Best Reopened Poems
My shoes have traveled miles of roads
Their soles are worn quite thin
Struggling with this heavy load
I carry deep within
Beyond repair, no longer shine
Scuffed with many stains
It's mostly been an uphill climb
Some sunny days, some rain
A little big when they were new
With ample room to grow
This green stain here on my left shoe
Was puberty's first blow
Those salt stains there, that's sweat and tears
Still damp from being heartbroken
They've darkened some throughout the years
Old wounds that were reopened
There are no stains from happy tears
I finally understood
Obviously they disappeared
Right after parenthood
All these scuff marks 'long the sides
Well they're from clumsiness
From times I fell and hurt my pride
A reminding subsequence
They've danced and skated, loved and dated
Walked a few high wires
Death devastated, been mismated
Even walked through hell's hot fires
It's said that one can tell a lot
By looking at one's shoes
Until you've worn these shoes I've got
You really have no clue
an original poem by Daniel Turner
NOT FOR CONTEST
Categories:
reopened, appreciation, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
This POTD is dedicated to Di11y Da11y
who spoke the truth and paid the price!
to the unheard poet
you weren’t driven away
you moved beyond them
Once upon perdition
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos questioned reason,
hoping for a guilty plea
but the world was too far gone,
so began the killing spree
The Crier rang his leper bell:
“Our town’s a godless apparition”
Filling hearts with envy
of a once-dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in a pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
fallen gargoyles block civic square
Steeplejacks grow disoriented,
from looking up at disrepair
“That hole’s not deep enough,”
winked the jester to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
As the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive its willing slaves
With the apocalypse gathering pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward
a real madman in disguise
Said, “We need a scapegoat
—a martyr, an ultimate sacrifice”
He was crucified for being too clever;
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting fear of God in us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
At last when heaven reopened,
an eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overcast again,
sun went nova, boiling all life away…
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
reopened, life, metaphor, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Stranded in this place
I cannot recognize
Abandoned and lonely
No one hears my cries
AS i walk through this wasteland
Of wilderness and desolation
I am consumed with anguish
I walk this road with hesitation
On every turn that i come upon
The is more pain than at the last turn
Agony and torment spews from my pores
With every step i take more pain i earn
Until i am enveloped with grief
Buried alive on my feet
Dirt in my eyes,nose,mouth,and lungs
I throw up my flag of defeat
Each painful blow leaves behind a deep gash
That is constantly reopened never able to heal
Infection has now set into my heart
Slashes and scars on my body reveals the detail
Of the despair embedded deep in my soul
That tells a tale of a soul so lost
A soul wandering through this wilderness
A tale of what being born black cost
Categories:
reopened, abuse, angst, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
Written: November 26, 2023
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In ephemeral moments
Whispering remembrance,
Of gilded blooms
Once shoved
Embedded into priceless papyrus.
I dwell in visions that have faded away
Life is thwarted by shaping it
Beyond vibrant hues
Stardust tumbles down
Blisters of emptiness
A silence that pervades.
Alone, holding only gray
Sorrow tightened
A heart's wound is reopened
To beat uncertainty.
Into an intricate mind
Tones of gray scale.
Categories:
reopened, analogy, character, day,
Form:
Free verse
Alone in the night
A memory stood
Naked and cold and veiled
Fueled by the lie
Of destiny robbed
A ghost of itself
In hopelessness wailed
.
In fear the memory, frozen;
Heard a call from deep in the night
Apprehensive heart flooded with passion
A rhapsody to run to the light
The dirge of sorrow subsiding
With dawn overtaking the night
.
The substance of hope now rekindled
Evidence undeterred yet unseen
The call of the fathers resembled
The one forming and coming to be
The groan of creation upon it
Made by the Son to be free
.
The chains of religion now broken
The shackles of fear dissolved
Windows of Heaven reopened
Overwhelmed by the power of Love
.
Strength made perfect in weakness
Basked in the glow of the call
Gates of hell lying in ruins
With Grace overtaking the wall
Fear and hate shamed and defeated
And Life freely offered to all
Categories:
reopened, christian, courage, destiny, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Is a dessert costing twenty-five grand what you want?
You can find it in a Manhattan Upper East Side restaurant.
Made with twenty-one types of chocolate and sprinkled gold leaf,
this decadent frozen mousse is something beyond belief.
It comes in a twenty-three carat diamond-encrusted gold dish.
If you found Aladdin’s lamp, would eating this be your wish?
This would be something to brag about and quite nice.
