Best Rephrase Poems
Another lost noon,
engraved as unforgettable
memoirs within my mind,
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked
reflections of a love rekindled.
My eager heart
is now hanging in the void,
yearning to swirl
through desert dunes
to exhale one more
dandelion dream
in the same air as you,
where quill and paper
were no longer needed.
For times that I
was inking
meaningless phrases,
were buried
deep down under,
as you were softly
scribbling dewy verses
of desires upon
my desolated skin,
rescuing darkness
with starving sincerity,
illuminating and hydrating
my urges with
prolific praising,
moulding every
imperfection of mine
into an abstract art,
naming them
with prismatic gems
on the night of confession,
beneath a sky full of stars
that were burning.
I’m now left with no
adjectives to alliterate,
how this sunflower
soul’s cry bloomed
within your
healing embrace,
where hailing
emotions were eased;
I knew then,
that’s where
I’ve for so long
wanted to belong.
The whirling gusts of
greedy gardenias
may say
roses aren’t fragrant,
but why am I yearning
to be the Juliet rose
in your graceful garden,
where petals glow
like rainbow-hued stardust,
I’m on a virtual venture,
wishing I had
Aladdin’s vintage lamp;
to grant me my
dose of you and I.
If only I could ride
above Arabian valleys;
on an amethyst
magic carpet,
stitched with
crystalline crescent sequins.
If only you could feel,
I’ve been dreaming
of daisy meadows
and dahlia lawns,
where memories
are fatal,
pushing me into a
labyrinth of
mourning magnolias,
searching for
balanced brightness,
although you
still wander
through a
foreign land~
faraway from “us”.
I hear your wings
adorned with
orchestric ornaments
ascending into
the celestial fields,
leaving me in an
astral connection,
with a jar of memories,
where I still keep
falling for you,
time and time again,
as you are my
beginning and ending,
the amorous poet
that wouldn’t
take love for granted~
like the pirates of
this heart-shaped odyssey.
And I shall forever be reliving
the fabulous February,
spent in your golden presence;
although, days together
were somewhat short
and nights were long,
we will rephrase this romance
relentlessly
into an everlasting love story.
the sky resonates
with what’s written in the silk of stars,
in pulse-burned pensiveness,
penned in poignancy,
personifying pain
with yellow-gold dust,
where lament liquefies and softens
into an ethereal lake,
chronicling it with surging blue sparks ~
an evening elixir, enveloped
in confetti cravings…
this l o v e knows not
the ingredients of
ephemeral effervescence,
as the thriving tip of twilight
manifests the magic of want,
whilst I tremble,
engrossed in the thought
of moon-flame touch,
brimming,
brewing,
breathing
across cups of catharsis,
concocted with caffeinated calmness ~
aligning the inner innocence
still longing in loneliness,
amidst seated strangers
lost in their own appetizing lyrics,
clothed in cold cobalt colors,
unaware of the emptiness
they feed their mindless muse
from superficial spoons
filled with smoke and silence ~
like scattered illusions,
illustrated with surreal ink…
what if I hold onto forever fallacies
hiding within?
would I be promised
a peaceful plate of patience
beneath ineffable iridescence ~
for I’ve feverishly struggled
to rephrase the verdicts behind
faces phasing in the haze of life,
sipping sorrow
as if it were mocha ~
balmy, bittersweet,
burning in sync with my
Swarovski crescent crooning
lullabies to diamonds dancing
in infinite nebulae,
carrying secrets the table holds,
served in sincere oblivion…
and I am still learning and healing
the soul’s breaking lines,
to leave lovelorn reveries
without losing the light of lucidity,
letting go of their narrow narrative
of me and my ache ~
of us and our heat,
as even the routined routes
could not erase what’s
handwritten in a heart made heavy…
so wait not for the
rise of supernova sanguinity ~
I am not the warmth of woven woes.
I am a charismatic chameleon,
~ c o m p l e x ~ cautious ~
catching comet-notes,
camouflaged in melancholic versions
of humankind,
hiding vulnerability
within firm flares of vivid vibrations…
O beloved night,
on this terrace, I devour, not alone,
but evermore lonely,
i m m e r s e d
in the forlorn frequency
of stellar fire…
Just how small can the smallest things be?
Is there anything even smaller to see?
