Reinforced Poems | Examples

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Premium Member My Family


I didn’t know the true strength of the family bonds 
until the sky suddenly fell with tough times of turmoil.
We got deracinated, turned into derelict drift wood, 
until my mother found for the family an anchorage, 
a nest for us to fly together in the sky of sanguine future.  

As her gift of a home reinforced our family affinity 
I soared high in the care of her protective wings.
Wild winds couldn’t waft away my ascending aspirations 
because I lived in the sheltering shadow of her love,
that guided her with family values to sculpt me what I’m.

Premium Member Befriend the void

“Oh hermit, drop that thought ego begot ~
Relinquish beliefs to become self-taught”
            ~ quote by poet


What is belief save thought forms reinforced,
till we’re convinced that that is the truth,
caging consciousness in our mind,
which reworded simply means
that thus self-hypnotised,
light within opaqued,
we just wander
like a ghost
in fear,
lost.

Be
this be
as it may,
we can redeem
our soul’s inner light
by shifting to the heart,
viewing the world as a dream,
that thus in but not of the world, 
by resting in time dissolved silence,
we see clearly that we are living light.

Premium Member Un-Hero

These Super-Powers, Though
Reinforced Over Tribal Tradition
Muscle Memory, For The Mind,
Genetic Coding For Amazing...

Not A Stretch!

Yeah, You're Telling Me!

Oh Yeah... Mmmm...

Wow. Chiropractically !

Major Magical ***

***

-Gray Squirrel

03-11-2026


Premium Member LUPINE

My life's been a 'he's become a broken, bumpy ride.'
I am not sure how many trips I can abide.
While he comes, goes, leaves and slips from my side,
I daydream about a smooth, gentle tide.
It is from our depths we did always confide.
Now his ways seem as secrets the night hides.  

I truly need for him to give me clues
about his friends, Moony Trends and Mangled Blues.
Both characters only recently showed
and both seem volatile enough to explode.

He reinforced the cellar door with sandbags
on the outside where yard air is so sour, I gag.
Now he wants to cement the cellar ceiling
and place a bed down there in case a malady 
renders him contagious and in need of healing.
I never know what is happening or how the
words 'trust me' are but sad and maddening.

Why does he look to me for assurance
when he self-sources every disturbance?
He has developed such a worrisome act
with reasons that loom vague and inexact.
Seems his sanity is disappearing
and something catastrophic is nearing.

Premium Member A rashly written valentine verse

There is this nun, with a shady pimple 
She hides behind a reinforced wimple
When the Sister has none 
Brother Val, gives her one
Not spotless, though relatively simple 

By
David Kavanagh

Premium Member FOREGATHERINGS

FOREGATHERINGS

reinforced 
  engravings
occasion
participation
  of
    vaguely 
contemporary 
  cultivations 
with
an
   immediacy
uncommonly 
evolved
  in
     emancipated
multilateral
   dignified
manifestations


Premium Member HOT POT SERVING OF POETRY SOUP

Soothing the soul
Tingling of the senses
Aroma of intrigued
Tasteful Alpha
Arrangement through the thought
Read out inspiration
Sentences leverage
Ability intertwined
Right ingredients of savory
Healing reinforced
Every stir coordinated
Needing more Word Nourishment
Another serving of Poetry soup
Spoonful thought
Words to live by
Napkin ready
Efforts in every try.

Complex PTSD

The shame of shaken soldiers
runs
deeper than any ka-bar cut;
il cuore's battle-cries drowned
out by trains carrying boxes
that will contain them —
one day,
if they're lucky

Gli occhi dell'amore
crashed into reinforced glass
when she met the war-child's gaze —
"Is he cruel or courageous?,"
she asked, retreating
across the battlefield
"Is he cowardly or compassionate?,"
her morbid mind drifting

Peace has weakened me —
power taken, slow death
pain trapped, slow death
praise tainted, slow death
pieced together, slow death —
Apocalypse waiting for
the bliss of war;
sociable metal in the hands of
humans playing heroes and villains,
gods and devils

A Fly on the Wall

A fly on the wall told me
the powerful don’t fear truth—only witnesses.
He’s logged more secrets
than a courthouse basement,
watched officials repaint rust
and call it progress,
heard promises reinforced
with duct tape and declarations—
and every time the powerless speak,
someone swats at the sound.

Premium Member Ulladu Narpadu Addendum 63

when we’re not enlightened yet magnetised 
undeniable, compelling predawn light
the Self known but not fully realised
where we have glimmers of spherical sight
faith’s reinforced betwixt bliss beat delight
we breathe in the scent of love’s pheromones 
boons of grace as our consciousness God hones

Premium Member DAILY GRATITUDE HEALING

I am grateful for understanding the simple key to healing…
that has been reinforced in me 
since my life was long ago unfurled:

As we heal ourselves…
we heal each other.
And as we heal each other…
we heal the world

Proposal 1

What does it mean to be the next flower to fall after the garden fence is reinforced with tears from the street?

The rose



A rose 
With the scent of the earth 
Aroma from the clouds 
A desire to soar
Tides crashing 
against the shore 
Pauses to expose 
the measure 
Of the treasure 
Yet the strain 
Of the petals 
inside the fine veins 
Yearning for a selfie 
The glee of the folds 
So bold 
Expecting expansion 
Spirit of ascension 
Reinforced by 
The longing for flight 
Freedom of light 
In addition 
The sops 
The raindrops 

Veils slowly ajar 
A glimpse of the shine 
of a star 
A delicate smile 
Somewhat beguiled 
At a simmer 
A glimmer 

Lips and eyes follow 
From a depth 
Gradually 
The treasure 
Time swallowing time 
Chimes in the atmosphere 
Eyelashes and hair 
Fair and lovely 
And the eyes 
Azure and solitary 

The flute 
Its sheen 
Nose aquiline 
Ready to receive 
with a salute 
  ___________

July 23, 2025

Premium Member Imagination

“Imagination hones our thoughts to soar
      above the ordinary ones that bore.”
                                           _by Poet
 
Imagination is a special gift
that silently directs how we will live;
directing inner visions which may drift
into creations we can share or give.
These are refined within a mental sieve
into creative feats, most times through art.
For poems, paintings, and good music start
from mind's imagination passed to soul,
and reinforced by feelings in the heart-
from just an inner blur to something whole.

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul


Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified 
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace 
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart 
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts ! 

One transformative honest experience and we 
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are  
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"  
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike 

Profound changes in ones individual essence 
can be an awakening of great disturbance 
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist 
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable ! 

Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced 
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers 
our souls do make choices each and every day 

Both volcanoes and souls contain openings 
and when the day of reckoning is near 
we either choose to lay dormant or explode 
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...

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