However, the restaurant has been closed due to cockroaches and mice.
From a news story found on AOL.com
This was written a few years ago. The restaurant has reopened since.
Categories:
reopened, food, social,
Form:
Rhyme
By chance we met
We became friends at first
And best friends later
We shared everything with each other
The good, the bad, happy and sad..
It was all beautiful until that day..
The day he came into your life
Was the worst day of my life
You shared your good times with him
You gave him your valuable kisses
You gave him your all, and then some
I waited in vain for your messages
All I wanted was to hear your voice
To fill up this void you left in me
My life was never the same
Then there was trouble in your paradise..
He hurt you over and over again
But you loved him too much
You couldnt let go
He made you shed your precious tears
He took all your love
And never gave it back
Then you remembered me..
The one that was always there
The one that always cared
Always in his shadow, watching you
Crying invisible tears each time he hurt you
You came to me with your pain..
I became your tower of strength
I wiped your tears when you cried
I made you strong so that you could stand on your own
I put the sun back in your sky
I gave you wings to make you fly
And then you flew..
Away from me again
You reopened the void
You took away my sun
You left me in the cold again
You have forgotten me..
But I will never forget you
I always loved you
And I always will
Goodbye old friend...
Categories:
reopened, depression, devotion, friendship, lost
Form:
Free verse
His presence was like the screeching
From someone scraping a fingernail
Down a blackboard
But I would miss him despite it all
He wasn’t the one for me really
He was tempted by drink
And women and anything that
Wasn’t a reality in his life
His life is filled with lost moments
And lost causes because he
Doesn’t give in to the need to be
Responsible and caring
He said he loved me with his heart
But it was a love for what it brought
When I gave to him all that I had
And didn’t take anything back
He was afraid to really open up
No one knew what he was
Because he only showed his mask
Of joy and kindness and no grief
Grief was a part of his deepest heart
It wound around his soul creating
A wound that wouldn’t heal or scar
Because it was continually reopened
He was a liar with all that he said
No promises whispered that were fulfilled
He didn’t want anyone to see the real man
The one who had problems deeper than sin
And, sometimes, some ways, I miss him
Even though I never once believed in him
I could not because he was a broken word
That refused to be spoken or written down
Categories:
reopened, addiction, grief, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Free verse
Reflections on a Wall
From the valley floor
A stone arises,
Straight walls of polished blackness,
In between rolling, grassy knolls
Hidden in their cleft –
Arms open wide,
Welcoming pilgrims
Who in pilgrimage approach
It’s darkened face,
Burdened by their tears
Written on a page,
Wounded hearts, reopened,
In time and from far away
In air that hangs so somber,
Yet so full,
Like incense smoke,
Slowly lifting quiet sobs and farewell words
Into Heaven’s air
Until they meld
To final rest upon
The fragrant floral tributes,
As one clear voice of taps,
Bidding youthful souls
And mourning hearts be one again
Within the granite wellspring bubbling up
Like a flame - eternal as the spirit sighs
That rest within the stone -
Where life reflects back to the living
In a visage blank - a void -
Through the eyes of death
To see in the reflection
A mirror framed by silent tears
When hands held in mourning
Trace the outline of a signature,
Remembering the warmth shared
In first steps
Or love awakening,
Then reach out to touch the name
Etched into the stone
Reviving life,
Holding onto a youthful hand outstretched
For one brief moment rejoined with life -
Two souls touch -
Then pulled away into that space
That all mortal flesh fears
To bid adieu again
Across the finite portal into eternity.
Reflections on the Vietnam Memorial – Washington DC
Categories:
reopened, death, loss, soldier,
Form:
Free verse
Because I Live - MR
“I am the Resurrection and the life.” John 11:25
Because I live
And birthed life in a tomb
My beloved know the secrets
Of the blood stained wood
Where redemption wedded salvation
In a declaration
“It is finished.”
Because I walk again
On nail-scarred feet
My beloved see evil writhe in death throes
The vagabond heart
Abides
On mountain slopes
Of holy spice
Because I rise
My beloved revel in the Son like sunflowers
Raising valleys where shadows reigned
As moonlight dances
In an empty tomb
Joy lives as a legacy
Overwhelming opaque blind mists.
Because I live
My beloved and I dine on Alleluia
And hope daily appears
Through Eden’s gates reopened
With a key
Forged in anointed forgiveness
Fashioned with pierced hands.
