Reborn Poems - Poems about Reborn

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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Artists are inborn and probably Reincarnated from a past life And their artistry talent gifted naturally That's why their artistic talent Are indescribable, unexplainable And never cease to amaze many Just like any child prodigy Musicians too which is slotted In the art category, they're awfully Geniusly talented and gifted to the core....

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I have shared my tale as a woman, In words that flowed, and a voice reborn, I sang of pain and loss, And also of triumph and breaking free, Of liberation's warmth, and of new birth, As I spoke out, the weight began to fade, Unseen wounds healing, no longer delayed. In vulnerability, I found my might, A strength that rose, like morning...

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having surrendered, we allowed God’s bliss tempest to rise as we are consumed by the flame that that never was dies ego disappears, soul remains free from fetters of mind we are he we set out to seek blissful, loving and kind all doings are done without us because we don’t exist the truth is known when we display open heart, unclenched fist nothing’s lost, inner...

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