Best Reimagine Poems
We sat in the fallout
of last year’s gift exchange—
smashed angel centerpiece
taped back together
as good as a rogue bomb
if someone mentioned it.
Our voices dragged
like anchors through an ocean—
low, cold, summoning something
older than Kris Kringle.
I strained to recall
a time when it wasn’t like this.
The kitchen table—
a battleship, whipped tension
and potatoes. Dad’s knife slipped
once, then twice. Mammaw clutched
her rosary, counting sins like beads
of gravy on the drop-cloth. The whiskey
isn’t worth your soul, she whispered.
Our air was burned sugar—
a water pie, depression-era relic
left too long in the oven.
As they say, it’s the ingredients you have
that bake the cake.
Mom whispered, Let’s just get through it.
The corners of her mouth disappeared—
I knew better.
When my sister reached for a biscuit,
I grabbed her wrist—too hard.
Mine, I hissed. The room turned
quiet, the kind of silence snow wears
before an avalanche.
By sunset,
half of us were crying—
over the ruined pie,
or the family tree
we couldn’t stop cutting down.
When I reimagine it—
and I always do—
I don’t erase or the snowfall
or the tension.
Instead, I break the bread
without a flinch,
leave my sister’s wrist unmarked.
Dad’s carving hand steadies,
and in my version,
we get grandma drunk—
the old broad needed to lighten up.
The angel still shatters—
but this time we laugh,
our elbows knocking it over
reaching for seconds.
In the end, we huddle closer,
ash still falling, we celebrate
cold on the other side of the door.
Our hands stay sticky, glue healing
the angel’s cracked wings,
sugar crystallizing our fingerprints—
we press lightly, only to test for doneness,
we are patient,
we watch as snow smothers our wreckage—
call it DNA, an elegy.
Categories:
reimagine, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Adam’s Garden yeilds a tree
Grown from the roots of Hell
Rare Forbidden fragrant fruit
On golden branches; Rapture fell
But Adam stepped one fig away
From Satan’s dying Curse
This world remained a Paradise
And Eve escaped the pain of birth!
No ghastly storms for Noah
With Arc afloat in driven rains
No frantic fear of drowning
Forty nights and some odd days
Cain would not slay Abel
No Tower found in Babel
Seeds of Life were never planted
Generations never born
No Sins in need of repentance
Nor Judgment days in Heaven
To receive their final sentence
The highest price was paid
For Adam's abstinence
Contest - Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp by Just That Archaic Poet
Inspired by his poem - Damn You, Eve
Categories:
reimagine, creation, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Great poetry requires
finesse and rhyme,
this impatient poetess
gives it her time.
Poetry needs heart
and soul and tears,
I showed you what
was hidden for years.
Poetry requires thoughts
running free on the page,
you were the key
that unlocked my cage.
Poetry has a rhythm
if given a chance,
you were the one
who asked me to dance.
I give it my all
with time and finesse,
and together with heart
have made a success.
Written for Just That Archaic Poet's contest -
"Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp!"
Inspired by his poem, "You and I and I and You"
(My interpretation was "opposites attract". I am the total opposite personality of what a poet should be. Yet, poetry and I get along great!)
Categories:
reimagine, friendship, poetess, poetry, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Why can’t you just be evil? Like my mind
wants you to be: Unfaithful, shameful.
I want to hate you! But you’re too kind
and no matter you are always thankful
of me and my song of desperation
for pain and its un-winnable future.
I know! A heart’s betrayal may come
disguised as death bringing this return
to memory of past regret, unyielding
regret, this plan of me my only way out.
Understand unending and what may be.
Believe in the certainty of two hearts.
Trust in the flesh and the way it feels
on fingertips, lips... Trust love—it is real.
Reinvent, Reimagine, Revamp!
JustThatArchaicPoet Contest
Poem chose “Knock, Knock”
Categories:
reimagine, longing, love, metaphor, trust,
Form:
Sonnet
No longer beckoning to my enemies.
Pain and deceit are just memories.
No longer sitting on my stark throne of lies
Luring days of treachery have gone awry.
Rediscovered my soul, oh the precious gift!
Death of regrets, I beseech to be swift.
My heart and my truth are selflessly mending,
I am hale and hearty, my own happy ending.
**inspired by the poem, A Happy Ending
Categories:
reimagine, forgiveness, happiness, hope, trust,
Form:
Couplet
Lend me your insight,
your light,
left a yonder breath, done right.
Not a prayer, but wisdom from your eye sight;
let me in to your mind, let me in.
