Best Remakes Poems
If I were a baby’s breath
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.
If I were the moment
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where moons align and two hearts become
a place thoughts dissolve where time suspends
a love too vast for fate to end.
If I were a dream catcher I’d kiss your sleep
with shades of joy too rich to keep
reality more radiant than you'd dare.
and when you wake upon your skin
my breath would rise dew drops within.
If I had an enchanted touch
I’d be the artist
of tides that sculpt the cliffs in full
a warmth that lingers on your breasts
a caress that cradles slow and deep
like roots that drink where my love sleeps.
If I were a sacred covenant
I’d be the mark
that binds your soul where comets arc
not lost to time, nor dimmed by space
but carved in light-faith’s endless place.
forever locked in my loves’ divine celestial lace.
But I am just myself
imperfect true
yes, I am only flesh and bone
no myth no spark no sculpted stone—
but in your arms, I burn, I shine
a zephyrus breath where earth meets sky.
Categories:
remakes, devotion, dream, emotions, love,
Form:
Lyric
Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.
The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.
Categories:
remakes, life, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
It brought such memories, memories when I was a kid
It reminded me of all the things that I did
Storytelling, it's such an ancient art on
channelizing events in which our family gives
voice, sounds of laughter, sometimes by embellishment
It exists in such class, beauty, and astonishment
It's so legendary, so antiquated, existing as long
as humankind has had a nomenclature
It can be of a mental imagery...
It tells us life as it took place!
Every single family has its legends, and a storyteller of that
It has the magic of the soul, which flows through the mind
It goes way way back 10 times a dime beyond time
Although that story may not be happening at that
point in time, just visualize, rewind time back to the mind's eye
Vindicate what remakes today as yesterday before
tomorrow of the next day...
Categories:
remakes, art, family, imagination, family,
Form:
Rhyme
AFTER THE STORM
Mid deepest black of heart break sorrows
Vanish fear of dread tomorrows,
Cruel pain that scars and shakes us
Bravely heals and then remakes us.
Dawn Light bids from far flung hills,
Joy surrounds –with each step thrills.
Doubts will vanish with a sigh--
Mindless worries pass us by.
Treasured arms enfold us--warm--
After the storm.
Categories:
remakes, faith, hope,
Form:
Couplet
[Verse 1]
A doctor or the lost and found
Can’t heal my heart or remove this frown
Find my wandering muse when everything's upside down
Even hands can hurt on a spinning wheel, going round
[Pre-Chorus]
I need some hope, a scribble in the sand
Sweat in the mud, someone to understand
The rhyme in the chaos, that I’m more than this lack
See a light in total darkness, maybe belief can bring me back
[Chorus]
Cause all feeling is gone,
Has it died or run away?
Am I a ghost or still a man?
Will love rise again one day?
Am I walking to you or nowhere?
Can I even ever know it?
If there’s beauty in the dirt,
Could a poet somehow show it?
[Hook]
Oh-oh-oh, I’m waiting for the light,
Oh-oh-oh, I’m reaching through the night,
Oh-oh-oh, hope’s got to find its way,
Oh-oh-oh, I’ll be alright one day.
[Verse 2]
Can you feel my wilderness?
Without a sound, I’m calling you
Tangled thoughts, lost in the wind
Are any of them getting through?
Taste my echo, feel my heart
Can you see when I can’t say?
Wondering soul, so far gone
Only the potter remakes the clay
[Pre-Chorus]
I need some hope, a scribble in the sand
Sweat in the mud, someone to understand
The rhyme in the chaos, that I’m more than this lack
See a light in total darkness, maybe belief can bring me back
[Chorus]
Cause all feeling is gone,
Has it died or run away?
Am I a ghost or still a man?
Will love rise again one day?
Am I walking to you or nowhere?
Can I even ever know it?
If there’s beauty in the dirt,
Could a poet somehow show it?
[Bridge]
I’m not lost, I’m just waiting,
For the spark to start the flames,
A broken heart can find its healing,
When the silence speaks my name.
A new day’s on the horizon,
Maybe tomorrow I’ll see,
That the pain will turn to purpose,
And hope is all I need.
[Chorus]
Cause all feeling is gone,
Has it died or run away?
Am I a ghost or still a man?
Will love rise again one day?
Am I walking to you or nowhere?
Can I even ever know it?
If there’s beauty in the dirt,
Could a poet somehow show it?
[Hook]
Oh-oh-oh, I’m waiting for the light,
Oh-oh-oh, I’m reaching through the night,
Oh-oh-oh, hope’s got to find its way,
Oh-oh-oh, I’ll be alright one day.
Categories:
remakes, emotions, heartbreak, hope, lonely,
Form:
Lyric
Morning Fog Memory
Lamp-eyed frogs on this misty morning croak guttural sounds that break the silence of muffling condensation,
Their ancient amphibian eyes blinking slowly as shutter lenses at a fifth of a second.
Lenses that once caught photos of us in scintillating amber sunsets permanence beguiles
Time remakes space
The frozen moments of love once viable we store in our minds as round full and glossy as dewdrops balanced on the wintry friable leaf
Those old people of the past entombed in the faded yellow-hues with smiles
With worn out ideas of an age long vanished…
We too wear are trousers rolled as we grow old,
I think of you in this mist.
Categories:
remakes, lost love, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,
Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn,
Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst,
And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles,
And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil
They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly,
And time remakes space,
Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography
And you and me,
And the spirit’s restless,
The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace,
Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in,
Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now,
You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain,
And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature,
once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage
Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze,
A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés
bereft of Joy
simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.
Categories:
remakes, lost love, love, sad
Form:
Free verse
I teach History, you see.
But, I don't know what it is.
Just as Hollywood remakes classics
with new faces for new generations,
I suspect,
I do much the same.
I do try to sweep away
the old myths and lies
of History, but,
as each class, each year,
recedes farther from my age,
I wonder,
am I just replacing old myths,
with my myths.
Is there something tangible
that I can teach?
Have we evolved at all?
I sit here, just past the bloodiest century
since we left the savannah,
and I wonder,,,
Am I just another shill.
New myths for old!
New myths for old!
Come and get
your hot new myths.
Categories:
remakes, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Blue eyes laugh takes hold of heart
the moment we met love was a part
lives became one entwined from the start
pierced like an arrow soared like a dart
love rebuilds remakes rekindles restarts
Categories:
remakes, love, wife
Form:
Monorhyme
Happiness is an illusion, a mirage, a delusion
fostered by a trial separation of truth from reality.
You have to be made to be happy
Or succumb to the happy state.
Few are born happy, newborn babies cry
Few die happy, unless in sweet dreams asleep.
True happiness is born of smug acceptance by peers
It is worthiness flowing to and fro in tides of tithes
shared with family and friends, till chest fills
and the good ship 'Happy' floats out of dry dock
after a spell of reparation and renewal.
Made good, with make-ups, remakes and retakes.
Categories:
remakes, happy, heart,
Form:
Free verse
A two-faced snake my self-love paralyzed,
Whose toxic fangs impurely freeze my will.
The one all past events remakes despised,
The other future wants will ne'er fulfill;
Regret resents my past to make me languish,
While doubt my future wrecks and makes unsure.
I should prevent my own apparent anguish,
Yet doubt/regret combined proves quite the lure.
This mix, despair, invents a mess of tricks,
My famine's foison in its blest appeal;
Defanged and pure, this wretched drug addicts,
How like a potion does its poison feel!
Addicted to self-loathing's desperate bliss,
With blithe despair I tempt this serpent's kiss.
Categories:
remakes, addiction, depression, self,
Form:
Sonnet
Something broke me into god damn flim flam
Seen enough to know the game is up, shut up
Drown down to the gravel level bottom shakes
Silence damaged COVID lungs like old movie remakes
Categories:
remakes, abuse, anger, anxiety, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Grown men competing a childhood way,
Making a million dollars,
Every day they play.
What’s above and what’s below,
Is arbitrary at best,
When someone’s East,
Is someone else’s West.
The movies and music and the Broadway scene
Are just a few,
Of remakes of remakes,
That they want you to believe are all brand new.
Now that everything that was old,
Is now what is new,
It is as confusing as living,
At the corner of,
Sunset Blvd. and Sunrise Ave.
Categories:
remakes, angst,
Form:
Light Verse
Dr. Griffin ( The Invisible Man.)
In the fog, I'm a bubble,
Step in tar, I'm in trouble,
but all these, I'll defeat, one by one.
For, unseen in the room,
I can call out their doom,
I'll rule all mankind when I'm done.
Dr. Moreau (The Island of Dr. Moreau.)
He carves hoofs into paws.
He grinds scales into claws.
He remakes all Gods' creation with awe.
Then, a sneer on his lips,
a sharp crack of the whip,
as he demands of them: " What is the Law?"
Dr. Pretorious ( The Bride of Frankenstein.)
No, my pure pupil, instead
of bringing life to the dead,
then let him rampage here and there,
We must make him a mate!
It is our sorry fate
to be a warning to mankind: "Beware!"
This is for all of my friends at Poetry Soup. This might jump start the Halloween season.
I'm going to attempt to do them in segments and hopefully get all of the classic monsters
done this week. Happy Halloween. Sleep ...well?! A Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...
Categories:
remakes, science fictionhalloween,
Form:
Epigram
Hey Babe, it's Me here!
The day's on the run!
The remakes
And half takes
Are for the boss
And the bum!
Hey Babe, it's Me here!
The chase is for the bit!
The truck is not
A train yet
The heart will see
The hit!
Hey Babe, It's Me here!
The tug is for the noun!
The "Who" is just
A verb for the foot
And the found!
Hey Babe, It's Me here!
The best is for
The part!
The deal's just
A steal with
A take back
The start!
Hey Babe, let stay here
The world is
A fall apart!
The tug's not
A rug for a trip
But the heart!
The retakes
The stand stills
The long gone for
The found
The half tracks in
The way back
Are for a real
And an around!
Hey Babe!
It's me Here!
Categories:
remakes, age, best friend, confidence,
Form:
Free verse