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Reconstruction Poems - Poems about Reconstruction

Ashen Aqualung

Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.

a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.

Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.

feel

Categories: reconstruction, abuse, father son, mental
Form: Free verse

Reconstruction

reconstruction

recalling  much less than half i wrote 
though long ago and miles remote 
i remember when 
an old black  man 
walks out from his shack 
to fetch his kids' dead kitty cat 
then walks back 
as I pass by 
and glancing up see his eye 
meet mine in the mirror  and with

Categories: reconstruction, angst, history, memory, racism,
Form: Free verse

Rethinking Reconstruction

Breaking down the barriers
That propped us up this whole time
Decomposing our identity down to the studs
As contemplating our next mountain to climb

Shattering our version of self
Loosening what was tightly wound
Refreshing to start seeing the whole picture
Discovering what we thought could never be found

Rightly reshuffling the deck
Rebuilding today better than before
Purposefully putting the puzzle back together
Realizing

Categories: reconstruction, encouraging, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Reconstruction

Sticks and stones may break my bones

Fires and screams and fading tones

Children are running from the fires of hell

A little old story Im dying to tell

A rotten of a smell

I t sure aint peace I’m trying to sell

Lies and fears and frightening cheers

Hanging from her  toes , split ear to ear

Almost reminds me like

Categories: reconstruction, america, appreciation,
Form: Shape

Reconstruction

Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists, 
their clenched jaws and fists.

Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.

Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.

 Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the

Categories: reconstruction, america, discrimination, freedom, hate,
Form: Political Verse

Reconstruction

If I am honest, the faults I see in others are a true reflection of me...
Oh Lord, help me to recognize my own hypocrisy.

Sometimes it's easy to point at others and see all the bad that is...
But we must be loving and forgiving because we're one of His.

I have plenty of faults that are plain

Categories: reconstruction, growth, life,
Form: Rhyme

Claiming My Period of Reconstruction

this period of my life is my period of reconstruction
i seek God for advice instead of those of this world of overt opinions
yes there are intelligent ones to whom i am lead to seek advice from
however when i need the most essential tools to rebuild and renew, i know that God's truly got me because

Categories: reconstruction, god, growing up, inspiration,
Form: Free verse

Attempted Reconstruction of Basic Bland Blue

i started a joke that i would like for you to finish
maybe then i could see that smile of yours again
it used to always make my problems fade away....even if for a little while
life's merciless stratagem has chewed you up and spit you out
the unorthodox maneuvers and sneaky foreign objects have left you battered and

Categories: reconstruction, uplifting,
Form: Free verse

Destruction and Reconstruction

Am I forced to watch you leave again?
My hand is left holding empty air
hadn’t I just held you as we walked?
And now, there is need for repair.
For there is a stitch in my heartbeat,
it snags on something in my chest
another broken piece of myself
left trapped inside my breast.
You took the photo; I got the empty

Categories: reconstruction, angst, lost love
Form: Rhyme

Destruction - Reconstruction

I would like to share the destruction of my life
How I sold all my dreams to a world of pain and strife
I hope some youngster reads it and can clearly see
That to walk down that path is no place to be
I believe it all started the day I watched my mother die
Devil crawled inside my

Categories: reconstruction, lifeme, age, age, life,
Form: Couplet