Best Restructured Poems
Missing the days
When I was the craziest person I knew
This mad world
Has incredibly gotten madder
Radios TVs blaring panic
Humanity gobbling it up like candy
Social distancing
Because society hadn't already
Become distant enough
Do you know your neighbor's name
Do you dare knock on their door
No
Cell phone at the ready
Why is no one touting "fake news" now
So much easier to believe
Words that raise the blood pressure
Society is being restructured
In front of our blind eyes
When the smoke clears
And the ash settles
What will remain
Will the best or worst
Be revealed
Will you slow down
Realize you've been ignoring
What's most important
Or will the social unrest
Already so out of control
Use this fuel to engulf the nation
The future is in our hands
04/02/2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Team Poetry Soup
Categories:
restructured, america, change, conflict, death,
Form:
Free verse
Some watching my ease
Of execution of the self
The latent anxiety unteased
Writes me off in simplicity.
Some denuding me of honor's wealth
Wait in turmoil
For a scab to fall and unveil its pus
And if I do not flinch for pain
Writes coward beside my name
Some deck out in borrowed jewels
Could not stop me looking at the stars
They heard only my polite conversation
Saw my faith
And did not understand the transformation of desire
The restructured purpose of the heart
The difference in whose I am
They frightened ran
Frantic to recompose themselves in fear
They judged me like the world again
But O how deep the flow
Of divine grace
That such may come and find nothing in me.
I am a man of firm convictions
I know the way all things should go
Before they go
I watch the frightened blunder
Inventing old salvation in new fora
I do not yield to that
Peace is a vision of the broken self
The spontaneous abolition of lies
Do not give the heart too much grandeur
It blinds the vision to the soul
Reeks havoc of self interpretation
For before the strong delusion
Comes the lie
Do you not remember how impolite you were
How disrespectful
How nasty the tone of argument and action
And how he opened not his mouth
Waiting for you to come to confession
That gives a man a sense of justice
To execute judgment without compassion
And yet, great Christ, you wait for repentance.
You have your Barabbas
And yet you have no peace
How can right disturb the heart at rest
We weave a tangled mess
In a world of pride, but patience is a a door
I left it open
Without pain
For what you have become, what you manifest
I would not cry, could not cry for cess
Barabbas means himself well
But his history is a figment, his tale a lie
And then again
What power could sin have over sin
Poor, weak, wretched, vain
How your pretext falls like dusk
How bewildering the edge of night
If you see me again
Please note that I am the same
And through my door
Comes those who have forgotten pain
For I built it so
To admit the naked form alone
Be mortified at my door
You cannot come until you are purged
It is your life
I have neither haste nor urge
Only you can make right
I can only hold the light
For under my cosy exterior of ease
You will find again
Just what you see outside.
Categories:
restructured, faith, introspection, me, world,
Form:
Free verse
I've encountered many battles, I'm currently at war
Giving up is something that I simply don't stand for
I'm a warrior, a viking, it's in my DNA
I've been PTSD and Depression free for the past two hundred days
Just because my mind is free does not mean the hard work stops
I'll still lead my life with positivity, my high standards will not drop
I must be ready for anything, i must be prepared
When my illness posed a threat, war was what I declared
I'm battle hardened, i was built for this
My inner strength helped drag me straight from the abyss
During my moment of crisis, I never had much time
I had to start moving, my instincts told me to climb
I'm grateful for the struggle, it helped me to transform
The way I fought back and went on the attack was just like an art form
What didn't kill me made me stronger, my mindset had been changed
The thoughts inside my mind had been restructured and rearranged
I liked this new way of thinking, I felt so Incredibly strong
My illness told me I was a failure, I was determined to prove it wrong
Every day I was so positive, I took the power away from my depression
I had the perfect answer each time I was asked a question
My illness begs me to stop, each day I twist the knife
It is now my prisoner, it no longer has a life
I have built momentum, so much progress has been made
Hard work and dedication are the two things that I've displayed
My journey has been difficult, it's been quite the test
It's taught me to keep working hard and to always try my best
I've overcome adversity, I've conquered my fears
I'm now solely focused on helping each one of my peers
Categories:
restructured, character, courage, depression, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
A crow of excitement,
"This saw is divine!"
He examines each blade
one tine at a time.
Serrated and sharp,
The metal, it glistens.
"Look at this motor!
Babe, are ya listenin'?"
Then from his deep slumber,
The builder awakes.
Opening confused eyes,
His hands start to shake.
