Best Relight Poems

Living Truth

Ancient guides of venerated truth
Stumble through numb spiritual graveyards
Where truth casts its shadow in chiseled words,
A signature of affection,
On moss bathed alabaster stones that once 
Gleamed in treasures of veracity,
Autographed insights of the ancient sages
Screams out the litany of wisdom
Then begs, like balm, the...

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Don't turn on the lights
come back to bed
just, show me your soul
and every feeling unsaid

Let's start our future
come fill this night
you make things clearer
when you're holding me tight

The moon up above is lending her light
The stars are aligning, shining, ever so bright
A warm breeze is...

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The winds here.
It's come to whisper secrets
And blow my words all to the grounds. 
There go all my papers, 
They never had a reason or rhyme.

I'm wishing you would call me
And spare me a short story,
I can't seem to find the mind to like any...

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I was lost within my life, I could not find my way
My days had no direction, my path had gone astray
I dreaded my tomorrows, with distain I viewed my past
Each time I tried to rise above, my aspirations dashed

I felt I had no where to...

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If there remains the slightest breath of warmth in an ember
let it be tendered with care
so that it may begin to brighten-
then burst forth into a dancing flame
stepping up to illuminate desires 
once thought lost, cooled by insensitive means
Let it relight the way through the...

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THE LIGHT HOUSE

The shimmering white beacon off the shores
Of Marble-head, let it's flickering light shine again,
In restorations amber glow of hope.
For are we not the custodians of our own history.
Allow us to relight the spark, igniting the flames
Kindling, a tinderbox of explosive force,
To expose our...

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It doesn’t take much to make me smile,
Little things to me have never quite gone out of style.
Simple things, like a child at play,
Are one of many, many things that can brighten my day.

Watching a dad teach his child to ride a bike,
Are indelible moments...

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If you could rewind time,
would you choose me again?
Or, trade your yesterdays
for less anguish and pain.

When today fades from view,
let's welcome tomorrow.
And think of our future;
not dwell on past sorrow.

Love's candle remains lit,
but its flame's flickering.
And it's all due to our
fighting and bickering.

There's enough spark...

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There's so many different types of friendships
But there is a rare friendship out there
We found it
We didn't expect it
But I am so glad we had this friendship
Are friendship is a friendship flame
Its where your friendship has a little flame
Its the only friendship that runs deep...

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Youth is Gone
By Franklin Price
 3/30/2017

Youth is gone forever, and is never to return.
No matter how we wish it, a sorcerer's spell to yearn. 
Sneaks up on us quite stealthily and quickly races by
With just the turning of a head and the blinking of an...

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Take me deep into the night
Give your soul felt feelings sight
Comfort me, make my heart light
As I embrace your vocal plight

Sitting alone in my bedroom chair
Forgetting all of my worldly cares
Close my eyes, you're standing there
Disrobing my conscience, completely bare

In your voice I feel your...

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The lantern saga.   

My friend and I were gorgeous; it was a visit to my would-be in-law’s house.
My mocked decency and decorum were high,my gaiety and impressario at peak.
My love got us seat in a room prepared for our visit,a kerosine lantern lit...

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What does it mean

‘inherit the world’

To receive on a silver platter

Our parent’s throwaways

Mountains of Styrofoam

Drenched with acid rain

Soon the only trees will be

On display in glass cases



‘Take this world and make it better’

They throw us the torch

But the flame is gone

Already extinguished

They want us to...

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out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes...

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Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of  blacks, whites and Asians, 
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation squeezing their arm like “yo, I got you taken, 
and how fuel became a bill from the money that we...

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