Best Reopen Poems
skating upon saturn’s rings
endless ice cold arcs
innards of past moons shattered
blades reopen wounds
in my wake scars and chaos
proof ~ that I was never here
Categories:
reopen, deep, how i feel,
Form:
Tanka
Somewhere between fallen flares
of an untouchable phoenix~
and the nostalgic red of crimson horizons,
I feel the amethyst embers of longing
illuminate rambling roses
that mourn within my hibiscus heart.
O beloved Love,
I long to be your tulip twilight
adorned with unfading mauve haze,
where green-gold scribbles of sunset
erase interlaced flaws,
to harbor blue-black mists
twirling above tides of tainted topaz…
and I will thrive amidst
storms of insecurities,
as the Swarovski Horse of Poseidon,
crystallized in resilient silver,
gleaming in glowing grace,
beyond dews of darkness,
shifting the aroma of pomegranate’s kiss.
There, peonies of peace
feast upon decadent delicacies
in the barren garden ~
flourishing with jilted jasmines.
I wonder, will these metaphors
woven across my canvas in perfumed ink,
speak the songs of my splintered spirit?
For the moon no longer sings
the melody of my soul,
and I refuse to choreograph
a diabolical dance for resentful ravens,
collecting twigs from tortured trees,
as the crescent smile
wanes into neon nothingness.
Yet while the witching hour beckons
skeletal remnants to rise
as celestial ashes,
I go insane, lose my incandescent light
that glistens in opalescent hues,
leaving my quill to suffocate in solitude,
unable to grasp the musical muse,
to stitch sorrowful sonnets
with seething synonyms.
O stringed sapphires
sailing above the meadow of melancholy,
forgive this coffin curse ~
it holds carvings of a corpse bride,
aching to be seen beyond the kohl shawl~
cloaking the frost-glazed silhouette,
weeping woeful elegies
while slumbering in the
amorous arms of Orpheus,
for in your absence, I cannot breathe,
and sleep screams
like a long-forgotten miracle,
needing an oracle to
alchemize a soothing potion…
So lay me down in a bed
of deep daffodils and thorns,
watch me plead for merciful rain,
to free obsidian tears of terror,
while my psyche bleeds
grammatical mistakes.
I am forever trapped in tremors of agony,
unable to reopen galactic gates
of euphoric escape,
so tonight I’ll let the torrents of torment
embrace inked insanity…
Categories:
reopen, absence, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
Reveled in ancient times, words escape from the crevices of nature
Through soils that many have tread
The living and the dead
Eat everything and take a great big look
Something is waiting for you—someone is there for you
The history of mankind will not tell you otherwise
The vines of truth and peace surround your being
You are something new and true
And the words are willingly fleeing from my grasp
Life is a spinning top—it spins as long as you keep it going
Manmade trinkets are concepts of lives untold
Objects hold energy that are more powerful than mere words
The feeling behind the whole of it all is all too satisfying
Listen to the breeze
It whispers riddles that lift the spirits of the deep
I can hear it calling
Can you?
Humanity has closed its breadth of hearing
But they can always reopen!
Consume me—let the fires of your passion envelope me
I want to know everything I can before I leave this world behind
I want the living and the dead to be satisfied in luxuries
Luxuries of love, appetite, desire and cool water fire
There is a secret rhythmic chord in every brain
You must accept yourself
You must accept your surroundings
Let them curl all around you—let your heart turn from serpentine to
Clear fluid
Consume the waters
Consume me
Before the worms in the soil soak in what is rightfully yours
The earth will be your companion
Engorge what you may . . . but respect
Categories:
reopen, death, fear, friendship, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
My body tenses.
The soft padding of footy pajamas
approach
tiny fingers grip my eyelid
lift it....
Bright eyes gaze into
the freshly opened eye.
A voice shouts....DA!!!
The other eye opens.
Yes I'm in here.
......And he knows it.
His PJ's had that
"potato in a pocket" hang.
I close my eyes...
reopen them...
he's still there...
he shouts again....DA!
Milk dribbles from his chin
as he struggles
to master the spoon
Cheerios dot his forehead
as he throttles a banana.
The "eye" sips coffee
tries not to laugh.
The dog laps up
his portion of sharing.
It was a good morning.. until
he pried my eye open
then....it became
.......A GREAT MORNING
John G. Lawless
2/15/2021
Categories:
reopen, dad, fun, kid,
Form:
Free verse
Up in the sky I see God's handiwork
Not the same in my home
Love left so long ago
Open wounds have healed
Velvet thread was used to sew
Every break in the heart but
Drops of blood leak around each stitch
Unfeeling now each time the hurts
Not the same as years ago
Lonely from years of manipulation
Open wounds want to reopen
Velvet thread is getting very old
Every new break pulls
Drops of blood still seep through
Unguarded the heart is exposed
Nothing has changed
Left is only pain that is composed
On top of the broken heart
Velvet thread is getting soaked
Every drop of blood spills onto it
Death from a broken heart is near
Categories:
reopen, heart, heart,
Form:
Acrostic
To all who may never know
Let me try to show
The deep and heavy cost
Of having tragic loss
Confusion and disbelief
Strikes hard before the grief
Many wounds cut deep
And pain denies you sleep
Gut wrenching turmoil deep inside
Shattering sorrow you cannot hide
Heart pounding blood into your head
Wishing now, you too were dead
Clutching at your belly
For the one you loved so dearly
Crumbling from the pain
You'll never be the same
When that fateful message comes
Burning like a thousand suns
And tears of dread, sting your face
Joy makes way, for sorrow, takes it's place
The tears will go one day
This is what they say
While every day you're trying
To keep yourself from crying
Those memories together were made
These memories they will not fade
And reopen the cuts of wounds so deep
These bloodied treasures that you keep
No potion can ever mend
No dressing can ever tend
As days and months have gone away
This festering rage is here to stay
Till the time is come again
That tragic day is like a stain
That time will never be gone
Where their spirit last shone
The moment it draws near
As you fight back the tear
This pain you cannot bear
For it has been one year
As you sit back and swallow the drink
And feel your life begin to sink
And darkness comes around
The room no longer makes a sound
You sit in place and stare
No more their love to share
You pray the silence take me
From visions I do not wish to see
Ten years on today
It's still not gone away
This deep and heavy cost
This truly tragic loss
Categories:
reopen, bereavement, cry, dark, death,
Form:
Elegy
To discover life
we must to reopen wide
our doors and portals
Categories:
reopen, adventure, allusion, creation, metaphor,
Form:
Haiku
I don’t know if owning a beautiful home,
Facing the sea, makes happy,
There are people who do not manage their thoughts,
And that makes them dangerous,
There are people who are convinced
That the Eiffel Tower is the center of the world,
And this makes them toxic,
I don’t know if going with a friend on a fishing boat
Makes happy,
There are people who do not know how to admire a sunset
And that makes them dangerous,
I don’t know if painting Breton watercolors,
Makes happy,
There are people who can’t dream,
And this makes them toxic,
There are people who cannot stand the silence of heaven,
And that makes them dangerous,
Living at the Tinduff, perhaps helps to understand this,
To gather before the sea, to face the cloud of happy fools,
To take possession of the castle of the setting suns,
To reopen the sacred book of landscapes.
Je ne sais pas si de posséder une magnifique maison,
Face à la mer, rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne gèrent pas leurs pensées,
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Il y a des gens qui sont persuadés
Que la tour Eiffel est le centre du monde,
Et cela les rend toxiques,
Je ne sais pas si partir avec un ami, sur un bateau de pêche
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas admirer un coucher de soleil
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Je ne sais pas si peindre des aquarelles bretonnes,
Rend heureux,
Il y a des gens qui ne savent pas rêver,
Et cela les rend toxiques,
Il y a des gens qui ne supportent pas le silence du ciel,
Et cela les rend dangereux,
Habiter au Tinduff, permet peut être de comprendre cela,
De se recueillir face à la mer, pour affronter la nuée des imbéciles heureux,
De reprendre possession du château des soleils couchants,
De rouvrir en grand le livre sacré des paysages.
Categories:
reopen, art, beautiful, french,
Form:
Free verse
With Summer eye aglow,
as sidewalks briskly bake.
The stern teacher, asleep.
Old books dusted with shake.
In the Autumn, reopen.
Reopen
with Summer eye aglow,
Buds open.
The sea of Galilee, gallant,
Christ places sole
Of each foot, stirs fear of mankind
Upon ebb and flow,
With Summer eye aglow.
Walks sans pit or pratfalls,
The Son of God - listen
When He calls.
The apple of God’s eye, He shines
In the bleakest days.
Though the proud couldn’t see,
Indeed, the Spirit did raise.
Calvary couldn’t hold Christ down,
As man cannot hold
The royal diadem crown.
That’s too bold!
Upon the earth and sea,
Briskly walks gentle pace -
A constant flow from heaven,
Flow of grace.
With Summer eye aglow,
From creation burns,
Ancient teacher awake -
Mankind learns.
Categories:
reopen, christian,
Form:
Lyric
You are told there is no pandemic.
You are told it’s all a hoax.
You are told it’s a deep state conspiracy.
Three thousand deaths here,
three thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
And then you learn it will end in two weeks.
And then you learn testing is available for anyone.
And then you learn there’s enough ventilators and masks.
Five thousand deaths here,
five thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
But you are assured it will be over by Memorial Day.
But you are assured that hydroxychloroquine is the magic elixir.
But you are assured the states can all reopen.
Ten thousand deaths here,
ten thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Surely you believe it will be over by summer.
Surely you believe drinking Lysol is the cure.
Surely you believe there will be no second wave.
Fifty thousand deaths here,
fifty thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Now you know all the health rules go too far.
Now you know about the government plot.
Now you cheer on the Neo-Nazi protestors.