Down where tiny particles are giants
discovered, observed and studied by science
Does the subatomic go in as far
as the universe's most distant star?
And from even a molecule's point of view
are there things even more minute to pursue?
Does infinity truly stretch both ways
without and within, or let me rephrase
Does the microscopic go on forever
in a vast and endlessly inward endeavor?
Are protons and neutrons the equals of
the planets and galaxies up above?
Whether grandiose or inconsequential
may your regard for each be reverential
For all creation should be held in awe
with its perfect alignment of physical law
From Canis Majoris to a hydrogen bond
and everything in between and beyond
We each are a part both great and small
of the infinitesimal and cosmic all
I d r
e a
m away
from the golden-laced drapes,
tracing smoke-veiled cloudscapes,
reminiscing rainbow reveries,
raining with musical laughter,
mirroring the sun within
my maternal spirit,
drawing cerulean smiles
across the kaleidoscopic sky
with initials of my
beloved June child.
As in acrylics, I find happiness,
and in palettes of pastels
I feel the twilight twinkles of time,
revealing rosemary reasons to rhyme
in rhinestone radiance,
releasing runes ~
ricocheting colors
of my hibiscus heartbeat…
O kismet constellations,
I breathe glitters of gratitude
to the sapphire stars
and swirling sparks
drifting through shifting monsoons,
cradled in the
blissful sighs of my son.
For in his presence,
murky mists of melancholy
fade into neon nothingness;
in his words,
a thousand gardens glisten and glow;
in his eyes,
I see hues of hope ~
ballad of a seraphic summer.
Perhaps, the voice of this
unconditional love remains
the synonym of happiness,
the syllables of zen,
and the metaphors of euphoria,
bound to the skin ~
of rooted truth,
truth of a mother
dressed in the dulcet dews
seized from the dawn
when he learned the light of life…
So let me rephrase,
in redundant dialects,
to write in coherent cadence,
of the warmth I weave,
of the peace I paint,
within jeweled lines of lavender…
I smile not because I see no sorrow,
but because my existence
is a mere iron-arched
gateway to guide astral rays
above the island shores
where his footprints echo,
porcelain patterns,
erasing fringes from
the blemished blurs
of grieving moonlight
caressing the sanguine sea
rippling with turquoise tranquility ~
a tale of teal tomorrow...
Like the sun awakened, from slumber grey
Blessing every tortured fray
embraced my soul, your glorious gaze
and set my lonely heart ablaze
like the sun amass a brand new morn
upon your whispered wind was born
our love, till endless ages sworn
like sun enveloped, rainy days
you devoured all my hopeless haze…
and since dost now my heart amaze
with joy and laughter, lifes’ rephrase
but like the sun,twas time to set,
now life dost seem just wretched fret
sunless days chase moonless night
drifting along alas lonely plight
A Godly gift you were to thee
rewarding every desperate plea
now I must sail amidst raging sea
blind to hithers destiny.
But I shall rise above the moon
Amidst the troubled waters swoon
For love like ours it strengthens mast
To ride relenting waters vast
Till time dost ask for my return
To the place my tethered soul doth yearn
And all my cares shall be set free
your womb my love this soul shall flee
where thine was always meant to be
in Heavens Grace… Eternally
The girls,
are growing up,
We forgot about that princess love,
The waiting for men to cover our broken bodies in their poetry love,
We let go of swallowed silent prayers of wanting to feel “pretty”
We ate their expectations and we vomited up the number of date rape cases.
So now here I am.
I’m 16.
I do not want princess love,
For I have learnt that more and more girls,
Are handcuffed to their fairy tales,
They lose themselves in Snow Whites Instagram mirror of beauty,
Until everyone is comparing themselves to the next “pretty”,
Until no one can even describe what it feels like to have joy or to experience happiness.
I am afraid of love,
Because of the only boyfriend I ever had,
Because he liked to take everything he couldn’t have,
All I have left now is broken syllables of a poem that once sang of my happiness,
So now I’m cold?
I’m afraid of cat calls,
And boys who laugh at intelligence,
And rape jokes.