Because I breathe
The Spirit of God breathes
Gifts
As my beloved inhale prophecy and promise
In new Genesis
For such a time as this
We live
Because I live…
4-14-23
Contest: Because I Live
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
reopened, jesus, life,
Form:
Free verse
My Love was buried for several decades
My reopened Soul, reopened My Heart
HER Beautiful Forest Eyes, soothing Eyes
Barbara Jean, YOU have found, my Lost Heart
My Dreams are YOU , My love is YOURS
FOREVER and ALWAYS my Heart beats for YOU
YOU are the fire that dwells , deep with-in my SOUL
YOU are the LOVE of LIFE that makes me Whole
To Be Cont. As My Heart Falls in LOVE
Dedicated To My PRECIOUS, “ BARBARA JEAN “
With LOVE, ALWAYS AND FOREVER “ YOURS “
Harry Daniel Johnson
Categories:
reopened, love, wife, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
reopened, allegory, humanity, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m here but I’m gone
Mouth open but no words drawn
A smile with no truth
People lie yet have no proof
I post on Snapchat
I’m public but I’m private
this anit no rhyme
But as I sit down and think
I realize all I have to do is time it
In my mind I have all these negative thoughts
As for my life it’s trapped in a metal box
My hearts been broken
rhymes weren’t spoken
The remedy for a broken heart is forever unknown
As the one who had the cure is under a tombstone
The voices in my head got me goin crazy
Make me have suicidal thoughts on the daily
Got a gun to my head
No one cares
Just shoot me
I anit got nothing to spare
My mind is blank
My soul is dull
The remedy for a broken heart plays
As my soul decays away
And now I’m gone.
I hope your happy.
It’s funny how people don’t know u when ur alive
Yet when ur dead they care
Why do u care bout me when Im dead
You didn’t take care of me when I was there
So forget about it
The fake friends
The deep ends
The crying at night cause nobody understood then
Just forget about it
Stop playing that part
They weren’t there for me
At all from the start
Yet when I barely escaped death
They acted as if you were scared
They are the main cause of the scars
I tried to move on
To let go
but when I tried they came back and ruined me
I believed in them
That they’ll help me out the dark
But they betrayed me
And just reopened my scars
Saying I was the cause of their pain
And that I was delusional and insane
I believed their lies
I hated myself
My heart is broken
Like pieces of glass
hoping for someone to put the pieces back together
But that’s impossible in this life part
Cause you know in reality
there’s no cure for a broken heart
Categories:
reopened, 10th grade,
Form:
Free verse
We are not your average - coffee shop and deli.
Here the atmosphere is happy - and the owners are friendly!
We can start you out with coffee - or something else if you desire.
Our goal is to please you - so are standards are much higher!
We have breakfast items - and yes we have lunch too!
Both are served throughout the day - no reason to be blue.
We're working on new items - to tempt your taste bud.
You don't have to continually settle - on other people's crud!
We have many tasty flavors - so you can mix and match.
Keep your hands on that drink - someone it may try to snatch!
We even have milk shakes - and they bring such delight!
They can turn your day around - and make you feel all right!
We're located on Francis and Lidgerwood - across the street from Double Eagle
Pawn.
So quit procrastinating - don't allow your palate to constantly Yawn!
Take out or delivery - whatever is your pleasure!
It would be a real mistake - to miss out on this fantabulous treasure!!!
Footnote: This quaint little (Old Pals) Espresso and Deli is in Spokane Washington. Current Hours of Operation are: 7:00 AM - 6:00 PM 7 days a week.
Addendum: They have closed the location I wrote about and do not know if they have reopened elsewhere or not. Was sorry to see them go.
Categories:
reopened, celebration, drink, food, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
When the night fell
Billions were injured
A million lonely hearts
Crushed under debris of stars
A thousand loveless lovers
Damaged by Saturn and Mars
Casualty’s wondered
Scared and forlorn in dark
Cry’s muffled only by a blanket
Of sky
Hearts were breaking
Old wounds reopened form the impact
Though not all were injured and distressed
Couples got together
For the occasion
Exited and undressed
Feasting on the fireworks
Floating on the clouds
Bathing by the light
Of the silvery moon
Until the day broke
And all to soon
The sun rose
Given the new light on the situation
The dying recovered
Their beds
Thankful night had passed
Patched up the wounds
And silently dreaded
Time moving to fast
Because to the lonely and alone
Every night
Is like the sky falling in
Stars are great company only if you have someone
To catch them with
And the moon just another reminder
That night has come
And again out-stretched on my bed
There is far to much room for one.
Categories:
reopened, life, love, sad, night,
Form: