Best Reshapes Poems
Verse 1
I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life’s storms come your way
I can be the one you’ve longed for
'Cause I hear the words you don't say
Pre-Chorus
Let the past slip through your fingers
Those old ghosts fade from sight
Take my hand and feel the difference
You're walking into light
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Verse 2
Your eyes could light the skies tonight
That coy smile, wow... it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts
Bridge
Drift away, lay your fears down
On this shoulder made for you
In the hush, hear my vow, my truth—
Every dream you dream, I’ll pursue
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Outro
Being with you, I’m filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no need to hide
In the morning, I’ll be your first sight
This is how it feels...
When our worlds collide
Categories:
reshapes, destiny, dream, emotions, fantasy,
Form:
Lyric
Cityscape
The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
In straight lines
Of hard edges -
Peaks of
Right angles perfected
Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the horizon
In full frontal
Silhouette
Cut from ebony shades,
When daylight sinks into the shadows
And twilight goes down meeting midnight
One dimension pyramids,
Floors layered by steel reinforced
Triangulated honeycombs,
Octagonal rounds
Gather cotton clouds
Topping off their naked crowns,
Lofty spires
Scrape the midnight
To gather far flung stars
Flat rectangles with jute box tops
Soar with arches -
Lines leaping up and sliding down -
Squares low and squat,
Took up their space,
Yanked from the line,
Openings left
Like toothless
Grinning;
Concealed within the cityscape unblinking
The murmurings of urban sighs,
No rise and fall of breathing,
Foundation’s feet bound in stone
Swaying only when magnum cores
Tremble moving plates east to west, north to south;
Unseen
The doorway cradle songs
Of shivering dreams,
Desperation
Pacing
On the nineteenth floor
Fauna’s night perfume
Floating up behind dark floral gates
Of swirling iron
Grids of neighbors – blocks of neighborhoods -
Graphs of boulevards winding round,
Absent from the cityscape.
Inspirational verse – “When the lights go down in the city and the sun shines on the bay; do I want to be there in my city….I want to be there in my city.” Journey
Categories:
reshapes, art, city, night, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I saw him before I saw her…(I believe she was holding the door.)
There was a far away look in his eyes as he shuffled his feet on the floor.
I felt a twinge of sorrow for him as he slowly labored past
Each step seemed so difficult…more challenging than the last.
I saw her next when she caught up to him and I thought how nothing could compare
with the smile on her face as she helped him to his chair.
She fixed his hair, she straightened his clothes with an ease, a tenderness…a grace
and as she tended to his every need that smile never left her face.
I did not know this couple whom I assumed were man and wife
but as I watched them endure the ravages of age I imagined younger moments in their life.
The moment hey first met, when they fell in love…when they lived in younger skin
I imagined them with friends and family…imagined all the places they had been…
A lifetime spent in love together was not difficult to surmise
I saw it in the gentleness of her touch…and in the sparkle of her eyes.
When our eyes met for a moment I saw how her smile was masking her pain
and I thought how the more her husband slips away…the more her love remains.
I believe when we happen upon one another…even momentarily in a day
from every brief encounter…we take something away.
It may be a look…a smile…a glance…a gesture from afar
that finds it’s way into our heart and reshapes who we are.
As I left my brief encounter and walked to my car in a misty rain
I thought about that moment…about how she smiled through her pain…
and though there was a hint of sadness as I drove home by the sea
it wasn’t her sadness…it was her love…I took away with me.
A love so beautiful…so everlasting…so quietly proclaimed
It made me smile when I thought of it…
knowing I’d never be the same.
Categories:
reshapes, age, love,
Form:
Verse
The Einstein paradox annotated ...
USA acronym:
unknown subspace anomaly
This astounding scientific breakthrough came by sheer accident,
the stuff of comic book portent
Bruce Banner employed by Bruce Wayne,
Tony Stark interviewed by Clark Kent
The dissemination of imminent advanced space travel
was met with global awe and dissent
Such is the case with earth-shattering news
Mankind standing on the precipice of
journeying between the stars
Distance no longer to be of any consequence
Mankind’s knowledge evolving on a precipitous path,
emerging from their planetary cave
to dwell well beyond their birth star
In a space station laboratory,
a rogue experiment runs amok
Shards of broken time
cuts through the spatial tissue of the temporal divide:
The future reshapes the past,
all known laws of physics shattered like glass
Thus, the subspace phenomenon occurs —
An unintended consequence unfolds,
a time loop periodically opens and close
Mankind now possessing the ability to travel unimpeded
through uncharted channels of space and time
Bursting from their solar quarantine ...
Humans will soon become viewed as a pestilence scourge,
spreading like a contagion among the stars
Busting loose from their terrestrial nursery confines,
waving a quantum gun of time
Forever seeking knowledge of the gods
is humanity’s most endearing cosmic crime
Categories:
reshapes, humanity, science fiction, space,
Form:
Free verse
Life fulfills itself through you,
All the while, seemingly drowning you and saving too.
You believe you are the architect of your destiny,
As you rise through your own tears and sweat,
Life smiles, lends its touch, reshapes your path.
Like the wind under the wings,
flowering and blooming in your name...
It flows and you flow along,
With you and within you, it sings its songs
Categories:
reshapes, life,
Form:
Blank verse
BEWARE the BEAST! She bites! She Snores! She Snorkels!
No wonder Dragon likes her so much! She also Snarls, and Drools!
No one dares to wake her up… After they’ve done it, a time or two.
Yes! This is our leader, the one, Dragon thinks is so wonderfully Cool!
The beast is totally in control… Even Grandpa Troll gives her, her due.
She forms our thoughts and reshapes minds, with only, her look so true.
No one would ever gainsay her word, or trouble, it would definitely brew!
Now who is this one… who is sound of limb… and even fiercer of mind?
No! I dare not tell you! She’s hears everything, reacting quickly, all the time!
It all started when she bought a ‘self-help’ book on the new Internet line.
Followed by ‘Be The Assertive One’, and then ‘How to be in Control!’
That was when we all backed off, and where she definitely, lost control!
When she read an ‘Efficiency Training Book’, our hopes were truly gone.
We want our old MOM BACK! We should never have complained, on and on!
Honest we’ll NEVER do it AGAIN! We’ll be ANGELS… truly, one and all!
Yes! We’ll even stop to make our beds. And then we’ll be no trouble, at all!
We missed the days of Fun! Fun! Fun! So we quickly devised a great plan!
We brought her a cup of her favorite tea, with a chill pill dissolved inside.
Then we tucked her, gently, onto the couch, as she was about to drift off.
She awoke with the TV remote, in her hand. Her favorite shows were on.
We confiscated those new books, and left, her old cookbooks in their wake.
It might take a day or two… but we see signs that a full recovery she will make.
Lets just give her an itty bitty little break… Then get ready her running shoes.
She Snarls, and Snorkels, Snores, and Drools. She’s back! Mom! We love you!
Categories:
reshapes, fantasy, fun, funny, happiness,
Form:
Light Verse
I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
Categories:
reshapes, on writing and wordsemotions,
Form:
A mighty force lurks out of sight
Far out o'er the sea
About to bring a monstrous fight
Like none we've ever seen
The time winds by and on the air
The wind is first to show
It starts out as a breeze so fair
But endless is it's flow
It picks up strength and close behind
The waves march up in force
Starting small but larger still
They crash upon the shore
Sheets of rain pour in and bring
Lightning with thunder booms
The storm is here its clouded rings
Over the city looms
Stretching vastly north to south
It surges on full steam
A powerful force within its clouds
To flood the streets and streams
Abandoned towns lie in the path
As well as cities large
A war upon this nation hath
This storm declared its charge
It turns the day to black like night
Invades the cities holds
Upon the shore it bears its might
Reshapes it in the cold
Boardwalks fall into the waves
Their hungry mouths want more
It gouges harbors into caves
And floods the lower floors
The rains join in and now they lay
To waste the country land
Two northern storms join in to play
Snow is now at hand
Lakes are formed in valleys low
Where cattle used to graze
While higher spots are cold with snow
The world all in a haze
Hours pass and now the storm
Its strength starting to fade
A hope is seen and human forms
In streets now start to wade
A mighty cry goes up at last
The storm moves on its way
The time has come and now alas
The cleanup will take days
Surviving souls will always see
This storm in their minds eye
Though the hardest times are yet to be
The sun shines in the sky
A nation rises up to save
And help life start anew
For we are all one and the same
The red the white and blue
Categories:
reshapes, natural disasters, tribute, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way,
On land where layered rocks records eons before –
Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day.
Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar.
Those thieves took, tackle, grain, food, and wine grapes.
Two rife and rifled cowboys planned to settle the score!
Rugged and fearless with sweat on hot napes,
They rode where the rattlers and bull snakes call home.
Both galloped fast and hard … must not let thieves escape.
But they stopped with their horses when they saw bison’s roam.
Felt stillness; saw vastness; amazed, each life reshapes.
The wilderness teaches with its silent, “Shalom.”
Paused, distantly viewing weird-wonderful shapes.
Great towers of fossils that give wildlife a home.
Two soul-searching cowboys ponder nature’s landscapes.
While prairie dogs and cottontails run for the loam,
The bobcats and vultures look down on the plains.
And turtles stay still in their portable home.
The Bighorns and badgers walk gullies in rains.
Meadowlarks sing songs while pretty pronghorns prance.
There, valleys hide critters in flowers and grains.
It’s a desolate land; so, it seems at first glance.
Plenty of majestic views extending for miles,
Masking deadly dangers that stalk the great expanse.
But back on the ranch families stock up woodpiles,
They tend to the gardens, feed chickens, and cows.
Their work is quite hard but they manage with smiles.
The villains still steal and the farmers push plows.
But two soul-searching cowboys made Heavenly vows.
Copyright October 12, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Cowboys in the Badlands -
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
reshapes, conflict, nature, science, spiritual,
Form:
Terza Rima
Time reshapes reality;
as the years go zipping by.
And yet, nothing changes much;
the same stars light the night sky.
I pray for all wars to end;
so that no more soldiers die.
But the folly of those hopes;
makes the poet in me cry.
There are no superheroes;
to fight for the little guy.
And justice is far from blind;
based on the lawyer you buy.
Political corruption
has bid common sense goodbye.
A poor man is born to lose;
sure as birds are born to fly.
Defending democracy;
disappointment's always nigh.
For truth is the only truth;
everything else is a lie.
Categories:
reshapes, feelings, imagery, philosophy, society,
Form:
Rhyme
A beacon of strength, my mother dear,
Always by my side, always near;
A leader and guide, that's what she's been,
In all of life's journey, through thick and thin.
Her adventures have taken her far,
On boats and planes, to distant shores;
A woman of sacrifice, dauntless and strong,
Her love and care, a fire that burns long.
In the coldest of nights, she keeps me warm,
Her love molds mountains, reshapes every form;
She held my tiny fingers with tender care,
Guiding me through life, always there.
From the pain of childbirth, she bore me,
A mountain of strength, none could foresee;
Her shadow follows me, shining bright,
She's the only one I've known, day and night.
She lit my path, when I couldn't walk,
Supported me, through every block;
Fought for me, even when I was wrong,
A mother's love, forever strong.
Categories:
reshapes, miracle, missing you, mom,
Form:
ABC
Good Friday Gratitude to Settlers
Columbus gave it lip service
He loved the Virgin Mary
Almost knew Jesus Christ
Could not have had the Holy Spirit Fire
Today, or any hour of night and day,
Brian Houston’s Ministry covers the Globe
With youth singing out heart and soul
To Christ, though disguised in flesh, Creator
Himself, always meant to bring us closer
As I sing daily with Brooke Ligertwood,
“What a Beautiful Name It Is, The Name of Jesus.”
Now, Rodney, that brother
Knows the Holy Spirit (Rodney Howard-Browne)
Missionary to America in 1984
Started holy fires in Brownsville, Toronto Airport, the Garden
Who would have known it in 1492 and 1652?
God is still on the throne
Knew it when he prepared Africa for Howard-Browne
It is always right to give thanks
(If only to see how God sees)
More: gratitude reshapes history;
Saved me tons in therapy
We love forgiveness, and from Jesus,
But we justify NOT forgiving "our favorite enemy!"
That's the big picture ... now the small picture:
My mother bleeds; your sisters & families bleed
And our grand-daddies slaved away on ships and plantations
And some were called the worst names …
(And what do you think our sins did to Jesus?)
God is always urging we sing with Brian, Brooke, Rodney, and Hillsong
What a beautiful Name It Is
The name of Jesus Christ My King
Nothing can stand against
This powerful Name is your shield and buckler
(It has been my Healer, more than any teacher or doctor)
Never leave home (or your marriage) without Jesus
Our Loving Abba-Father
Who turns every bad day into Good Friday
He who spoke beauties into life
Dies daily to save His creatures, even this selfish man,
For the Fire of Spirit inside each man and woman
Must be unleashed for a New Heaven-New Earth ...
Jesus was willing to count on me. And you?
Categories:
reshapes, anniversary, blessing, columbus day,
Form:
Free verse
so it seems you never asked my name
while the quiet storm felt the same
so it seems the offering is quite fitting
within the evening time and table sitting
so it seems the clouds moved yet again
allowing the misty horizons a soft rain
so it seems the mountains all stand still
during the peak hours the springs do spill
so it seems laughter grows over the shoulders
while the earths crust reshapes her boulders
so it seems the patience flows in spite
the moral timings of a summer night
so it seems the mind gathers all thought
during the jaded hours of love that's sought
so it seems you never asked my name
it's a pleasure to meet me all the same
so it seem the beginning shall soon past
as life began to open for me at last
Categories:
reshapes, me,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
quinzaines
She dreads the trips to Shiloh.
Does God even hear?
Does He care?”
The man cares for her deeply.
“Is not my love more
than ten sons?”
Her rival pokes injury.
“Woman, what is wrong,
arms still bare?”
With zeal she reshapes her plea.
Can God sense hidden
intentions?
The priest faults her great distress,
“Must you come here drunk
with your prayer?”
***
Hannah’s praise song is vic’try.
Dare we to pray it
and believe?
First baby is relinquished.
Did a vow cause her
faith to grow?
This child was destined to win.
Would he have triumphed
at her knee?
God gave her five more children
Can you see them all
at Shiloh?
Hannah restructured her prayers.
What does Jehovah
want from me?
This change made all the diff’rence.
What is God holding
in escrow?
written March 22, 2013
Categories:
reshapes, prayer,
Form:
Verse
It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as the glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact,
it's true.
Believe
in climate change;
it’s happening right now,
there is no time left for debate.
We can’t afford to ignore this problem
for nature has assured us that
weather patterns are off,
despite what some
believe.
We failed
in our mission
to reach carbon neutral.
Progress and profit trump caution
and we’re now feeling the consequences
as global warming reshapes Earth.
Opting to do nothing
when it mattered;
we failed.
Categories:
reshapes, angst, anxiety, change, image,
Form:
Rictameter