For her music taste I so noted
Like the hairs always rise on my skin
For the place I desire to roam
Lies just of the African coast
The Canaries is where I will stay
Many years in love I will so toast
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/lorena.php
on the long drive to change,
i didn't know at the time
when the realization came,
i was literally shaken clean
from the aged norm of my reality
on the defining interchange to new
scenes and settings, i was honestly
taken aback by being cared about
and given such a rare opportunity
for careful reconstruction
shocking was the journey and the discovery
of myself that i never thought i would learn
about through actual experiences that left
me healthily greedy for more and more each
day
on the next wave of a planning session,
i am now my own travel agent for more
than one and i never expected to be
such a ready participant or such a
determined trooper
i think it is the combination of memories and
loneliness in dark times that attributes to our
newborn, newfound passion
the fruit of the joy it brings keeps our juices
flowing and growing for the next anticipated
discovery
what once was is now 87 unleaded gasoline
and very dependable navigation....the map
of our lives....the reigniting of our once limited,
sectional, and broken tonalities
Giggle dancing vanities around bonfires your funny fancies, hula skirt feigning moves with floras and flowers I had dedicated unto your chocolate tresses of hair waltzing beside you my own flames circled about flickering ablaze upon your delicate and subtle grooves
Tracing, painting, the gentle touching your camberous and my muscular frame, creating endless, countless new ways of whispering, feelings, revealing our deepest, darkest secrets swallowing, consuming each other, dissolving all our pains
Offerings, submissions of stripping naked hearts, placing you upon a pedestal you leaping back down into my arms, crawling, veiling myself within the inferno, you cocooning vulnerabilities exposing your wonders, endowments, captivation of your devoting arts
Your majestic soft smiles blowing kisses to my face , sun rising, the Aprils, the Mays, the Junes, sunset bowing with grace, silks and supple of my princess, my goddess one day soon vanishing an apparition over the twilight shimmering dunes
Exodus grandeur, an angel exiting from a scene, the years hiding you away oft in my dreams, hoping, praying, believing that another time another day, bumping into meet, finding each other again, a reunion of union, marrying in another lost summer retreat
The lost summer fog, the misting ocean’s spray whisking returning a lost essence upon our sacred,consecrated domain, analogous subsiding tides, gulls fly off, sea grass evaporating, the shifting dunes our memoirs have all but eroded away
Memories, reminiscences of two naïve, innocent youthful hearts, and lost summers blissfully buried treasures, fondest here remain testimonies reigniting renaissance adolescent wildfire sparks
My feelings are all over the place
Even more as the day progress
Trying to figure out this conundrum
That drifts back a romance blossom,
An old flame, ancient emotion
Rise into temptation
Wrapped me up in a silent vow
Makes me forget here and now,
Despite all the hurry all around
Little details sit idly in my mind
Chaining the time inside
While the world spinning outside,
Thy love, pulses through my soul
Reigniting the past, getting those sparks roll
Invading ability of thoughts to conform
Dragging them over huge brainstorm.
Holding your heart is
like having an perilous
experiment on
reigniting the
dying sun: it is so hard
and seems entirely
hopeless, yet it's the
last chance of humanity;
it’s still worth fighting for it.
If I play a melody for you
letting the music sway your heart
titillating the words within your soul
venturing into territories familiar and cherished,
reconnecting us
tieing every dream and promise in place
to the days of our youth
when the time was irreversible,
reigniting the old flames
searing us together within our love
in summer passion, winter hopes, and dreaming
of a time that has no end,
what would the lyrics say
what would you say
would you listen
hearing the memories
that are too often hidden
forgotten
in some old song?
been a long time
i wonder if i still have it
all the pens have been buried from my sight
however, i managed to find one this misty monday morning
i write this poem without thought or even a warning
i remember her in those tight fruity jeans
her hair was like simplicity starlight in an everlasting exploration
her aura was like lavender scented candles reigniting my introverted personality
her smile left me speechless like writing in cursive with my right hand
in the toybox corner of my mind is the snowstorm that brought us to notice
been an eternity going grey
i wonder if arousal still exists in our atmosphere
all the pads have been dangling in an attempt to make insanity appear calm and steady
however, i managed to come upon one this windy sunday morning
i finish this poem as i feel my reemergence ecstatically swarming
Cocksure were we that Spring had sprung
Unprepared once again to be stung
by Old Man Winter
fresh back from vacation ~
Fossil Fools we be, reigniting
CO2 home heating stations