Reshapes Poems | Examples

Forged by Fractures

drifting in shadows
my shape bends but won't stay there
not certain not sure
each choice cuts a new pathway
as tension reshapes my face

Portraits drawn in haste
show lines that crack in the light
mirrors deceive me
a single doubt can splinter
the vision of what I am

I hunger for self
woven stronger than the past
stitched from fierce longing
yet daylight breaks the seams loose
the threads unravel in dust

I walk in between—
torn by the pull of old ways
and of what may come
the tension hums within me
a bridge across fear and change

In the scars I learn
each fracture is a teacher
I rise by failing
resilience is hammered out
confidence shaped in the flame

I bend, yet I stand
each break recasts me anew
the glass learns to shine
Through trials I claim my form
becoming what I must be

A Mother's Love, A Tornado's Embrace

Your love, Mom, is like a storm,
A Mother's Love, A Tornado's Embrace

A whirlwind, fierce and far from norm.
It sweeps through my life with tender rage,
A force of nature, stage by stage.
It spins with care, a vortex deep,
A tempest wild, yet soft to keep.
Your arms, like winds, encircle tight,
To shield me, guard me, through darkest night.
The thunder roars, your voice of might,
To shatter my fears, bring back the light.
In chaos born, you find your grace,
A calming eye in my life's fast race.
Like rooftops torn and skies that bend,
Your love reshapes but doesn’t end.
No matter wreckage is in its path,
You clear, you heal, escape no wrath.
For in your fury lies your care,
A passion no one can quite compare.
A storm that builds, a storm that stays,
Your love, Mom, an eternal blaze.

Time

Time creates wounds
Time exposes old wounds
Time worsens wounds
Time can become a wound

Time reshapes wounds
Time lessens wounds
Time transforms wounds
Time can mend a wound

Zen mode

the event horizon collapses
pure intent reshapes life’s lucid dream
spontaneity free from desire
manifests as a divine bliss stream

soul is a diamond free from blemish
pulse dual and single are the same
divine expression is heart’s refrain
descent and ascent, name of the game

Forest Floor

The discarded dead find an unused beauty,
an afterlife that curls, re births,
tunnels and reshapes -
a mulching of a former season's thin bones.
Mortality buds from an emptiness
long before the seed encloses it,
a mottled mold unwinds death to life.
See the genetics of the unseen,
see the shedding and replenishing,
a branching polymorphic architecture
that constantly furrows and gardens
the grave.
A self-determined choreography
of stemless minds, the unseen labor
before the upsurge, before the foundation
and the root.

Where Miracles Flow

Your unique identity, a priceless gem,
Will shine with brilliance, shall never dim.
For God, in His goodness, shall be by your side,
Instructing you with His mercy being your guide.

Divine destiny, wrapped within your soul,
No evil eye can alter, no darkness can control.
For angels are released, to guide and protect,
God, your rearguard, His love will not neglect.

His presence goes ahead, like a beacon of light,
Illuminating your path, banishing the night.
His mercy and goodness, companions on your quest,
Faithfully heavy lifting, as you give your very best.

Within you lies fountains of creativity, waiting to bloom,
God's Word, the secret in you, dispels the gloom.
With divine interruptions, He reshapes your way,
Unleashing creativity, day after day.

Elohim, the Creator God, infusing your core,
With His divine presence, you will explore.
Responding to His light, embracing the healing glow,
Seeing your path clearly where miracles flow.

The Sahara Is Another Vast Sea

The Sahara is another vast sea
   Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
   For "sailors" upon caravans

And the Sun beams mercilessly
   And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
   And reshapes its art of dunes.

October's Gift

Immune to September extremes:
color fuels fantasy dreams.
And setting the leaf fairies free,
Autumn reshapes reality.

I see the hand of God at work
in Nature's natural artwork.
And it's so beautiful to see;
Autumn reshapes reality.

October smells of harvest time
and faded flowers past their prime.
As falling leaves fill me with glee;
Autumn reshapes reality.

One of the greatest gifts of all
is mid-October's gift of Fall.
As inked leaves fall from every tree;
Autumn reshapes reality.