Lend me a piece, lend me a puzzle,
lend me a breath to cease the muzzle;
let me reimagine mother earth,
*The earth reimagined?*
Commence rebirth!
Categories:
reimagine, beautiful, earth, friendship, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Let's revisit, reimagine and re-construct the man who will write this poem. Begin from the start, the dark past, the battles that were fought on my own. Though only recently and from this moment on I will recognize the lessons I learned. No longer do I regret the trials and tribulations in which I alone endured. For so long I fought My God demanding answers I was to blind to understand. Slowly turning my back, losing faith, attempting to construct my own plan. Forward I believe I ventured, in reality father from myself I ran. Blaming others for failing, giving up, and telling myself I can't. Completely oblivious My God has foreseen the path I would take. Knowing only on this road of destruction I would eventually discover my faith. So hearts he allowed me to break and crimes he allowed me to commit. He allowed addiction, disappointment and a plaque of the seven deadly sins. Scars He allowed me to wear and judgement he allowed to rain down upon me. Yet a blessing in disguise, He cursed me with the unfailing moral to somehow succeed. Yet only now as I said do I comprehend why these particular lessons had to be taught. I have only gained strength and dignity with every battle won and fought. My God knew without that strength I could have never conquered my demons. And now because of Him, I can swoar from hells flames as a reborn Phoenix.
Categories:
reimagine, addiction, blessing, courage, destiny,
Form:
On sunny days walk beneath the aesthetic pine trees
that gently undulate in the tepid Roman breeze,
their image is reflected in the Tiberius' flowing water;
majestic is the Colosseum, the mighty power of Rome,
it has withstood time, wars, earthquakes, and pillage...
stand in front of it and reimagine emperor Nero, so fair,
inciting the crowds to hail him as a god while they caught his bread:
what was his real reason for burning Rome: madness, anger, or dread?
Did Virgil, the Mantovian poet, love and admire Rome
when Augustus ruled the empire and was worshiped?
No, he chose Naples to write the epic poem Aeneid
in a location that stunned, but he was too far from home!
The Campanian landscape was the perfect setting
as Virgil brought to life Aeneas, the Trojan captain, escaping
burning Troy to realize his fate and embark for Italy without doubting;
and Rome vainly waited for his return and hear his brilliant poem
in the Forum to amaze Caesar while senators applauded him!
Categories:
reimagine, beauty, history, nostalgia, peace,
Form:
Lyric
This is Us,
my waist too big,
his check too small,
she's not the fairest
of Them all,
We must confess,
This is Ugly,
we are a mess,
the Earth's ungrounded
greatest pest,
But, This is Us,
our only home
to share it well
before its gone,
extracted
refracted
denuded
and fracted,
deluded
and impacted,
polluted
and red Raped... ...
Sacred
health neglected
and wealth abused,
THIS IS US!
We're all we have
and are,
All we remember
and imagine,
reimagine
our compassion
for Earth's great final passion;
This is Us
Filled with puss,
make it
or bust,
some say
"dust from dust,"
our parts
too often rust,
we smell
of patriarchal musky must,
need everything
right now or bust,
This is Us... ...
Not unlovely Them;
what will we do
when established trump
doesn't rule
our wild and free imaginations
of how I can be,
live true to
my own flawed beauty,
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-membering
through all our neglected wild cards,
This EarthTribe is Us
We've each made god
in our best imagination
of how united nations
remember recreations
of great and wealthy destinations
from home regeneration
for health to safely hold
future generations
singing this our great examination
of how we are
in this Great Green Transitionalization,
This is Us
When we
most brilliantly choose
to see
This Us is Earth
regiving birth
forgiving death,
our wide democratic
and deeply
existential mess,
This is Us.
Categories:
reimagine, green, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Right foot into this little dimple that you can toe in on aggressively so it’s opposing the left hand, then you can, like, zag over across to this flat, down-pulling crimp that’s small but you can bite it.
[From Honnold’s climbing notebook.]
For me, the most transcendental feat –
your smeared soles at Freeblast Slabs,
your shoulder jammed into Offwidth
and cardiac-kick at the Boulder
were: Inspirational; unimaginable.
We sit in theatre chairs white-gripping
our armrests and, too often, eyes closed.
Up on El Cap as much as we’ll e’er be,
We twist our bodies in synchrony.
We’ve seen how immeasurable
the possible; the achievable
of the inconceivable. At last,
an image beyond the past; a hero
of no vanquished enemy,
brawling limitless potentiality.