Consciousness beckons-
It was only a dream-
He goes back to sleep
To start sawing the beams.
This is an older write that I restructured to play with alternating syllabic counts of 5656 and 6565. The old brain needed a challenge today.
Categories:
restructured, fun, humorous, men,
Form:
Light Verse
With his go-go soul and sultry sound, he kicked out many lyrics and spat out many rhythmatic rhymes…they in the main stream at first rejected and disrespected his sound. They said it would corrupted the youth! Don’t mean a thing, he might say to them, if it ain’t got that go-go swing! With his trade mark glasses he sported with his guitar in tote as he strutted across the stage sporting that familiar treasure cat smile…as the black young youths on the dance floor…grinded out and sweated to his almost hypnotic beats and lyrical remixed of a restructured hit song …in a blacked out hole in some night club in the back streets of DC the former murder capital of the world! As he hollered out individuals names of people that seem to always follow him to just about ever one of his sold out shows…he even called out segments of each DC barrows as a show of appreciation for their loyalties and support. It took the main stream awhile to catch onto his different take on music…but he was not just the father of go-go music, he was an ambassador of all who truly love music and the lyrics of a song…he just remixed with his own flavor and called it the Chuck Brown and The Soul Searchers sound! Rock on Chuck, cause we know you got Gods Angeles grinding out to one of his sultry Go-Go songs! Even though we will all miss him, I know he got God even shaking his head to his Bustin Loose song!
Categories:
restructured, black african american, death,
Form:
Bio
In Praise of the McRib Sandwich
By Elton Camp
I am as excited as can be
McRib is at a café near me
To order and eat one is fun
Pork & BBQ sauce atop a bun
Adding spice to this delicious treat,
Its pickles & onion can’t be beat
I’m glad no unhealthy ham is found
Tripe & stomach lining are ground
Then this tasty restructured meat
Is molded into a rib slab to eat
Also adding needed variety to my diet
I get over seventy ingredients per bite
It would be very hard for me to abide
Not getting enough azodicarbonamide
There’s calories, fat and sodium galore
So who could possibly ask for more?
To McDonald’s I’m going to rush down
While the wonderful McRib can be found
Categories:
restructured, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Great are the follies of haughty man through the times ,
Imposing his will on fellows, changing the climes,
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed.
Always striving for more , wanting more than his need,
Sowing seeds of dissension , destroying his breed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth.
He's restructured the genes, to mutants given birth,
His junk - food is unhealthy , adds weight to his girth;
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks.
The atom's been tamed , corporations make big bucks,
The innocent public just ran out of their lucks;
Politics and religion determine one's fate.
I'm not against progress , but am sorry to state,
Life's more than money or power , pleasures to sate;
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts.
Drink of the wisdom in Good Books, drink from their founts,
Make good use of progress, scale good Karma's mounts;
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
Playing god for some silver , acceding to greed,
Meddling with nature , man destroys nature and earth,
The surgeons mint money with their nips and their tucks,
Politics and religion determine one's fate,
Love and compassion to one and all is what counts,
Life's purpose is not sowing destruction's seed.
~07 Jul 2016~
12 syllables per line checked via www.how manysyllables.com
Categories:
restructured, deep, environment,
Form:
Rhyme
The teal peels as it submits to gloaming,
and a round lucidity exposed abroad.
As the alien brilliance shines far away,
the maneuvered view is being cast.
'Tis dormancy that exacts dark period of tenure,
countdown from the zero hour.
Distant silhouettes grow versus fawning growth,
dipped in Luna's balm.
The etching of profiled naturalness acquiesces,
constant figurines masquerading the expanse.
Subtle contours architecturally restructured,
split seconds surrender serene scenes.
The solid realm maintained lifeless postures,
as the teeming formations made idle trims.
Mimicry traces the bestilled in passing,
perfect copies render mockeries silence.
Heights claim their surroundings,
as the tight-lipped verdant statuesque frames.
Depths summon intimate intrigue,
whilst burgeoning burrowed bedrock bound.
Exchanging brightness extremely bold,
lilt ventures its routine as the subject of Sol.
More or less defining shadows...
there's no difference that a day would make.
Categories:
restructured, dark, extended metaphor, imagery,
Form:
Personification
Recepticle: One of a kind
It was a thoughtful gift
in the shape of her heart
Symbolic inscription-
"Love's Everlasting Hopes"
kept next to the front door
In shadow, in half-light.
She kept her car keys there.
Small change, new receipts
pins and paperclips, pens
lipstick, bangles, spare things...
Simple concave, convex
Moulded mind-heart shape
Porcelain pale shadow
Clear intent left it there
Till the time came when smirk smile
black hate eyes stepped inside
sleight of hand side-swipe flick
despise, devalue, discard
done with splitting, slitting
pound of flesh sacrifice-
So easy to replace,
no end to his supplies
She only had One Heart
for him, no Big Surprise,
a common vessel trade
for his communal use
Belly feels deep pity
for its now shattered state,
She drops to hands and knees
Picks up each fragile piece
bright blood drips from fresh cuts
thin red lines smear love read,
Torn vessel spills plasma
tears, love is precious life
Dustpan holds bits and pieces...
Impulse to throw away
Hesitation- thoughtful
ancient wisdom whispers,
revalue all for gain
Again, a gain, again
She knows what she can do...
Fix it with liquid gold
Now it gleams in the dark.
A Receptacle Poem: One of a kind
Aqua Marine Poems.
Restructured from my original poem posted in 2016.
Categories:
restructured, beautiful, care, change, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
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Poetry in such a way
Restructured from afar
Every thought that's on display
Don’t show them who you are
Instead of just the usual write
Concoct a brand new scheme
Touch the dark instead of light
Abort the standard theme
Become unpredictable
Leave all that stuff behind
Ending this one without love… (bet that’s not what you thought you’d find)
December 3rd, 2019
The Predictable poetry contest
Nina Parmenter
Categories:
restructured, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
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:
restructured, prayer,
Form:
Verse
Grey mosaic skies, clouds burst into tears that flow,
Sounds of blistering wind relentless continues to blow,
Seeking shelters, ignoring hierarchical food chain,
A glimmer of hope as a beam of sunlight shows in vain,
Piercing through darkness in radiated rays of brilliance,
Sounds of going forth to replenish lost souls for assurance,
Symbols of blooms revealing continued intent to survive,
Winged life flock in thousands, ready for spring to arrive,
Out of hiding restructured beasts now ready and alive,
Replenished water supplies, vegetation underfoot, we strive,
A new beginning as life endures forgetting the past.
Categories:
restructured, life, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
MY LIFE IS A SUCCESS
My life is a success;
Carved out of many troubles
Iike gold, I was cooked
Fire went through me like crude.
My life is a success;
A transition from many struggles
Through the shadows of death,
I found the light of my new birth.
My life is a success;
Carved out of toxic memories,
Am a sweeter taste from a bitter waters
Out of heat and thorns of many decades
My life is a success;
Punctured and restructured,
Immune from all leakages.
I am a letter; well punctuated
A special speech for all to speak.
Categories:
restructured, inspiration, inspirational, london,
Form:
Blank verse
My reservation made
My ticket punched
My racket strung
My hole card trumps
My lead dog ready
My rudder long
My hope restructured
My spirit strong
My story ending
My fable begins
My memories endowed
All faith now within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Categories:
restructured, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
All I can be if it’s left up to me
Is a brain in a tank full of bubbles
Can’t hear it, can’t see it, I only can be it,
And that’s just the start of my troubles
It was no disease that killed most of me
But a brain catcher down at the docks
Now, my one sensation, a dull static hum
And occasional electric shocks
I think I recall being near six feet tall
A man who could see, smell and hear
I could feel hot and cold and I thought I’d grow old
With only arthritis to fear
As a brain, I’m estranged from my mortal remains
I know that this dark is a sham
I cannot see light in the day or the night
But I think… and that means that I am
With stimuli lacking, my sanity cracking
When will my mad captor devise
A restructured me, so that I can see
Through some poor soul’s extracted eyes
***
At last, there is light, goodbye to my night
Will I frighten or will I delight
I know how this goes for history shows
Should you see me then you shall take flight
Through this hocus pocus, I cannot yet focus
Is that the doc’s form lurking there?
I once read the book and however I look
I’m gonna give people a scare
My vision is clearing and so is my hearing
I see I have rather nice hands
And I have a soft voice… did the doc make a choice
For my voice doesn’t sound like a man’s
“It lives,” the doc cries with his beast by his side
Did the monster manoeuvre the knife
It stomps to my side with its arms open wide
I think I’m the bloody thing’s ‘wife’
But his nightmarish fun has barely begun
As I had it away on my toes
But he’ll have his fun because I cannot run…
In stilettos and pantyhose
Categories:
restructured, body, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme