Reshaped Poems - Poems about Reshaped

...I walked that road when crisis struck— voices blurred, strangers recoiled, and help summoned cold authority. Then a kind man appeared— heart vast as hope’s horizon— he paused his world to meet......

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...I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady, You went to bed with symptoms of the flu, A soft child’s breath is what I seek, To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace. But as I peel back the covers,......

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...She rises with the morning sun, Unfinished battles, never done. With quiet strength and fearless grace, The fire of purpose on her face. She walks through storms without a sound, Her dreams ar......

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... Written: May 17, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Michael Fulkerson Quote: “Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what......

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... I. Of Circuits and Litanies Somewhere between the limbic lobe and the ache of late-night Eucharist, you touched me— not in flesh but in the soft mutiny of neurons. They do not teach us t......

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...The weight of the water is heavy in my chest, a force pressing against the ribs. It rises when I don’t expect it, like a flood breaking through cracked, neglected seams. The truck of my memory rumble......

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...Through ages past, we forged ahead, With gleaming tools where dreams were led. Soft metal pipes, they carried flow, Yet silent poison crept below. A glowing spark, in dials bright, Lit up the ......

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...    At fifteen, fate dealt a cruel, swift blow, To Kansas City, Kansas, forced to go.   Graduation dreams, with friends, forever gone, A life disrupted, a lonely, weary dawn.               A mo......

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... Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** esoteric lines are etched with antique ink as wise men dither to think euphori......

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...Let the words of my mouth have backbone Buoyed by the sinew of thoughtless thoughts May they be freely formed and fashioned On the smooth surface of an unyielding anvil Hammered in the heat of ......

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...You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing I call you by name not to possess it but because it is the only prayer I have ever known how to say You are the sea—each wave not an argume......

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...These wanderers defy winter's chill Suspended in the frosty air — I count the hours, lost in despair Since carefree days we can't fulfill My old radio crackles, weak Amidst the noi......

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...A rooted backyard rock, blooms in the morning sunlight. All night it has been time travelling through the history of the earth, now it is flowering, for the light has reshaped it into still......

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...Over harvested fields — I walk beneath the fading afterglow of a forgotten lantern a path worn by wanderers older than the scroll of Zeno its damp salve seeping through my coat into m......

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...I will no longer seek your gaze, no longer linger on the edge of silence, the absence stretching like a vast horizon. I will not reach for your warmth, no longer draw maps in the air ......

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