Best Relive Poems
Christmas is the one time when we can safely dig deep into our memories,
Looking for pearls instead of lemons,
The one time we dare to hope for a different outcome this year,
Where children actually come first,
And tears more often come from a place of joy,
It is a time where online searches are for digging up friends from the past,
And finding bad memories to delete.
It is a time when we spend more time seeking fellowship,
And less on trying to sink the ship,
It is a time when we move into the light,
But are careful not to hog the limelight.
Christmas is the one time when we look to the past,
For the good deeds of others,
So we can tell their mothers,
It is a time when Open homes replace the for sale sign,
With a bottle of the best wine.
Remembering the past at Christmas could make life divine,
Give you a Dickens of a time,
And thoughts mostly sublime,
You may even find an extra line,
To add to this rhyme,
As on your past you dine.
In a cobwebbed dusty corner in a dark attic void of light. Holds the essence of my being thr menories i hold dear. That's brought me where i am today and still nuture my fear.The dolls and movies and magazines the records scarred with age.The tiny five years diary.My private dreams on every page.Mememtoes from vacations packed full of summer fun.Post cards from distant places of trips not yet begun birthday cards and tickets stubs.Treasures dear to only me of value to non but I.There worth prejudged so long ago cherished till the day i die.Every scrap of paper,every letter packed awayholds a very special memory that's with me everyday.And i'll keep that part of my life with me always.Asmy life goes on and years begin to show strain i'll always have a place i can go to relive my youth again.
flash back a year,
how about even further
am I still hypocritical ?
how about a hypochondriac
look in the mirror, who's the hypocrite
who would start every brawl-
and yet you were never sick of it
loved watching me fall
some sick game of manipulation
then jealousy peered in-
the length of the duration
was insane
a clearly misjudged partnership-
and I'm without a reason
without an intellectual explanation
through every single season
what I would kill to forget that mistake
give my heart back full support
instead of cherishing the memories with dr. jekyl
and put the ball back in my court.
WHAT I WOULD GIVE BUT TO RELIVE
The wonder of your glorious body pounding into mine
The magic of your fiery lips to make my spirit shine.
Your racing blood pursued my veins --now virgin iced for years--
A blade awake and passion freed --the truth escaped through tears.
Parental terror took your life--I finally know your plight--
Stroll with me in moonlight, Love--I'm forever yours tonight.
The innocence thief opens the door
The slithering snake asks her for me
Feeling edified by his purest for lust
Stealing dreams by seducing her trust
A closet filled with boxes and pain
Icicles form on this young girl’s shame
“Nicole it’s your turn to satisfy me”
She chokes on his flesh and insanity
Not sure if she’s performing correctly for him
But deep in her heart she knows it’s a sin
The Jack Daniels bottle still rests in his hand
It’s the first night she has ever been with a man.
By:
Contest: What I would not want to relive!
With a dangerous disease I had been afflicted
A word went round in terms of cricket tournament
Of good bowler cancer, the player will be balled.
A word went round in terms of unemployment
That there will be one vacancy in the university
A word went round in terms of real estate agency
A good house will be for sale in pose area of the city.
Believe me luckily with Him there was no urgency.
But a word came in from the Greatest Word-Maker
Time is free, priceless, can’t own it but you can use it
Can’t keep it but you can use it like a ropewalker
Act like a Yogi, right the wrongs, give up tobacco habits.
Keeping Him always with me I followed those words
And the ancient adage “Drink thy own water with glee”
Along with medicines, home remedies and the herbs
Diagnosed in 9th April’94, on 10th Dec'94 cancer free.
In my entire life that was the day of utmost glee
That was in 1994 and here I’m in 2013 as a family tree.
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Date 12-13-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win in
Contest: What would I have to give.....To once Again Relive by Frank H.
***The poem is based on the personal experience occurred in 1994
I wouldn't want to relive my time in the foster home,
the beatings I would receive, I felt so all alone.
Baked apple they gave us morning, noon and night,
nothing they did would make you feel right.
Torn clothes and old sneakers is all we had,
never let them see you cry or be sad.
Other kids that were loud in the night,
a needle they received to make them sleep tight.
When I think of those times and what it did to me,
I know how good life is now that I am free.
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Of Blackeyed Susan
Written: !2-26-13
i've seen alot
and it's too late
for me to play
innocent
you helped me
therefore you
deserve to see
my tears
I wasn't a warrior
or a hero
i was just a
fallen person
you were worth
so much more
than the days
desires
lost and vacant
now i see
grace has
granted me peace
"happy mothers day"
Deja vu-
it startles us at times-
in a flash- coming before us;
a conversation
an interaction
almost anything-
exact in every detail
as we lived it before.
