Best Renovate Poems
You are the true love of my life
I am so blessed to be your wife
Our love story is true
And started the day I met you
Marriage is not always pure bliss
But ours started after the first kiss
We were inseparable from day one
When our journey had just begun
We share many common likes and desires
But also, many differences still transpire
You’re a night owl and I prefer to get up early
And you sleep soundly, and I sleep poorly
We love to take long drives and try to find treasures
In antiquing, nature or enjoying culinary pleasures
I like to walk and exercise most every day
While you continue to avoid it in every way
I like things to be neat and in order
While you’re a pack rat and a slight hoarder
I like to read, write poems and create
While you like to fix, build and renovate
You like Harry Potter and I like anything mystery
I like current stories, and you prefer history
We both enjoy the local news and Netflix series
And enjoy haunted stories and with all the queries
I knew I found in you my soulmate and best friend
And blessed to have you in my life until the very end
Categories:
renovate, appreciation, husband, love, soulmate,
Form:
Rhyme
'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',
Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.
Our hindsight intuition
says that he was probably wishin'
he was fishin', with precision
swishin' flies to waiting bass.
For he had but one ambition
and considered his commission
was to fishin' competition,
pulling lunkers from the grass.
But he set aside this mission
for submission to tradition,
and Patrician erudition
soon replaced his noble cause.
Now a maid with hair of titian
dishin' clams and oysters squishin'
and musician's compositions
may engender his applause.
The Mrs. was the perfect mate
to tolerate and moderate
that diehard fishing reprobate,
and of her own volition,
Found better ways to celebrate
and venerate their special date;
They'd renovate and recreate
the joys of goin' fishin'.
For many years ago this day
they both agreed to go their way
through life together come what may,
the good times or perdition.
And though it's now an old cliché,
the best times all the bad outweigh,
But those which in their hearts will stay
were spent when they went fishin'.
Just another Warrenpiece
Categories:
renovate, anniversary, celebration, fishing, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme
Abreast I am.
committed I am
So why not with me?
Passion and vision you demand.
Seeing less from them you crush out.
The waving feather settles firmly on you.
Tasting your fruitfulness are doctors.
Serving them with you are teachers.
Floating on top are engineers
The juicy part of you abound.
Them mourn no more
Because you are alive.
Stress becomes the past
Because you renovate.
Morals you demand
And motive you serve.
Calling you procrastinator
Are who in your absence.
Fighting for your greatness
Are who knows your accent.
Your mission of filling orphaned heart
With happiness is aboard your minds.
You barge through bane
To camouflage poor with rich.
Just in time
You came to my presence.
Our camaraderie is animated
With the spirit of our own strength.
Oh!
How defined you are to me.
You are called the future.
Yes indeed you are.
Categories:
renovate, appreciation, education,
Form:
Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so he can runaway, and escape just to celebrate
He'd instigate and penetrate in almost anyway
He had no friends, cause they'd die, and souls would levitate
Always showed more love than hate, because he was his own medicaid
Only musically meditated, not truly educated but solely dedicated
To leave this world devastated, and "awe" within his presence
Cause I'll verbally murder peasants and it's not so pleasant
When this is their death sentence, Leaving them jealous
When they go to hell, and I'm attending the heavens
But the thoughts of you snap me right back
To the love and adolescence trapped behind a time gap
It's like I took a nap to relax and pass these lonely facts
But I got passed it, and regained my own passion
Passing by my own patronized actions
Probably now just pacifying and laughing trying to imagine
Why I was so maddened, I'm like a wolf blowing down pigs cabins
I'm the captain shooting lyrical cannons trying to capture the captive
The caption to the story is "Aladdin's reconnection with his Jasmine"
But it's forever lost, cause life it's not magic
It's just a tragic damaged planet filled with only havoc
Happiness is riddled upon his own sadness
Please move on to section 2!
Categories:
renovate, character, happiness, heartbreak, rap,
Form:
Narrative
It is not The Refrigerator almost empty or unplugged...
It was The Children with-in with All Their kisses and hugs.
It definitely isn't The Cheating Heart that cons and lies.
It was The Hard Working Parents that had often been seen and would try.
A Home isn't suppose to be filled with dynamic fighting and swears...
It was suppose to be filled with Happy Children to love,kiss,and reflect the care.
It isn't suppose to be painful or hurtful to step inside this House.
But a destroyed Parent drunk and disorderly was feeling like a louse. It is having Good Memories of Childhood to make OUR Places feel like a home...
Some may have to renovate,rebuild,and put up with a whole New attitude Zone.
A Home should of been filled with love,warmth,and comfort offered freely to hold.
Prayers said as Children are neatly tucked into a warm bed with stories to behold.
It certainly is not a beating for All the times You should of got One and did not.
Or hiding in fear in closet and feeling It is You very disturbed when it really rots.
It is The gathering of A Family dancing,playing Together,and singing Songs.
Never to be constantly Yelled at and condemned to always feel like Your wrong.
It is definitely not what You never got that turns sadness into horrific gloom.
It is the way We are not treated By Each Other when trapped in these rooms.
For A Place to feel like Home;It has to be sealed with passion and loving care.
It isn't to go back to a memory filled with heart wrenching tears and unbarring dares.
For Today My Place in life is staying with a Real Man filled with love to appreciated.
The regrets of Our past that We will never forget and forever recalling to hate.
To make A Place feel like a home is a way to replace hatred One Day at a time..
Held By A forgiving touch is A Family healing through The Grace of God in Our Prime.
09-18-2014
Categories:
renovate, abuse, anger, childhood, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
RENOVATION
"A battle against yourself is the thorns on a rose."
~Miranda Lambert
I walk
Head held high
Through a low valley
Searching … seeking … fighting…
Myself~
I am the sand
That buries my feet
Deeper
With every step I take
I pull myself down
Every step makes me weaker
I deceive my own eyes, and drown
Them in lustrous beauty
Deceit tells no truth~
Greener grass
Bluer seas
Seems preposterous to let pass
My mask is so divine
Nothing’s the same in a looking glass
Inviting myself to stay
Welcome arms wave my way
Deep into my allure
My own hypnosis forbade me to stray
Blinded by my eminent veil
That lured my feeble mind in rapt
Forthwith rooted myself in an underland
With silent moans of the entrapped
Over evil, good shall always stand
True sorrow sets my spirit free
Awake to delicate light
As it glimmers through my window
I hit my knees at the glorious sight
I’ve fought myself down an onyx road
At a time torn myself, borderline
I paid myself a visit
Defeated my inner monster’s shrine
She refuses to remit~
Asks why do I fight scared
I thought we love the life we lead
Here’s your chance to choose your destiny
Time to emit your final plead
Not guilty~
Inner demon from me part
Clean parchment, brand new quill
I can now renovate my heart
©2011-06-27
Miranda Lambert
Categories:
renovate, introspection, philosophyme, me,
Form:
Narrative
Small and Extra Large Loo
ma viewed her old man in a helpful mood
her sweetness turned to a fiery storm brewed
a two sitter for the loo
his and her tush fit for two
extra spicy will simmer in his food
Eve Roper 11/18/2016
Fred cut two holes in the dunny
His poor wife didn’t find it so funny
The HUGE hole for HER rear
Now filled HIM with fear
She could drop him in poop so runny
(Dunny is an Australian word for toilet)
By: Jan Allison 11/20/2016
Ma clenched her fists in anger when she saw
the two toilet seats constructed by Pa
he made hers entirely too large
then said her butt's big as a barge
Ma's in jail for murder~she broke the law
By: Lin Lane 11/20/2016
Papa was a sweet pleasing spouse
He built mama a new custom outhouse
One look was all it took
She caught him with a left hook
Widening the door all it took to rouse
By: Sonny Roper 11/20/2016
Nothing beats a good wooden throne
A two seater I’d really condone
Oh to share the sound of the plop
From things that tinkle and drop
I fear the wife, would rather go it alone
By: Mark Woods 11/20/2016
I have been ordered to renovate the loo
so my good wifey can go for a poo
the hole I cut was so large
as it had to fit her ****
Oh im in trouble now, what a to-do
By:Stephen Pennell 11/20/2016
Before Dad could reach the pit,
my enraged Mum took a fit.