Supreme Court Reshapes Political Landscape

In robes of black, the gavel strikes,
Supreme Court stands, its power unlike.
A battlefield where ideas clash,
Rewriting rules with every word, dot and dash.

Justices wield their pens with might,
Shaping the landscape, day and night.
Their words like arrows, piercing through,
Transforming politics corrupt anew.

With each decision, lines are drawn,
An ever-shifting political lawn.
Redrawing boundaries, left and right,
In search of justice, to dim to sight.

Opinions differ, fierce debates,
As Court's quill alters enumerable fates.
Balancing scales with careful might,
In quest for truth, in judicial light.

But as they scribe, they must be aware,
Of the consequences they then share.
For the political tapestry, once untorn,
Bears the marks of those who've sworn.

To navigate this realm with grace,
The Court must tread a more tempered pace.
For in their hands, the future lies,
A nation's destiny, the just the wise.

A Mother's Love By Er Haider Khan

A beacon of strength, my mother dear,
Always by my side, always near;
A leader and guide, that's what she's been,
In all of life's journey, through thick and thin.

Her adventures have taken her far,
On boats and planes, to distant shores;
A woman of sacrifice, dauntless and strong,
Her love and care, a fire that burns long.

In the coldest of nights, she keeps me warm,
Her love molds mountains, reshapes every form;
She held my tiny fingers with tender care,
Guiding me through life, always there.

From the pain of childbirth, she bore me,
A mountain of strength, none could foresee;
Her shadow follows me, shining bright,
She's the only one I've known, day and night.

She lit my path, when I couldn't walk,
Supported me, through every block;
Fought for me, even when I was wrong,
A mother's love, forever strong.

Faux-Fur

Sans seed - it’s not Spring now - green grass concealed.
Cute, cuddly happiness with floppy ears.
White rabbits leap, in the fluffy snow field,
when the zephyr and flower disappears.

Plush wings that sink into the angel-snow.
Flapping in the thirst-quenching cold, faux-fur
envelopes limbs with a diamond glow.
Flurries dash from above, brighten dark fir.

Buried halfway - barrow and bicycles,
shrubs and bushes, and children of small size.
Melting ice reshapes into icicles -
nature’s decoration delights the eyes.

1/17/2023
12 Lines of Rhyme - Winter Nature Themed
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

We Failed

It's true,
oceans worldwide
are swiftly on the rise,
as the glaciers and ice caps melt.
Global warming is causing climate change,
fueling forest fires and droughts.
And it is time sceptics
accept the fact,
it's true.

Believe
in climate change;
it’s happening right now,
there is no time left for debate.
We can’t afford to ignore this problem
for nature has assured us that
weather patterns are off,
despite what some
believe.

We failed
in our mission
to reach carbon neutral.
Progress and profit trump caution
and we’re now feeling the consequences
as global warming reshapes Earth.
Opting to do nothing
when it mattered;
we failed.

In the End

time hovers day to night
swoops as one ongoing wave
transforms all in its passage
reshapes it in one surreal motion

when we’ve said all we had to say
and its sum is forlorn or gone
what will remain of love
what will remain of us

while all that truly matters
is what we’ve given of ourselves



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on May 16, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND

Posted on May 11, 2022

The Farrier

The Farrier
Miracle Man 
3-16-2022

With uninhabited joy sings his hammer, 
upon the anvil fashioning a tune. 
The “Smithy’s” life, not one of glamour,
reshapes a shoe this day in June.

Billows puffing keeping flames hot,
with shaping done there’s cooling to do.
Fifty meters and you’re from earshot,
with music concluded- a single horseshoe.

Now nail that sucker on!

Alien Dawn

I am waiting for that alien dawn,
the one that shatters minds
to reshapes souls.

When the sky sheds its secrets
I want to be there
knowing the danger,
but showing up
as any human should.

And if they come at last
will they be from somewhere far
or somewhere very near,
perhaps under our feet
or the seven seas all along.

My only fear
is that I miss that show.
I want to be alive
when the mind of man
becomes alien to itself,

when the stars arrive in all eyes
to shine out into a cosmos,
wonders we had only dreamed of
in deep space comic books.

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