We are mesmerized,
asking ourselves-
how does this happen?
All is saved in The Gallery of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a gallery, they safeguard
our beginning to end
with images from our
birth,
childhood,
adulthood
and death,
saved from every second
of our life in this Universe.
The gallery of our life
in the gallery of time;
in the space-time continuum,
forever and ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time-
Where somehow- seconds escape
to wake our memories-
in real-time.
Stranger in life changed cry to smile
Cared more than self can ever desire
Rested my soul without any doubt
Slowly taken to a sweet dreamy cloud
Put on all faith without a question
Believed you are the only one!
Understood all said and unsaid
Life felt as if innocent beauty fed
May be I was wrong to recline
My fault to do as you inclined
Retraced not your faltering steps
Thus am subject to hard times
No use of cursing that day went by
Never met still made a wrong choice
Yes , I will be brave not again creep
Be strong enough to bloom breathe
It’s easy for you to change the path
Why will then I still lie in deep dark
Embrace the real people of my life
Learned not to trust who worth none
No more will I look back to find you
Move on to let shadow speak true
Curves will only turn happiness ahead
No blame anymore…no regret!
While He wakes up wondering what the world will bring
I wake up with blood on my hands
While he listens to what the birds will sing you
I still question my life and try to understand
And while I feel myself pumping blood like no other
I know this blood is not for me
but for whome I'm supposed to be her mother
I've smothered myself in everything but faith
As mad as I am at him it is me who I hate
Disentegrating
feeling the wrath of a self induced troubled path
Can't sleep, gasping for something to keep this off my heart
My mind and body aches from my morals hurting all the time
I an't imagine you my child ever forgiving me..
Look at your father's and I's secrecy..
I regret every morning and think..
How differently if you were just here with me.
Ive had only one dream of you and the luxory
that you held me and showed me love
held me so close..
feeling you tell me you still love me the most.
When you could've told me
"Mommy you failed me." "Mommy you betrayed me.."
Trust me my darling I rather you have your life than mine.
I had no right to hinder your god given time.
I'm so sorry I was selfish and let a boy influence me so devilish.
I hope I can make you proud
I hope you can hear mommy's love so hard and loud.
I'm so sorry please forgive me
What I would give to relive my pregnancy.
B. Maxine Waldrep
To Relive
What would you give? To relive.
Would it be a life time of memories
or a river of tears.
Endless dreams, a world of mistakes,
a lost love once forgotten.
Friends that have been lost in the past
or friends you have gain at present time
or would it be the hate and anger you
hold from past and present times.
Would you give your faith to relive?
Well not I: I give nothing to relive, for
every day is a new day to relive.....
written by Gina Montalbo
04-03-2014
Note: remember who you are now for
what has happen to you in the past made you
strong and you have the power to change the future.
Dear Reader,
How does one pen the unspeakable?
To endure injustice not once, but repeatedly—like a cruel wind that circles back to shred what little is left of a tattered soul.
The echoes of a manipulated trial, the mockery of fairness, reverberate through me like a wound that refuses to heal.
Nightmares are my inheritance;
they come cloaked in shadows, forcing me to relive the horror—of rapes endured in the cold confines of a cell, of the crushing silence of three years in solitary, where time itself became a tormentor.
Judge Manuel Menendez Jr., a specter of power misused, and States Attorney Cynthia Heir, wielding her authority like a weapon, haunt my waking hours as much as my dreams.
I am scarred by the past, yet forced to face it again and again.
Seven times a year, my mind and body are dragged through the fire.
PTSD is my constant companion, a relentless whisper reminding me of every violation, every indignity.
The system that should have shielded me became my jailer, my tormentor.
Yet even in the depths of this despair, I cling to one fragile hope:
that my voice, hoarse and trembling, might someday be heard.
That someone, somewhere, will see the inhumanity of this cycle and rise to break it.
Until then, I write—not for absolution, but for survival.
Yours forever in anguish,
James McLain
Lived to the content of my soul,
Your thoughts stayed in my heart till brim,
Never ever lost in worst of my dreams,
Best of traits I ever lived.
My subtle emotions,
That people hurt in ignorance,
And I am shattered,
I would have to give,
My sensitivity towards relationships,
That I take to my soul,
Though get betrayal,
I would have to give,
My writings that are unpurposeful,
And don't lead me anywhere,
Though I am able to express,
I would have to give,
My anger that eats me constantly,
And one sits opposite clever and calm,
Swiftly gets onto my nerves,
I would have to give- to once again relive!!