The seat as we gawked,
made into a wooden stalk.
For my poor pitiful Pop.
By: Jean Murray 11/20/2016
Categories:
renovate, funny, true love,
Form:
Limerick
It had been locked
for longer than I want to remember
Firmly locked no spy hole
No keyhole
Nothing
to give away its secrets.
I had forgotten about it
It was designed so that it wasn't like a door
Just part of the wall.
'Til that day,
I decided to renovate the upstairs hall
Walls looked like they had seen better days
A few faded scuff marks, where,
Friends children used to play
White paint had a definite yellow tinge
Needed freshening up to look good
Whilst washing the walls
I remembered the room
My face went pale, felt sure to swoon
With trembling hands
I found the secret lock and
Then I opened That door
What a dreadful shock
Was full of what I had been
A slinky size 10 when life was a dream
My other self lived within
I cried for my self esteem
The flimsy lingerie were fun
Not a lot to be fair
Elegant blouses
Might as well
Not be there.
So sheer , So voluptuous
The clothes I once wore
Where is the body gone
That is what I want to know
Boobs gone south
Belly to put a belly dancer to shame
The only thing stayed
the same
Is my name
penned June 18th 2015
Categories:
renovate, body, growth,
Form:
Verse
Stepping onto foreign soil
I take my first newfangled breath
"Here skies are blue
And dreams come true" -
They say, this is success.
With every step I take, I see
My peers ten steps ahead of me
They all began
Where I now stand
Much earlier than me.
Every time I try my skills
They say I must conform my ways.
My mother- tongue
Is here, unsung
My culture in this land unpraised.
I now must renovate myself
Must keep the stars I long in reach,
So let me paint
A new constraint
Upon my heart as they reteach
My actions to be like the "norm"
I feel a new identity!
At first averse,
But now immersed,
I start my walk in novelty.
The path I trek is frightening!
No matter what, I need to fight -
I trip and fall,
With demons, brawl,
Torn to pieces, move in fright.
But now I stand upon a hill
And now the fog has cleared a bit
I stand achieved,
But soon I leave
To conquer mountains greater still.
Categories:
renovate, america, change, discrimination, identity,
Form:
Dawn, you fall upon striking radiance,
Birds lift the sky using wings patience,
Barren and wizened tree, I trust your vitality,
A sympathy that teams will ignite beauty.
In a palm tree, I sense the vicinity of God,
Insight into the immersion of her slid plod,
Unbounded in the knot of her whirling line,
Sprouts that grip her arm detect the shine.
A forlorn area with five palms and no plan,
A sequence can be upheld or a dream span,
The Sun, also the wind, renovate them up,
God is the lone neighbor of this turning shrub.
They sent me a brilliant association card,
Interface with each one or tool; odds aired,
An echo or soft spell will assist you to connect,
Permit a break to interfere with the planet.
Dwelling to gain my insight and future move,
If you're a skeptic, ignore others' reprove,
Alike fall leaves, beliefs, and flows are altering,
Take advantage of your mothers cunning.
The clay of life morphs sort of borne gold,
Hooray for the victorious funding reward!
Poems are alike tepid baths for the heart,
When the wind blow and the shrubs melt.
Connect with your spirit and the sacred tree,
I barely foresee the specifics of your jubilee,
To simplify your life, adapt rather than resist,
Ultimately, colors can evoke thoughts of drift.
I sense grace in how she sways in the breeze.
Dignity as she soars to the heights, appease.
She relaxes as she exudes the noxious air
She displays courage by resisting despair.
Written: May 15, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
renovate, analogy, beauty, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
Isn't it ironic
How the ones that yell the loudest
Are usually the ones that have the least to say?
And isn't it moronic how the ones that we should listen to
Are buried by the avalanche of useless noice we surround ourselves with each day?
And I wonder if anyone really still has anything of value left to say.
Or have we passed the point of no return,
And our pride won't let us admit that it's too late?
"I think humanity is such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the humans"
I trusted someone once.....
And the faces changed
The voices came and went,
But the song remains the same
Adorned within the rhetoric of what we want to hear.
Goose stepping perfect tempo
With the tickling of the ears.
Parroting the hypnotist
That controls us by our fears?
"I think religion is such a beautiful thing.
With the exception of the religious"
1933? Or 2016?
Find someone to blame.
Build up a head of steam.
Either Fox or CNN.
Suit up and pick your team.
But no thinking for yourself.
While they renovate your brain.
"I think voting is such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the ones we vote for"
Can our house divided
Ever stand again?
Or are our souls numbed by party platforms?
Will the puppet masters win?
Is my desire to be found right,
Stronger than my love for fellow man?
Our children heard a president
Say fire the sons of b--ch
Black hates white/white hates black
Our nation falling in the ditch
The world that we are leaving them
No longer making sense
"I thought the American dream was such a beautiful thing
With the exception of the nightmare it's turned into"
Social media is such a powerful tool.
Or is it I that am the tool?
Perhaps a prideful fool.
Anybody here, seen our old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I suppose the more things change,
The more things stay the same.
Categories:
renovate, angst, conflict, corruption, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
I know somewhere the round still goes
To sunset on a different eve
But here the sand between my throes
My aching spirit does relieve
And so my tired waves fold upon the shore
And the depth that stores pains
On the shallow beach finds space no more
To weigh my soul in rustless chains
Here alone I can hear God breathing bright
As evening's first and distant star
And in peace is now and in the coming night
My soul to hope is thrown ajar
For Sabbath comes restoring me to love, this
Nor jilted desire, nor chafed faith
Can ever sieged again; worship is happiness
And happiness my visions renovate
Categories:
renovate, faith,
Form:
Verse
you claim I'm over emotional
when my heart is in distress
telling me I'm irrational
adds to my pain and stress
I should find comfort
in your arms
not amplified hurt
and added harms
you try to change my identity
and completely renovate my core
pushing your masculinity
on a soul it wasn't meant for
I am a feminine creature
sensual and passionate
softness is my best feature
I'm sensitive and compassionate
so tired of being deprived
of true love and acceptance
this unfulfillment derived
from your utter ignorance
cherish my femininity
we balance each other out
I cherish your masculinity
isn't that what love's about?
Categories:
renovate, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Few days more my dreams need to come true,
In that heart me to kindle a candle
The conurbation of lovers’ to locate
And to renovate the ruins of past
And to patch up with a friend much annoy’d
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To heal the wound of love deep and down
To raise the pennon of pain so high
To make the wind pleasant and saccharine
To glide the kite of hope up in Blue
To make every troubl’d eye to gaze at it
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To cut a gate through that steel of hatr’d
Negligence, ignorance and the race
To let the air overtake the barb’d line
To make the earth a place universal
With no country, coinage and congress
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To make my beloved to touch the peaks
Of my platonic love so untaint’d
To make her heart soft, tranquil and calm
To discover listening the grief on beats
Battered down by nay but native sob
Few days I need, few days more I need.
To make a Brooke to sing not from book
But from the half dead voice of the poets
The verses they compose from broken beats
Nay with steel Nibs, but by the rib’s edge
To make the mass to pick up the ache
Few days I need, few days more I need.
Categories:
renovate, life, heart, heart, love,
Form:
Free verse
Take me home,
Where the magic is,
To find my forgotten noble soul
Wandering in the turf,
Since my world begins to turn around;
Take me home,
Where love precedes love
To stimulate passion of my childhood-
My pleasant, innocent days,
With all the smiling faces around
Inviting heavens to respond with showers of rain
Making every day a celebration,
Living thankfully and joyfully,
While creating magic and compassion in our lives;
Take me home,
Where happiness has landed
For my heart yen for morning melodies
Beauty floating through the universe
Tapping lives blissfully,
And leave sweetness roving around;
So, take me home
That's where I belong
To reconnect with my roots
And renovate my old hut
Make it flowery,
With memories of love, beauty and happiness
Categories:
renovate, philosophy, spiritual, universe,
Form:
Free verse