Best Ressurected Poems
"Fire and Ice Love Duel"
fierce fire of love smoldered, melting chilled veins
frozen in tears from passion's masquerade game
a grieving heart shattered as glass windowpanes
ressurected by lovelight's intimate flame.
fire sparks lovers to trust words so gentle
as ice quells desires strong and sentimental.
elements contrast and hide deep affection
creates 'paradise' or blatant rejection.
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while embers glow softly, emotions renewed
scars from dark past wither into furnace heat
remnants of romance lost in feelings askewed
as tenderness begs to deny false repeat.
fire illuminates a wanton seared soul
for fire evokes magic moments to whole.
veniers of ice vanish in vapory mist
swallowed by love duel's eternal exist.
*****
*For Carol Sunshine Brown's Fire and Ice Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
*Nov. 18, 2012.
Categories:
ressurected, love, fire, fire, love,
Form:
Rispetto
Brooding clouds languished low, consoling the hills,
as skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild.
By chance, one small encounter would shadow the mood.
We found two age-old graves, buried deep under leaves.
As skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild,
from a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and good,
we found two age-old graves, buried deep under leaves,
with names carved in granite in lone solitude.
From a day blithe and buoyant, carefree and good
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past.
The names carved in granite, in lone solitude
resurrected despair, that was now ours, to bear
I felt sudden anguish, arise from the past!
Who could they be, this mother and child?
Resurrected despair, that was now ours to bear!
as skies cast their tears onto brambles grown wild.
Who could they be, this mother and child?
By chance one small encounter, would shadow the mood
As skies cast their tears onto brambles, grown wild,
brooding clouds languished low, consoling the hills
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5/18/13
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Categories:
ressurected, death, sad,
Form:
Pantoum
Slowly a subdued group of people, some sobbing carried
A lifeless body along the stone paved path.' Despite their
Tears and grief stricken denial mindset, the burial must
Take place, the procession wound its way along the mountainside until they came to stop, before a new rock
Hewn tomb its giant circular stone door was at the extent
Of its channel; and the interior of the large semi-dark space
Could be seen, at this juncture as his male disciples carried
Him inside the earlier muted sobbing gave way to wails of
Grief.' More tears were shed by the women, as his body
Was clad in a linen shroud, all those who loved him knew
The door would soon be rolled shut.' Leaving Him in the very Dark tomb.' After those who felt able had paid their
Respects, the tomb was emptied and at least eight men of
The temple guard rolled the big stone door into place once
This was done a roman centurion witnessed wax seals put
From tomb to door as a defence against unappointed men
Rolling back the door, and a rumour that this man, this Jesus would escape ? And he would be proclaimed alive
And ressurected.' Which would not please Claudius in Rome.' After a little the centurion ordered the people to leave and he placed a guard of thirty leigionaires around
The tomb along with the same ammount of temple guards
The day passed and the next.' The third night finally came.' and a loud noise came from where Jesus was entombed..The Lord was creating the first negative photograoh of His sons body.' For from darkness the greatest God would re-new, 'this son' and raise Him from
Death to life; amen.!
Categories:
ressurected, appreciation, courage,
Form:
Didactic
rules to play by
ring the bell then knock on wood
one good turn deserves another
take one thing replace it with another
stalking a box
circled with chaos
we only have eachother
take out your name replace it with a new age
in the center stage its all the rage
down right fist fight
no rules left
so give them a right
we say one thing
they said it right
we say tuesday
we said nothing the got it
nothing means something
multimedia
digital
resurrected digital
slider
pass it on
ressurected hero
play by the rules
one day i was meant to be permanent
an excuse to be an illusion
time ticking
pick up the string
tie a knott
hang on to the dream
inside the envelope of the fates to be
so many abstract things inside this box of everything
cursing objects
stalked because of what they represent
clues of the final end
the curtains and the sentence we never said
the thing we cant pretend
final destination
overated
smiling overcrowded
walll to wall overwhelmed
animals
sitting ducks
fancy and wild eyed
slow helll
and three days to try
try to give it up
and change pandora
close the box
make up another rule
replace aname
rinfg the bell
close the box
send it along
forewarned is forearmed
ressurect the blue slider
player on your other shoulder
the past of the red slider
gonna be on your team gonna get the box back
replace what i need to
wash my hands clean of it
lety that be my only prize
ressurrect the perfect message
the rules to play by
item by item
pointing to my hiding spot
will they ever find me
among the marbles and spoons
the missing children
and you replace the only thing
with what changes the slide
to where i was
you come to get me
so we run away to where they will be
but not for long
a window of opportunity
close the door
knock twice
turn the wheel
we got a tie
the loose ends
that slide
all this to replace my will
Categories:
ressurected, history
Form:
Free verse
Apples and oranges,
Who would have thought that such unimportant things,
Can stir such a controversy,
Who know people are willing to argue over such simple things,
Well me of course, but I do not count,
I am the the one who says the sky is purple, or green depending on my mood,
That no one catches on makes me smile.