I’ve been taught that love isn’t something I want to have,
Let me rephrase that,
The love that society shows me isn't something I want to have,
No more hiding my interests in fear of boldness,
In fear of the “oh” after initial interest,
I mean I’m tired of blaming myself for not being enough to satisfy Prince Charming,
Because I don’t have a pretty dress,
I have chosen no love,
Because honestly I am afraid that once people find that I’m hard to love,
That they will leave me,
Stranded on the steps of a palace,
Or broken down on a concrete pathway,
Or in the school bathroom after a sexual assault,
Or at the police station repeating myself over and over and over again,
because no seems to believe me.
But I will have to pick myself up
You know?
A teacher once told me
That guys don’t like short hair.
It was the day after I chopped off all my hair.
Now I know love means pretty.
But my hair is still short.
I don’t want princess love,
Cause I don’t need a prince to love me.
Cause Disney also taught me.
That a frog works just fine too.
Wasted days
Wandering through life’s maze
Trying to sort the truth from the lies
I call out, but it seems nobody hears my cries
With each futile attempt, something inside me dies
Skies overhead are filled with thunder
What was my worst blunder?
I wonder
To heaven I gaze
Lord, help me find contentment
In hope my hands raise
Yes, I know I was once blessed
Raised well by loving parents
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
I listen but hear no replies
My question I seek to rephrase
As much sorrow on my heart weighs
Searching for words that will not rise
Is there no cure for this malaise?
How did these sad feelings arise?
Forgive me, Lord, I’ll change my ways
I’m humbled; I will compromise
Contrition you’ll find in my eyes
Must I be sad throughout my days?
Is there no cure for this malaise?
*Combination of Trois Par Huit, Tanka and Rondel for Jared’s contest.
Why wake when first takes fade to night
Why wake when days evade your plight
Don’t ask to rule when thrones you lost apply,
To things you wish, keenly brewing bright
Don’t say you know
when the sun’s last chance arrives
Arrange your passions however you wish
And twist your eyes when they bewitch
Don’t ask of men to fashion a new breed
…the thought, of course, relies on me
Don’t look again
as I slip and slip
In fact your rangy words subscribe
to bottled pride repacked and retooled inside
To every hint of light this way derived
the prospect of insightful sparks you blight
Don’t send me a word
if my memories from your words may die
Don’t sign a cloud with brownish words of clay
A cloud is seen worldly through light and rays
Your words for clouds could thus retain
a will to cast all light aside and rain
Don’t cry for two
when clouds rephrase your words and fade
Don’t tell the truth
that saintly words of love unsaid remain
To paint with words and colored phrase,
We breathe new speech and set ablaze
The hearts once cooled, bereft their fire,
Now brought to life through told desire,
And splashing verse in poignant praise.
Our canvas aches to speak the ways
We'll shape the bourgeois to amaze,
And through our poems thus aspire ...
To paint with words.
We fill our nights and start our days,
By finding tropes to bright, rephrase
The common things our lives require,
And if we're blessed, perhaps inspire
Another soul that greets our gaze ...
To paint with words.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Rondeau" Poetry Contest, Charles Messina, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 / 8, 8, 8, 4 / 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 4, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Strand No 700, Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Gods Love is Unconditional Love
It Comes From Above
Walk in the ways of Christ,
Before You Leave each day.. within life
Stop and Pray.. May Jesus guide You in Your Walk,
May He give You Peace, Patients and Mercy
Show others You care.. Offer to share
Go out of Your way
Help each other everyday
Stop, Think and be a Friend
Do Love Tender heartedly.. tis Gods Command
That's to Love one another
Sister and Brother walk Hand & Hand
Only if many would just understand...
Beauty of Love.. Hearts of Souls
Help each other out, with-out a Doubt
Love is a Choice, even with Your Voice,
If You Complain, You will remain the same,
So, Let's Rephrase our ways
Let's Begin by Praise
Remember Edify Each Other.. Everyday
Love is the Key..
For All Victory over Everything
{Follow Jesus Christ}
Gods Love is Unconditional Love
It Comes From Above
Walk in his ways,
Before You Leave each day
Stop and Pray..