One hundred thousand deaths here,
one hundred thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Intertwined in survival,
no one is an island, John Donne observed.
Do not ask for whom the death tolls.
It tolls for you.
Published: Dissident Voice, July 26,2020
Categories:
reopen, allusion, america, death, funeral,
Form:
Political Verse
It always seems it may not always have been to clear
Telling mother you’re not sure about who you are
What you thought she was always expecting to hear
Went right into her heart like a knife to reopen a scar
And to finally come to see, no one could erase all the lies
No matter how I try I feel like a star in the sky after it dies
Reminding me life is just a quick sparkle alone in the skies
One thing is true, and that I wish is, that I never knew
The truth will always remind me of, my Mothers eyes
But the truth is here and my heart cries as I look out to the skies
And just admitted the truth and dropped this phony disguise
Now I will always be alone in the cold lonely darkness of the skies
Lost in the black holes of the heavens, hidden behind my Mothers eyes
And I can’t get away from the things that I still feel and hear
The whisper of a sigh and a cry, and the drop of a tear
Don't know why I hadn't thought, or known, but now I realize
In the overtones of their cries , tears, and all of their sighs
I will always remember, I saw it all, with my own Mothers eyes
Categories:
reopen, gender, identity, love, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Dark clouds drift slowly across the leaden sky.
The air is stagnant, still, heavy with promise of the tempest to come.
Standing, abandoned, forlorn, on the edge of the abyss I wait.
Tears of anguish course down my cheeks, vanishing into the dust.
My head bowed in grief as if in worship to the god Aeolus.
The sound of my low sobbing a mantra to his approach.
Dark clouds drift slowly across the chaos in my mind.
The old fear has brought forth the fruit of despair as it was ordained.
Sounds of thunder arise, the harbinger of the furore to come.
Thoughts of what has been lost, expunged, from my view overwhelm me.
Memories, so many memories so many colours all turned to grey.
The moan breaks free rising with the wind, a sirens song of futile love.
Dark clouds drift slowly across the ruin of my soul.
The sky is lit with bolts of white light joining heaven and earth.
Scars of wounds long healed reopen, I bleed for each friend lost.
Terrible is my lament as my head rises and I turn to face the gale.
More than heart can bear, the pain, the grief, the loss, my true friend.
The crescendo of sound and light is reached, the edge of the abyss stands empty.
Categories:
reopen, best friend, death, loss,
Form:
Narrative
Metaphor of fraud
In the road of loneliness I remake my morning prayers
Yellowed silence buries last memories
Autumn and curtain above my book are broken
Yearly rain writes an anonymous journal
There are no words between metaphors of tears
I bite darkness, fonts and white letter
Due to the rust of time the promise digests
In the corners of ignorance a broken violin hushes
Char lips I begin the ballad of fraud
A frozen key cannot reopen any door anymore
The same you walk and smash, the same you wake up,
the same you raise and fall,
Lie and cry or be quiet, but kiss the mornings in the heart
Categories:
reopen, love,
Form:
Personification
Forgiveness
Reopen channels to His harmony,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
Reclaim the pathway to eternity.
Though hurt at times and bleeding thoughtlessness,
the steps to understand may ease the pain,
let honesty emerge, forgivingness…
To pacify the soul emotions gain
acceptance, whispering to judge no more
in steps to understand and ease the pain.
Forgiveness paves the way, unlocks the door
with prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord,
acceptance whispering to judge no more.
An inner peace and calm brings its reward
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Give prayer of thanks, lift others to the Lord.
Let angels guide in roads that intersect.
Reopen channels to His harmony
enlarging faith with love… Forgive. Connect…
Reclaim the pathways to eternity.
Janet L Vick
Terzanelle form
Categories:
reopen, inspirational, prayer, faith, prayer,
Form:
Terzanelle
The rain-god bursts in Himalaya regions
With snow-covered mountains and deep forests
There’s Kedar temple for Hindu pilgrims
Coming to worship the god in thousands
Sanctum Sanctorum inside the temple
Of Kedar revered by millions of Hindus
A bleak picture of purses, bags and shoes
All personal things lay strewn in ample.
Outside the temple vandals had free hand
Houses, cars and what not flooding in
Thousands of people dead or stranded
Millions waiting to hear about their end
There’s no right or wrong way to cope with pain
Time, can renew and permit you to mend.
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Contest : Grief by Shadow Hamilton
9th place win
The Kedarnath temple, one of the four pilgrimage centre for Hindus world over, is in the Himalayas at the height of 13,500 feet. There was a cloud bursts and then heavy rainfall which was about 375 percent more than the benchmark rainfall during a normal monsoon. It is feared that 20,000 people have died. This happened around 14th to 17th June, 2013. There is a news now that the temple will reopen. On 1st of October i.e. after nearly 95 days. Surprisingly, there is no danger to the idols of the Deity Shiv or Nandi , the bull.
Please visit my blog, if you want to see the video clips on the tragedy
Categories:
reopen, grief,
Form:
Italian Sonnet