Following your lead, we reimagine
how we might ascend our vallied lives.
Categories:
reimagine, mountains, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Bury Me
By Laura Dee
November 13, 2014
It comes and goes, But it's gone tonight
So won't you stop and reimagine me?
I'm giving in cause it feels so right
It comes in waves that we'll never see
The tide is low when we say goodbye
So lie with me and see me as I'll never be
The man behind these eyes will surely die
Spending nights inside shadows of a burning tree
If I numb my hands enough for you
Will you meet me at the morning sun?
If my burn these eyes from shades of blue
Will you still see me as your only one?
Don't close your eyes; I'm shooting blanks
You may be scared but I am too
Maybe I'll find just where you rank
We'll burn into the smiles we drew
Today the sands take back the earth
We'll start anew; just me and you
Just one more breath until we're through
This ecstasy will make us new
Happiness, I have been unfaithful
Our loneliness has fueled this fire
Still it feels like my heart is full
Skin of wool shredded by desire
I'm begging you don't give up on me
You remind me of the future
The one I couldn't see through the trees
You make me remember the days when I was pure
So maybe it's not the story of meant-to-be's
But it's the only one I can feel with these hands
My fingers are cold but they're wild and free
No more disease on which we used to stand
It comes and goes just like anything
It comes in waves about to carry me
Away from here and the suffering
From everything I'll never be
[Listening to "Drown" by Bring Me The Horizon]
Categories:
reimagine, addiction, gender, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was
When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs
If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight
When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets
(The New Room: March, 2023)
Categories:
reimagine, imagination, time,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a place deep inside
Where pain and suffering reside
Visions live happily within
Seeking a life without pain and sin
Musical sounds help salve his pain
Till the magical day he is well again
Unfortunately he has to rest in bed
To help cure the sickness in his head
Until that day his tolerance fades
Sunny smiles are left in the shade.
Poems name is : Enferma en la Cabeza
Contest name : Reinvent, Revamp Reimagine
Penned October 15th 2013
Categories:
reimagine, pain,
Form:
Couplet
Words
Are not sufficient to express
The devastation waves that crashes
Into a dead wish
Exhaustion
Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness
To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces
Reimagine arms around
Cognizane
The lack thereof
Or rather the insufficient energy
Of helplessness wailing
Heat
The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno
Trickling forlorn perspire
Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants
Numb
Glazed vacant eyes pumps fuel
Creaking of vector gears
Dumb words spill as arbituary normalcy
Deadpan disguised as half truths
If words were to be expressed,I chose to be silent
If exhaustion means to live,I rather be dead
If to be held down and abide, I rather grovel while i weep
If heat is a normal occurance in a lifetime,I rather freeze to death
If my intelligence precedes your understanding,I rather play dumb
Categories:
reimagine, anger, anxiety, business, career,
Form:
Free verse
Who are you and who am I
and could it be we’re kindred spirits
deep inside?
And I wonder if this life’s a dream, the matrix
of an endless scheme
begotten long ago,
when time was not
and the only thought
was how long until they know?
How long until they know I’m “We”
and learn eventually to see
that most of what they read and learned
was nothing more than food for worms
squirming ‘round inside their heads
distracting from themselves instead.
So much to understand it’s true
but simple as the sky is blue
all tangled up like string in glue
like who was Jesus in the flesh
and was he really, truly Blessed?
(I hear it now: “That man’s a mess.”)
But not the first to question thus
as truth is written in the dust
by the winners, spinners, sinners deep
luring others fast asleep.
(Now I lay me down to rest
and pray my soul wakes up progressed
up Jacobs ladder to the gates
opened wide to celebrate.)
Even while we wander ‘round
in this mysterious dreamscape land
missing countless miracles
of each moment of life at hand.
Through pages of the ages of
every breath of birth, death,
love and living we extol
through consciousness of the cosmos,
the Holy Grail to our One Great Soul.
Don’t we perceive the universe the same:
Earth, moon, stars, cold, heat and flames?
Connected, yet disconnected,
separate and still One:
seeing the world through different eyes
like separate rays of the Sun.
Inescapable as planets are to stars
while never even knowing that
is who we are.
While sleeping and awakening repeatedly
as we do from day to day,
perhaps to do so endlessly
isn’t so far away.
And if dreams mean anything
beyond awakening at dawn,
perhaps it’s time to reimagine
where life begins and ends
while sitting still
and moving on.
© Terrell Martin, 02/06/2025
Categories:
reimagine, birth, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme