Best Resuscitates Poems
It's happening again..
Drops of mercy descending
from heaven's shadows,
hydrating breathless sighs.
Against my will,
each splash resuscitates,
my recovering wounds.
Words unspoken, remain,
veiled within the vaults of my heart.
Desperately, I seek the cure.
But, all I can do is stand still,
observing in silence,
soaking in regret.
Blood dilutes with the rain,
and I wonder,
if this will be the last tear.
Simple Musing
14 October 2018
Silent One
Categories:
resuscitates, angst, loss, rain,
Form:
Free verse
B-R-E-A-T-H - OF - L-O-V-E
Summer sun or winter freeze pulls heartstrings in trapeze. . .
Cotton soft to gnarled callus vows have thread along my way
embroidering ribbon actions to pliant swings of reactions
like a darting fish thrilled to catch a passer-by knees.
Two pairs of eye sew webs to bridge affection display,
pines teeming green crown my arrested heart--
tachycardic I am... each time I hear your sound.
Has breath of love tickled my nerves to interaction?
Like a bee I'm drawn to your sweet ambiance 'round
hoping by miracle it will birth me a fresh start.
Scents that streams from bulbs swirl on wafting wind--
Ah! They all fell to shame for your breath of love tames.
Once a rebel soul that long been thriving for satisfaction
with breath of love that resuscitates, I mend my flame
channeling muse to stroke the peak density of mind.
Slender February breeze taunt my fingers
to type rhymes that shy edge of reason.
Eternally plunge in surrender
I-- filled with breath of love ships my horizons
to script stories in shades that lingers. . .
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©O.E. Guilermo
12:31 pm, February 07, 2015
Categories:
resuscitates, inspiration, life, love, relationship,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Camaraderie that please
Hymns released in penning
Essence of writing
Memories that linger
Insights without stinger
Sceneries projected and displayed
Thoughts delivered, not delayed
Revival of inner soul
Your offering in a bowl
Oxygen that resuscitates
Flows through the body and enervates
Poetry that lasts
Over the years that blasts
Elements of Chemistry
Touching the lives of many
Resonates in artistry
Your voice in honor of humanity
Categories:
resuscitates, friendship, home, people, poetess,
Form:
Acrostic
Tearing irony,
howling sarcasm,
coming out of dribbling mouths,
blood-staining hyenas,
exhausted vampires.
To self-learn the art of hatred,
Just from mask-faces without dynamism,
This is the famous Shakespearean dilemma,
That comes, resuscitates like an atavism.
Tossing in the bed of hypocrisy,
amongst drinks that suffocate in frenzy,
this is the post-modern heroism,
simple, surviving of the humanity.
Categories:
resuscitates, anxiety, hero, humanity, memory,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom
A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil
Huff and puff
A man’s work
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her
Piercing
Wailing
Bell
A woman can be like a lawnmower
Fill her up
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful
Tremors
And
Vibrations
Lets us know
“Job well done.”
A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Then
Ride her down
Wild excitement
And
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will
Survive
The perilous journey
Or be
Thrown
From the track
Destroyed
And my woman
My love
Who
Washes me in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Who
Whispers obscene
Confessions
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets
That shatter my brain
Who
Is a living contradiction
Both
Tyrant
and
Socialist
Bringing obedient
Albeit
Willing
Slaves
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would have made
Karl Marx
Renounce his creed
My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
Listen
And you can almost hear
Dancing music
Synchronized to
The contractions and expansions
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the
Spring
Of
All that is good
All that has any meaning
In this
Life
Categories:
resuscitates, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
When weighing smiles and frowns in life,
Hope ensures that balance is kept.
But the scale tips ominously
under the sheer weight of tears wept.
Lovers form a duality,
sharing their feelings every night.
And fear cringes in the shadows,
which quickly disperse under light.
The pursuit of a soulmate has
unavoidable side effects.
For the passion behind love, takes
Trust places that the heart protects.
Time heals broken hearts like magic,
ensuring that dreams will survive.
And Hope realigns confused thoughts,
helping fantasies stay alive.
Purging anguish from memories,
time erases tears of regret.
And resuscitates dying dreams;
all but the ones you should forget.
Categories:
resuscitates, emotions, feelings, imagery, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank
this indescribable face
these curves endlessly
she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite
is this my destiny
is she my desire
this absolute ecstasy
Categories:
resuscitates, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Dizain
Truth, Falsehood, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Verdad, Mentira
Note: I've tried in vain to upload, since November 2, 2013, the following poem: "Words uttered in a subdued voice in order to constitute a dedication, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: Palabras dichas en voz baja para formar una dedicatoria", so if Soupers wish to check on it, go to ZCommunications.org; OccupyPoetry.net, PoemHunter.com or PoemsAbout.com. Many thanks. T. Wignesan
(Quotation : « …sino esencia real que al tacto obliga », excerpted from Lope de Vega’s sonnet, « A un secreto muy secreto », 1634 in Bousono’s collection : Invasion de la realidad. Madrid : Espasa-Calpe, 1962. I’m not quite sure who the persona addresses : Lope de Vega, the most prolific playwright and sonneteer the world has known, some one else, the poet himself or the persona unto itself. Not that it matters, really ! T. Wignesan)
With your truth, with your falsehood, left alone,
with your incredible reality experienced,
your invented reason, your consumed
yet inexhaustible faith you raise high in the open ;
with the sadness in which you perhaps roll on
towards a haven you never felt attracted
with those enormous hopes destroyed,
the re-constructed like the sea its waves mend ;
with your dreams of love which never become
so really true like the sea suspired
with your over-charged heart which is born
dies and is re-born, resuscitates and dies, look
at the immensity of reality because there lies open
the source of all your truth and of all your falsehood.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
resuscitates, philosophy,
Form:
Sonnet
Rapture when it voice embraces mine
Encapsulates the beauty of each sound
So clearly describes my mood all time
Makes me traverse the world round
The notes adapt so easily to emotions
Like a mother’s love without imitation
Strength of strings vary to give notions
Like a blessing coming from heaven
Bridges and pegs modify for happiness
A best friend guiding my soul forever
Taking away all thoughts of sadness
Satisfying the loneliness if I feel ever
True companion of hot summery days
Turns winter nights beautiful with tune
Plectrum strikes to giving joyous space
Renders ecstatic smile not easily swoon
Relives each time when the chords play
Like a child resuscitates a fading heart
Inspires to move ahead whatever may
Music creates an ambiance to re-start
Lost in busy life gives a worthy break
Spending time with whole self and self
Gives the desired while takes away fake
A Companion my life just waits to delve
Name: Sneha Agarwal
Contest Name: Sound madness
Instrument Name: Guitar
Categories:
resuscitates, music, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness
our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street
there I catch my destiny
where her trance resuscitates
a mystery
a hope
our prayers
Categories:
resuscitates, art, baby, conflict, cry,
Form:
Dizain
Ever missed that warming love,
That from honest heart comes?
It’s more assuring than all hopes,
Far sweeter than honey’s combs.
It’s such solacing truth amidst lies,
Heart-strengthening feel like none;
That renews sick worn-out sinew,
And resuscitates the injured man.
By rarest graces such love’s found,
Not by one’s painstaking searches,
It's not buyable with buck or pound;
It’s wholly divinely given from above.
Pining is the result when such love
Isn’t found among those around us,
Sobs ensue if such warmth’s lacked;
Losing love so true is bitterest curse!
Categories:
resuscitates, anger, angst, anxiety, christian,
Form:
Elegy
The evening breeze,
cold and damp,
in the twilight of his life
reluctantly resuscitates
the vagaries of the mind,
mostly nonchalant revelations.
A mind storm begins to brew
creating disconnected
and fragmentary visions
of hidden secrets
and disappeared friends.
Ephemeral and absurd tales
of love and pain evoke
insane nightmares,
as he mumbles manic moans,
dead ghosts roam in his room:
brain sickness of a succumbing soul.
Death's sickle will strike soon.
And then rich relief, he hopes....
Categories:
resuscitates, pain,
Form:
Free verse
The pain shifts
ubiquitously
out through the ruffled edges
of the grey red skies
into the cardboard caricatures
of the standstill mind
a numbness transfixed
over the monotonous eyes
a black and white wallpaper
of dusty springboards
the digital sounding distant
chatter of the kids playing nothing
the screeching sounds of the rattled cars
the torment of the torrential liquids
still tense with subtle triumph of
stolen tears
languishes
resuscitates itself
so self empowered
so mean
doesn’t change its path
Categories:
resuscitates, pain,
Form:
Blank verse
Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.
Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb - head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.
Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His eyes bear no pain,
Nor shade onrushing sun.
Intensity of love and majesty;
Zealous to embrace His victory.
Categories:
resuscitates, christian, easter,
Form:
Verse
Those on whom love whispers soft nothings
Count themselves lucky
For such sweet things
Dare to drive them plucky
Drunk on infatuation
Biting, stinging, feeling, caressing
In minute details affection with perfect attention
Impressing
Their hearts with delicious delight
Touching their most sensitive
Sparing rivers of plight and slight
Souls find unduly intrusive
Until love comes to the rescue
Awakening feelings for long dormant
In a cuddly hue
So gallant
Love resuscitates and ameliorates
Pages of pleasure
At rates
That accelerate paces of leisure
Returning fast
Soothing fully
To cast a vat
Brimming with sublime serenity and magnanimity so coolly
Souls and hearts mediate and radiate to share love
With kindred hearts that long to entwine
In settings that delve and have
Slices of moments to enshrine
Affection pacts and acts
To magnify unity of purpose
With love facts and contacts
That improve and increase
Connectivity and proclivity
Leaving no hearts behind
In civility and humility
In which all hearts find
Accommodation
Empathy
Celebration and consolidation of emotions treated with the care
Hearts enjoy to own
As they declare
Their willingness and readiness to disown
Disunity
Discrimination
Dearth of dignity
To seal for good vases of love portion
Which edify and fortify oneness
In the powers sweet love endows
On souls that seek and share happiness
In the firm belief sweet love grows.
Categories:
resuscitates, poems,
Form:
Free verse