Resuscitates Poems | Examples

Victory Sunday

Bright light pervades the tomb.
Wrappings neatly folded, laid aside.
Perfect Son of Man resuscitates;
Adorned in power and majesty.
Darkness of death irreversibly erased.

Salvation in Christ’s sanctified being.
Lamb -  head-to-heels immaculate.
Brilliance of dayspring greets groom.
Perfume of heaven saturates atmosphere;
The Rose of Sharon satisfies.

Lambent Messiah cast off sin.
His eyes bear no pain,
Nor shade onrushing sun.
Intensity of love and majesty;
Zealous to embrace His victory.

Prescription Drugs

The synthetic poison
that courses through my veins
churns the bowel of the earth
and sent a tremor through my heart.

What kind of remedy this is?

It heals one part,
But devastates the other,
What kind of potion man brews?
I see the flower buds  
bursting forth on one branch
leaving the adjacent portion barren,
It heals and harms
It yields and resists...

It resuscitates the body
but kills the spirit.

Chemistry Of Poetry

Camaraderie that please
Hymns released in penning
Essence of writing
Memories that linger
Insights without stinger
Sceneries projected and displayed
Thoughts delivered, not delayed
Revival of inner soul
Your offering in a bowl

Oxygen that resuscitates
Flows through the body and enervates

Poetry that lasts
Over the years that blasts
Elements of Chemistry
Touching the lives of many
Resonates in artistry
Your voice in honor of humanity

The Troubles of Spring

Spring brings an end to outdoor diversion,
Though some don’t mind its seasonal distress,
It could be an annoying occasion,
When the body is overlaid with stress.

There is an upsurge in the earth’s waters,
They overflow and pay guests to the land,
It’s saddled with tempestuous matters,
Like a fellow standing on sinking sand.

It is a happy and glee time for ants,
The uninvited guests throng our gardens,
They are not a huge concern for peasants,
Flooded and battered farms deeply saddens.

Spring resuscitates my aversion ply,
Sometimes it’s hard to push through and comply.



February 22, 2023.
Spring Is Not All Poetry Contest,
Michelle Faulkner.

Pining

Ever missed that warming love,
That from honest heart comes?
It’s more assuring than all hopes,
Far sweeter than honey’s combs. 

It’s such solacing truth amidst lies,
Heart-strengthening feel like none;
That renews sick worn-out sinew, 
And resuscitates the injured man.

By rarest graces such love’s found,
Not by one’s painstaking searches,
It's not buyable with buck or pound;
It’s wholly divinely given from above.

Pining is the result when such love
Isn’t found among those around us,
Sobs ensue if such warmth’s lacked;
Losing love so true is bitterest curse!

Socks

Upon my pillow, 

A single 
Auburn hair.

To someone else,

It  means 
That she was there.

To me, it is 
Eternity to share.

Love grows warm 
When formed a pair.

Clings forever where

Time resuscitates a memory
Providing life new air.

And we, like little puppies, 
Follow slow behind.

As they lead the way
Throughout each day,

To things with which 
We play.

Memories holy stirred 
Or haunting bold.

Socks to others 
Puppies chew on

When they’re old.

Suffering Pain

The evening breeze,
cold and damp,
in the twilight of his life
reluctantly resuscitates
the vagaries of the mind,
mostly nonchalant revelations.
A mind storm begins to brew
creating disconnected 
and fragmentary visions
of hidden secrets
and disappeared friends.
 
Ephemeral and absurd tales
of love and pain evoke
insane nightmares,
as he mumbles manic moans,
dead ghosts roam in his room:
brain sickness of a succumbing soul.
Death's sickle will strike soon.
And then rich relief, he hopes....

It's Happening Again

It's happening again..

Drops of mercy descending 
from heaven's shadows,
hydrating breathless sighs.

Against my will,
each splash resuscitates, 
my recovering wounds.

Words unspoken, remain,
veiled within the vaults of my heart.
Desperately, I seek the cure.

But, all I can do is stand still,
observing in silence,
soaking in regret.

Blood dilutes with the rain,
and I wonder,
if this will be the last tear.

Simple Musing
14 October 2018
Silent One

The Masks

Tearing irony,
howling sarcasm,
coming out of dribbling mouths,
blood-staining hyenas,
exhausted vampires.

To self-learn the art of hatred,
Just from mask-faces without dynamism,
This is the famous Shakespearean dilemma,
That comes, resuscitates like an atavism. 

Tossing in the bed of hypocrisy,
amongst drinks that suffocate in frenzy,
this is the post-modern heroism,
simple, surviving of the humanity.

Balance Is Kept

When weighing smiles and frowns in life,
Hope ensures that balance is kept.
But the scale tips ominously
under the sheer weight of tears wept.

Lovers form a duality,
sharing their feelings every night.
And fear cringes in the shadows,
which quickly disperse under light.

The pursuit of a soulmate has
unavoidable side effects.
For the passion behind love, takes
Trust places that the heart protects.

Time heals broken hearts like magic,
ensuring that dreams will survive.
And Hope realigns confused thoughts,
helping fantasies stay alive.

Purging anguish from memories,
time erases tears of regret.
And resuscitates dying dreams;
all but the ones you should forget.

Like a Novel

of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness

our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street

there I catch my destiny
where her trance resuscitates

a mystery
a hope

our prayers

Plotineads

ocean - a beautiful naked woman
a pseudo of her makeup
a smile that the soul drank

this indescribable face
these curves endlessly

she give birth the galaxy
she resuscitates the indefinite

is this my destiny
is she my desire

this absolute ecstasy

Pain

The pain shifts
ubiquitously 
out through the ruffled edges
of the grey red skies
into the cardboard caricatures
of the standstill mind
a numbness transfixed
over the monotonous eyes
a black and white wallpaper
of dusty springboards
the digital sounding distant 
chatter of the kids playing nothing
the screeching sounds of the rattled cars
the torment of the torrential liquids
still tense with subtle triumph of
stolen tears
languishes 
resuscitates itself
so self empowered
so mean
doesn’t change its path

Musical Mate

Rapture when it voice embraces mine
Encapsulates the beauty of each sound
So clearly describes my mood all time
Makes me traverse the world round

The notes adapt so easily to emotions
Like a mother’s love without imitation
Strength of strings vary to give notions
Like a blessing coming from heaven

Bridges and pegs modify for happiness
A best friend guiding my soul forever
Taking away all thoughts of sadness
Satisfying the loneliness if I feel ever

True companion of hot summery days
Turns winter nights beautiful with tune
Plectrum strikes to giving joyous space
Renders ecstatic smile not easily swoon

Relives each time when the chords play
Like a child resuscitates a fading heart
Inspires to move ahead whatever may
Music creates an ambiance to re-start

Lost in busy life gives a worthy break
Spending time with whole self and self
Gives the desired while takes away fake
A Companion my life just waits to delve


Name: Sneha Agarwal
Contest Name: Sound madness
Instrument Name: Guitar

Diagnosis

Sickness and disease
Are the
Tool's of the Devil
It permeates' both reason
And time
Sickness hath have no mercy
But is built by design
To summons' das weakness
To weaken the mind
However,
The specter of precedence
Is richly, holy and divine
I resuscitates' the spirit
All the time
By the wielding hand
And mere
Mercy of the Great God
Almighty

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