Reborn Poems - Poems about Reborn

My soul had long been troubled... by hatred, dejectIon and contempt. They were the poisons that flowed red in my veins, burning like wildfire from my head to my toes, as if this world were inhabited by demons: that have teeth instead of fangs, tongues instead of flickers, and take delight in loading tears with sorrow. But from that day you responded...

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The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the beginning of the next shift. They came, and they tested and then they required adherence to the law. What law? The one law...

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There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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I’ve always dreamed of painting with fire— lash the canvas with embers, watch the smoldering orange spread, chasing white into flame— before my chaos dies into silence. It feels natural, this need to see my art burn— they’re not complete, not before the charred ink is bathed in heat. I paint with alcohol then ignite— so my work is no longer just raven lines on pale...

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Pain sat in my chest all winter. I tore it open— primrose petals burst from my rib cage....

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The earth is beautiful, a sign of love much greater – God has sketched His grace and love, come rain or shine He’s always there, His hand outstretched The morning glory, the rose and thorn all His beauties are sent to bestow hope on a world, a heart and soul reborn offerings from One to whom I owe… all my life, my love...

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(A Sequel To “Rough Draft”) Verse 1: In the library’s corner, tucked in the trash, A wadded up paper, a forgotten ash. But a few words exposed, a whisper of grace, Caught her eye, and time slowed its pace. She pulled it gently, her fingers so kind, Pressed out the wrinkles, a solace she’d find. She read what was left, a line lost...

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Recognize years of selfishness Confessioning all sins Surrending all to him Praying for his forgiveness Praying for his grace Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Narrow minded Turning away from his guidance Focusing on my own wants , desires Too Blind to see Listened but too deaf to truly hear his message As I walked a different chosen path Mentally checked out Lost faith, ambition Hurt all angels he...

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A holiday is coming our way when Jew-haters almost carried the day The demagogic Persia of 2,500 years ago reborn today as Iran we know Eerie remembrance of horrors...

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As the flowers are reborn in the embrace of emerging spring, Who am I to wither at dawn, when I see the morning blackbirds gathering, Blessing me with songs they sing in crystalline voices. Once, their melancholic song melts with each drop of rain, Under blue and clear skies, they banish winter’s pain with hopeful trills. I watch them gather...

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I dived into the cauldron of magic potion and transformed into the person who I was.ME ! The Me that was missing pieces that felt so deeply about things. The Me that had that innocence of a child ,who looked at everything in life with amazement and marveled at the wonders of life. The Me who lived with...

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Wind sings praise, and the wings who soar silent adoration – soft as the light climbing the skies, breathless and alive rising in murmurings who bless the night mounting impressions of the sea’s gentle tides, flowing with worship, admiring the laughing beyond the crimson sunrise… oaks and pines bow and dance, stirring the wonder afar, nestled against moss covered stones, glistening dew glorifying the Creator,...

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Summer, winter, autumnal and vernal Nature's tide freely flows through time eternal As our days are with abandon shorn Each year laid to rest is by nature reborn So let the champagne flow this last night of December To auld lang syne lift a glass so we may remember With buoyant glee we'll greet the bright new dawn As the new year...

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From Syria’s land where silence wept, Our hopes arose. From grief they leapt. Through broken streets and skies so grey, We aimed for light with feet of clay. We sang a song, so calm and rare, Against the chains, against despair. Hand in hand, we dug for light, To chase away the endless night. With every breath,we marched for dawn, And Syria's soul was...

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I want to be reborn I want to be free not better than anyone just better than me. Earning my money nothing more, nothing less living not surviving and leaving no mess. I want to be a girl that effortlessly breathes to look in the mirror and not hate what I see, the ones that skin glows that everybody knows, with eyes...

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