May he guide You in Your Walk,
and give You Peace, Patients and Mercy
Show others You care.. Offer to share
Go out of Your way
Help each other everyday
Stop, Think and be a Friend
Do Gods Command
That's to Love one another
Sister and Brother walk Hand & Hand
Help each other out, with-out a Doubt
Love is a Choice, even with Your Voice,
If You Complain, You will remain the same,
So, Let's Rephrase our ways
Let's Begin to Praise
Remember Edify Each Other.. Everyday
Love is the Key.. For Victory over
Everything
{Follow Jesus Christ}
A pure-hearted soul, a floating shining spirit,
The honest power to make someone clearest,
A natured life, where all suffer and feel,
But yet, the strongest must have no fear,
The passion the connects us all might disappear,
But only the trust would last longer to bear,
Criticize, criticize, without any shame,
It's you that one who'd take the blame,
Upon the fallen angels of devotion,
Go and regain yourself some emotion,
A human whose manners are misunderstood,
What we do is what shall we could,
The looks where we misjudge the closest,
No matter how far, no matter near,
This is unfairly the pain we bear,
The heart of the faith and hope will reveal,
Upon the disheartened ones should never be mere,
Inner beauty can't be seen,
But the glowing of a fair hero shall be clear,
Clear and pure enough to thee,
To shut the misbehave to ease,
The better person shall upheave,
Is the one who suffered all the calamity,
Regret of the mistreat will be seen,
For the future's sake, all peace, just wait,
Loyalty to love is so tender,
Which tender is so keen,
But can be broke, betrayal is the thief,
But only the traitor will culminate,
His dark deeds would engulf him,
That's the punish, ending covers,
All those people shall be diminished,
Just see and wait, and bear the thee,
Sibyl will come to bless all the hurt ones,
The pure ones who have sharp patience,
As sharp as a knife, that is the thrive,
You can have it, it's what you contain,
A piercing tiger heart is what you sustain,
Go equalize and dilate,
Go and run toward the gate,
The gate of dreams, achieve the hope,
Go floating like a tiger without a rope,
Just high-five the sky,
Come on and give it a smile,
From your pure heart that should be,
Pure, pure as a white blaze,
Awaiting the awakening of the wind,
So just be it, a white blaze,
With a pure heart, no need to rephrase,
Also keep on dreaming, and be sharp,
Like a tiger how you should be,
That a human, like how you are,
A white tiger is what you are.
Contest entry:
Forms: Sonnet (a,b,a,b) (c,d,c,d) (e,f,e,f) (g,g)
Three stanzas and a couplet(a summary) ..
Ten syllables per line
You may search and find a saying to inspire you please
include the quote on your work..
Please use_ A Penny For Your Thoughts as your title..
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A Penny For Your Thoughts
Father said, son listen to that church bell
Life just may beat you into submission
Or drag you deep into a living hell
To avoid that seek truth as your mission
Sound of truth rings so very loud and clear
Let goodness be your greatest living guide
On that path the Light casts away all fear
Your love and deeds you will not have to hide
Son asks, dad how can I always be sure
Will there not be days of terrible doubt
My son, live your life seeking to be pure
Then his love you will never be without
Tis' the courage to continue that counts
In this race , best we use our finest mounts
Robert J. Lindley, 03-14-2015
Poem contest entry...
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Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140 Total
# Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
N/A Total # Words: 115
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Nationality: English
Type: Statesman
Born: November 30, 1874
Died: January 24, 1965
"Success is not final, failure is
not fatal: it is the courage to
continue that counts."
Winston Churchill
My quote chosen comes from the famous and brilliant
quote from the epically great Sir Winston Churchill.
I had to slightly rephrase the quote to meet the ten syllable
requirement of the sonnet form used.
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Strikes me that the deepest thought we can ever have is this....
Where do we go after this life ends and how do we find that path?
My poem gives the answer that so many reject...
A lover
Not a fighter
Excuse me, I rephrase...
He does fight, not literally
But for a love
He used to call his own
His gentle hands
Has never held a rifle
for there's only love
In his searching eyes;
Eyes that have never seen
The ravages of war
He wages a battle
In love's battlefield
A love once his
Now someone else's
A white flag of surrender
He'll never wave
Until he captures again
His former lover's heart.
Date written: 08/29/2001
RE-THINK
Self-reflection rather than global critique;
Not better or worse—individuals unique
Searching solutions, as opposed to blame.
Fostering what is right, instead of the same.
Focus on traits that are strong;
More than what is wrong.
Words to rephrase—
Such as never and always.
Uncover all or nothing thought—
Must, should, have to, ought.
Things beyond control, versus choices elective
When negative things happen—finding perspective.
Barbara Campbell