Best Rewrote Poems
You ripped me
One word at a time
Shredded my smile
Pulled at my sensitivity
I was never strong enough
To pull back my paper heart
You took the pieces of me
Arranged them in your perfect order
I prayed for the wind to come
Hoping I would be carried away
Flutter to a new more loving home
Instead, I endured your paper cuts
I became your paper mâché
Shaped into the image of you
Glued with your inconsistancies
Coated in your endless smoke
Sarcasm and beer
I marinated in your endless tears
You painted me with a retarded label
Your stupid failure of a son
Forced to endure that brush
It was with your eyes I learned to see
Everyone else was better than me
I was a failure times three
My inside empty
I became light as air
As time went on I ceased to care
It happend slowly you weren't aware
Until one day I floated past your stare
No longer raw and bare
I clawed and ripped
Rewrote my page
My renaissance
coming of age
Not your puppet on a stage
Contorted by your rage
I have lost you to your death
The air much clearer, still I feel your breath
Within my doubts your lies still hide
Yet within me a new strength resides
Your image of me no longer applies
Doubt and fear reduced in size
No longer your "DUMMY"
On faith I rise
For Charlotte's contest, heart and soul confessional.
Written, September 1st 2014.
September’s almost coming to its end.
The shining green that clothed the trees in June
Has darkened as the shorter days impend;
Their battered leaves will presently be strewn
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now waxed warm,
With Summer's swelter weakening until
We sense the Equinox's looming storm.
Because for all its beauties and its joys
No Summer can persist resisting change—
When held too long, what first creates, destroys;
And only then is born what’s rich and strange.
For Autumn heralds Winter, which will bring
The frosts which in their turn give way to Spring.
October 2, 2019
Previous title: "Summer's End"
Revised October 15, 2019:
The second quatrain originally went--
Beneath the boughs, which tremble in the chill
That rushes in where winds till now blew hot.
The days fly – they inevitably will—
Still, that is inescapably our lot.
But the second sentence seemed to me to be too weak and even bordering on the trite, so I rewrote it as above. Apologies to all who've read it to date!
She followed a rabbit
stitched from stardust,
leaping between planets
like lily pads of light.
A comet brushed her cheek
a whisper,
a secret,
a scent of home long gone.
Her dress,
woven from constellations,
twirled in zero gravity,
threads unraveling into galaxies.
The wormhole found her.
Not a door,
but a pulse,
a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in.
Light bent like memory.
Time folded into origami.
She became
a thought,
a chord,
a gasp inside the cosmos.
When she landed,
a planet blinked.
Rings spun like teacups.
A queen in a glass crown said:
“Wonderland was never down.
It was always above.”
And Alice
floating,
smiling,
rewrote the stars
with her finger.
Saturday
The day she rewrote herself
No more sad songs
With livelier tunes she sings along
She has welcomed the call of opposites
When she wishes to be alone she calls a friend
If she is sad she tries on happy
At first a game of pretend
She changes her hair
Relishes how the young men stare
Subtle differences from the outside in
She knows all things have to begin
One step at a time
Rewritten line by line
This all feels like a Dream
The changes pick up steam
She now looks in the mirror
She's not confronted by fear
She doesn't look away
Her life has become OK
Not a simple chore
But this woman wanted more
Tired of waiting
Locked behind a dark door
That was not the life
She had been made for
That other her
Has gone away
Endless night
Exchanged for day
Reality from imagination
The person she is was there
She may not have known
Yet others were aware
Butterfly wings
Beauty redefined
Etched in bright colors
Spread out with her mind
Dedicated to Colleen
I choose not to mention the contest because judging is very personal.
I feel it was worth higher than a HM, I received 13 comments and a 7 rating.
I took a trip down your memory lane
searched for myself
but I was nowhere to be found
It seemed like you erased me
left me hidden beyond the shadows
rewrote your feelings
silenced our meaning
Everything looked the same
your mothers house
the swing
the tree where I carved our names
the rose that I picked from the garden
it somehow was held in anothers hand
He was taller
more handsome
hair blowing in the breeze
I felt lost as I fell to my knees
how could you forget me with such ease
You more beautiful than I remember
A gorgeous angel born in September
Black hair and Raven eyes
seeing you made my spirit rise
I listened as you whispered his name
how could it be, mine was the same
was this all some silly game
Within your memory was an enhanced me
the two of us there kissing under that tree
On memory lane I'm who you wanted me to be
Trying something new, I reduced each stanza by one line.
If I rewrote the story and somehow are paths
did not cross.
In temptations fire.
We would only know the cold of others.
Freezing in the silent agony unable
to speak.
The statue remains its meaning erased.
As into others we will seek.
The emotions we no longer share.
Alone I am now inthe isolation of many blank
stares.
The jokes are but a wall built to conceal.
All that I am.
That I could never reveal.
Use the substances to keep you numb.
And let the voices take you to another place.
Beyond the madness there lies
beauthy in pain.
And always truth.
Destruction breeds art.
I light up in a room of vacant stares
and empty lives.
To blind in addiction to know the other does exist.
In this den like some scene from a opium parlor from the west.
Ashes hit the floor along with my pride.
This battle im losing with devilish glee.
All but nothing is left.
so in the shadows I confide.
Sometimes wisdom can come from great acts of stupidty
sometimes pain brings us closer to the truth
nothing stays buried it just lays in wait.