but people get into such arguements on their own with no prodding,
So I see my little deception has no significant diffrence except maybe to make
people think,
Thinking is good,
but so few actually do it,
Spitting out drivel just because it was spoken before,
A long lost talent that sjould be ressurected and brought to the light.
Categories:
ressurected, funny, introspection, philosophy, people,
Form:
Blank verse
You don't get any footnotes.
But hey, there's no bullshitting around,
when I say I'm sitting calmly in a lull,
and that even peace comes with knowledge
of future storms and lost hope in ressurected
peace.
And you'd expect vibrance in the throbbing poet,
for raising his tongue once again, but none,
rather calm and anticipation of future days,
to conquer new storms,
because it seems that passivity is a far cry from suffering,
and too bad it's madness,
cause we'd all be sitting on our ass,
and so, I'm going out on the town tommorow,
and I'm pretty well aware
that it'll take generous ammounts of chemicals,
to keep me aware, alive
And experiencing, to keep me freshly mad,
and writing something, anything, but rambling diaryesque non-fiction history plays,
in which I'm stuck with Lear. So perhaps tommorow. we've a Hamlet, or a Romeo, Lysander,
and a poet-prince mad againe.
Categories:
ressurected, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
I long for her smile and the knowledge that it is purely a repacation of my being.
I long for to be the reason she laughs for joy with nothing but thoughts of me in her mind.
I am dying to live for her and to be ressurected each morning by a mare touch of her hand.
I yearn to be the clay of joy you mould with the hands of your heart until I am shaped with the image of your soul.
I am ashamed by my desire and broken by my love, and torn by the burning passion I have to give myself to u until I am no more but ur joy.
So as I lay awake tormented by ur need and darkened by ur lack I am at ease only in my mind as I am forced to face each day without you.
So here I stand dying in body and alive in soul to roam the earth once more incomplete and incoherent but still I live and hope you see and know that love is the love of true minds and our souls and hearts are what we need to love not our bodies. I may have not seen you but who you are and what you desire is embeded in my prayers and of this I know no greater love.
Categories:
ressurected, lovefor her, desire, for
Form:
Take this card,
take any card,
and know your fate,
or discard,
both theory and invention,
my reality and yours,
ignorance and substitution,
illusion, and delusion...
Is your card not The Hermit?
The Fool's retreat,
into passivity,
into defeat...
Have you forgotten life?
Have you placed a candle at the altar,
infront of the pew,
in wretched wood,
where you took your seat,
wavering your doubtful hand,
over the demonscroll,
the bound holy sheet...
Turin Shroud,
our ressurected Lord,
confound;
silent miracle,
so soft,
with peachy flesh,
blue as The Hanged man,
...oh how he spins!
Have you ever seen rope weave,
the threads of death,
so beatifully,
reflecting the serene,
etherized,
etherealised,
in the pale sickly sheen.
Categories:
ressurected, mystery
Form:
Free verse
Bugle resounds call for another fateful charge
Bands of soldiers toward the fortified ridge barge
Enfilading fire from cannons fiery portents discharge
Infantry ranks decimated from center to marge
Wave after wave crest up the rocky redoubt
O'er boulders, mounds their heels dutifully plow
Nourishing with their blood a field so fallow
Trite fodder on a temporal battle strand; sacrificial lambs noble
cause to hallow
Ruddy lads searing in the scorching sun; faces sunk, complexion's
sallow
Surrendering all future hope; boyish dreams in dying hearts so
callow
Precious resources drained from a reservoir so shallow
Southern heroes ressurected and romanticized on nouveau tableau
Categories:
ressurected, war
Form:
Rhyme
There is a space between
when eyelids touch our
parturient soul
and out of this black that
Softens comes a new day
and we are again
within
reborn
with discovered Joy's.
And having been ressurected in
that space between;
a new vision clear
a sky more blue
a love more pure
a life more near.
There is a space between.
Categories:
ressurected, change, love, morning, night,
Form:
Free verse
There once was a beast that wore seven heads and crowns
its purpose was to destroy the world
one of the heads of this evil cursed being was suicidal
and was poisoning itself
I dont mid helping you out said the man to the beast before he cut off its suicidal
head
Now the beast is healing six heads left one less voice the conversations
among the remaining six makes more sense as each head
has six split personalities
But there seperate from the beast a ghost of a head cut off roaming the world
confused as to who or what it is
a silver of god on a platter
a suicidal head of evil
revealing secrets of itself
thank you for helping me out
and the creators of hell thank the man with more than a handshake
the beings that created the worlds thank the man who sold the world
to this happy ending
He walked towards the seven headed beast
a gift to the devil
fed it a pile of bull sh and the beast knew his master well
how could any devil not see the truth to this
the suicidal head of the beast told secrets and truths of worlds and secrets
nbo one ever knew
it wanted to destroy itself
and i dont mind helping you out
but i want yout o remember my name
i dont mind helping you out but i want you to remember my name
so why are my hands clean?
dont you remember anything
the confusiona na dclarity you are now experiencing
and this scar ive recieved
sent here to appease
no fear left
mind numb
to save the beast from itself
a king ressurected making amistake
hired bythe gods to give evil its finale
and the suicidal beast head struggles to save itself
Man had a plan the beast just revelas it all
after you cut the head off
but can the muse handle the truth?
Categories:
ressurected, angst, fantasy, imagination, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Playing hopscotch upon the stars
Planets stare in awe at the child
Capturing the universe in a jar
Lassoing moonbeams, future rays of hope
To illuminate all dark and dreary nights
So his creation finds a way to cope
With Pluto in his slingshots aim
He slams it into Mars
Mixes dust in cosmic rain
Atoms collide from a sonic blast
The embryo shivers into a life
That will be destined to forever last
A spiralling meteor is defleted
A crater forms deep and wide
And a vast sea is ressurected
He strips Orion of his belt
And bands it round the atmosphere
Until gravity is felt
Breath of life
A second chance
Will they get it right this time?
Categories:
ressurected, beautiful, universe,
Form:
Terzanelle
Without holding requests
The joy of art
Painting embarks
Protect one another
Grew strength from each other
Smiles well preserved
Love plenty in reserve
Hearts now witnessed
The gift of forgiveness
God protected
As he ressurected
He died for our sins
To give us a second chance to live
Give thanks to God
For he loves us way beyond
Teaching it right
For he gave us the courage inside
New life begins
Resided within
We won through selfless love and forgivness
Which God himself has witnessed
We give him much thanks
Through the water we drank
Possible through mind
Heart did remind
We laugh and play
We also pray
Greatness of smiles
We added God style
Smiles are free
We offer thee
Beautiful art
Sharing with heart
Showing our love
For God resides thereof
Growing up
We never gave up
Through our acts of kindness
We honor the Righteoussness
No other like him
For many have sinned
Appreciating presence
Of our living essence
Categories:
ressurected, blessing, devotion, family, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
You painted the picture of who I should of been
The canvas began so white, so clean
Your vison was something you alone could see
A portrait of fidelity
How now do I return from such disgrace
God knows i'm in a lonely place
I know the route of lies without a map
Trusting in you, the faith I lacked
Yet I love you
I need you
Take the brush and cover over the imperfections
Belive this love can be ressurected
You cover both your beautiful eyes
Turn away from the me I so despise
Thats why I love you
Why I need you
Take the paint and begin a new
This time I vow, I will believe it too.
Categories:
ressurected, hopelove,
Form:
The end
This year is coming to an end
Marking with a Christmas celebration in the end
I wish all squabbles
I had with any of you should end
Because it will be a new year
Marking a prime end.
The Shepherds in the night
Their flock graze
The stars in the sky gaze
At the angels delivering
The awaited news ablaze.
May you receive our Christ Jesus in peace
For He was born,lived,crucified, died
And ressurected and now rules in peace.
Categories:
ressurected, celebration, jesus,
Form:
Free verse