Best Repainted Poems

I dyed my small world
In the colours of grief
I couldn’t find comfort
But I longed for relief

All my fabric was dark
I was shrouded in black
The weight of the world
Felt full on my back

I walked amongst shadows
With a feeling of dread
No one could reach me
with the words...

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In my grandpa’s field I stand midst rows of grain
 whose gray-green blades stir softly in the moaning wind.
A night chill permeates my skin.
I look down at my arms and legs and realize
I’m a little girl again!
How did I get here? Why am I now...

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His soul portrays the eyes of a wolf,
lost without his pack - banished from his territory. 

In his deceptive demeanour,
hiding his depressive state - he howls at the moon.

An outcast unable to dream,
he adorns a false smile at sunrise,
as he's still scarred from
the house he...

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Summer sun minutes are counted

                          Nature clears space for autumn

          ...

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"N/A in Open Poetry 8"
“Nothing gold can stay” Title of short poem by Robert Frost

Once upon a time
       I was a stream that trickled along carefree,
         knowing nothing of the mighty...

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The roadside implement left without attendant, 
an objective lesson of technology progression. 

Long lacking use, should be rot and rust. 
Yet is anything but, even years without digging rut. 

A hand once guided, a horse once dragged. 
Hung up like the harness, and the feed...

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TULUM

a fortress on the cliffs,
smiles down
at the paradisaical
Riviera Maya.

iguanas, reside in ruins,
overlooking
the Caribbean sea,
sitting pretty
for photographs.

long gone from old world -
sacrifice and fear,
Mayan riches and power,
of Playa del Carmen.

iguanas rest, play
tourist peek-a-boo,
never give thought nor sorrow,
to the people of yesteryear.

we don’t fear their reptile existence,
their...

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Funny Kids Contest
Sponsor: Team Poetry Soup

Once there was a funny girl,
She painted all her walls bright pink,
Then one day she woke up,
And the pink turned into purple ink.

She said, “mommy, what happened?
I miss my bright pink walls!”
“Oh, honey you don't remember?"
Lil' missy had to stop...

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Starting, 
again and again,
and again and again.

Each start, preceded by a step that was stopped with a monumental screech in mid motion, locking the brakes on a tire of movement.

Trepidation looms, 
failure hung in the air like the dank moldy smell permeating from the basement...

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A new deal was signed
Plantations workers laid down their tools
Freedom songs were sang everywhere
The birth of our liberty emerged


Our heritage we vow to defend
The root of our liberty we sure to protect
Upholding the lone star we will never desert
Its banner over Liberia we shout in...

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The Valentine dress
A shock and surprise full of red and blue
coming from a heart, mine is devoted to
and from a hand I so value as my cute protection.
It is colourful, fitting and above all an exhibition of love.

The pan
A symbol of my dedication to the...

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Because of you
I'm all here
Buried all the pains
Dug a new chapter
Imported new feelings
Seeded hope 
Exported all the grievances
Took hold of the promises
Watered the heart
Cementing the broken pieces together
Laminated the smile
And on the wall I nailed it
Began a tireless journey
Wishing for the best
Trusting the eyes
Enjoying the...

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Honey carry this

Dad the toilet is overflowing

Can you move the sofa there instead

Does this smell bad

Just three more stores Honey

You can build that easy

Sorry about the truck Daddy

Dad can you fix this

Honey I think it's time we repainted

Oh did you already finish Dad, I would...

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There are some colours
that can never be repainted,
marks that can never be removed
and stains that can never be covered.

Move on!
My past loved one,
don't hold unto my shoulders
as though nature formed us together.

We've once crossed that bridge
but even before reaching its middle
we had crashed into the...

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As just-hitched kids, we drove 
a Model T Ford with a crank 
for the engine, and a running 
board.  My big brother sold us 
his old carriage as a first car for 
a brand new marriage. Never mind 
it was his hunting car, repainted
and...

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