Evoking sullen quests of a lonesome mind
She stepped outside under the starry skies
Only to find, one more time, no one replied
It was a vibrant sky celebrating moonlight
Wanting no part of her gloomy trespass
Jolting her entrance in thunderous clouds
Being self absorbed within grim thoughts
She rewrote the vows engraved in hearts
Ignoring sensuous past that longingly recalls
Refusing feelings that once she cherished
Courting indignation of a senseless voice
Asserting obliquely, she made her choice
Unwilling to acknowledge her cries forlorn
Silence she heard was the galactic response
Rejecting her plea to renegotiate what was
May 10, 2019
HM: Strand select M contest by Brian Strand
that's the future age of the deceiver
peace on earth,hell in heaven
it's an ancient plan
jews betrayed their religion erased ALLAH'S words and rewrote the Torah and the talmud (win,win deciet)
christians betrayed their religion accepted the continuous hammering of the Bible from constantine the pagan to james the ***,
moslems betrayed their religion ALLAH saved his Qur'an so the tampered with the practice and accepted fake sayings on their prophets tongue and raised it above Qur'an
my dear fellow human don't denounce the sole creator for the betrayal of the creation
he offered free will and warnings
these are no different religions they are all one
spirituality is the essence but not in an illiterate manner searching mortals for immortality is as ugly as can be
religion is humanity at it's best
no fancy synagogues,churches,mosques
the whole earth is worship ground
peace upon all ,all includes who still doesn't believe
you can never offer religion at the tip of your sword
Tamer Hossam
Author Dana Redricks
August 31, 2018
I lift my hands to
give you glory
No one deserves
this honor
It was Christ who
rewrote my story
He took my shame
and he gave me
a new name
On the cross he took
the penalty for sin he
did not owe
He endured the
shame
With no regrets
as he hung on the
cross taking his
last breath
but that not the
end of the story
Christ arose again
With honor and
glory to give us the
perfect ending to
Our everlasting story
For time out of time
I have plowed a furrow of words;
like seeds they have been to me
for I grew with them, and they spoke for me
when I fell silent
and could only scribble upon my breath.
Still and all, a symbolic forest
sprang up from these words;
from the best of them a forest-fire bloomed,
where the charred scrub crumbled into ash
new words were born
their meanings ever changing
and where they rewrote themselves
a green significance rose to the high treetops
fresh views appeared,
there each far-seeing word uttered
became one more step beyond the known.
Mercy Rewrote My Life!
My life was rewritten by God’s mercy divine!
He took away my sins and cleansed my mind!
I was totally changed by his awesome power!
His word is renewing me each day and hour!
He reached out and touched me,
when no one else could!
All of my burdens and problems...
He understood!
He strengthens my body with his
love and healing!
I wake up each day with a
“brand new feeling!”
I thank the lord for everything he’s given!
I’m a new person and my sins are forgiven!
My life is rewritten. The past is washed clean!
Christ is my righteousness!
My everything!
I’m so grateful for him and all that he’s done!
All glory and honor to God’s precious son!
The joy he’s given. I’ll no longer hide!
Because of God’s mercy..
I’m on the winning side!
By Jim Pemberton
Mother I salute you
Thank you for giving life to me
Threw your eyes God saw me
God chose you and I am honoured to call you my mom
Yes you are Gone but not forgotten
As I stand here today reflecting on my life I can look back now and say threw it all God was with me
I wish you were here today to see me but most important see the man God prepared for me
My heart is full of love,joy and excitement
Who would have thought but
Guess what Mercy Rewrote my life
Today I carry you in my heart my spirit and my smile
Today my steps speak volume of hope,courage and faith
It represents a new day a new season
The lessons I have learned along the way made me the woman I am today Strong God fearing and so proud of what I have become
A new life awaits me all thanks to God
You might not had a chance to teach me how to be a wife or mother but in every woman I met along the way I have seen and learned lessons that only God can share threw them
Today I want to thank all of the mothers,sisters and close friends who made an impact in my life.
Dreams do come true when you believe
Cinderella found her prince I am now ready to start my new journey God Bless
My heart is a pair of tangled headphones
The music still plays but the melody is twisted
All I do is try to unravel the notes
And understand the lyrics
But I can’t because someone has tangled my headphones
Before it was just a matter of pressing play
But now it’s so much more complicated
See you’ve taken the melodies and made them hard to find
You’ve caused me to work for the music
To work for the songs
The lyrics are still sweet but they’re now complicated
The notes are still soft but they’re now sharp
Each one cuts like paper
Gently
Overtime I’ll bleed out
I’ll bleed melodic blood that drips in 4/4 time
I’ll live by the music
For those songs
The ones you rewrote and complicated
And I’ll die by the music
With a soft smile I will embrace each little pain
Because with each wound I’m reminded
That you’re the one who did this
You disrupted my connection to the music
You changed my song
The melodies sound different now
The lyrics don’t taste the same
Sweeter maybe
You enhanced my senses when you took one headphone
To listen to my song
I’m glad you did
Listen to my song
I think you even liked it
But then you took my senses back
When you gave me back my headphones
Some Storks and Froggies
Decided to play
One night by the light of the moon
But the tail of their game
Was much too profane
And besides
It ended too soon
It’s for your best
Storks would say
Please see things our way
Just trust us
And you will do well
But the rules they rewrote
And the frogs lost the vote
And with frog
Stork bellies did swell
With this fear I'm a slave
Just like digging my own grave
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head
Spinning up
Spinning down
Climbs in your hair
Gives you a stare
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head
Tiny legs walking
In your skin crawling
Making wounds wider
Nothing can hinder
Just like a dead flower
Making me wither
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head
Takes a bite
Just a slight
Poisonous fangs
This sad song I sang
My view gets hazy
Making me go crazy
And as I bleed
My words do heed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your bed
Stitch stitch
Hush hush
Spiders in your head
Accidentally deleted this Poem
My bad
Rewrote it and this came out.
I dunno if better or worse or same-same
For the contest "Along Came a Spider"
5/30/13
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