Retold Poems - Poems about Retold

She entered the ballroom, her nerves on fire, Her synthetic dress fit her like a dream, Rustic, she knew nothing about desire, In silence, she stood, a classy extreme; He entered the ballroom, dressed like a prince, Wondering how these dances to avoid, When he saw her, his eyes he couldn't convince, She, a timeless beauty,...

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As youth’s bright flame slowly fades to gray Time’s hand weaves its threads of silver hue Each dawn’s the same, we count another day Our memory cleaves, and aging faces view Yet with the years, comes wisdom’s gentle grace Experience, a gift, well worth the cost Wrinkles and fears, stories etched upon each face Our spirits lift, in memories embossed We may grow...

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I'm younger than I look but big a food desert will get you large but not in a good way. I'm fair for a black boy but the hoody hides my race into just a blur of ethnicity. I could be a kid or a malignant killer. I am 11 years older than nothing at all. I took the bus to school, got myself into...

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By day, Turtle is coincidental he sits outside of a Chinese restaurant by the side of an ornamental pond that is always empty of fish. The traffic creates a dusty coat on his stone shell, yet his eyes are wide open, they do not blur the world as it cascades along in its rumbling boxes, its leaking mechanical lungs. The still night does not land...

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The insects grew gigantic. Athena loved them too much, she blew them up like party balloons. Gnats and ants had swords for teeth, neck ripping nails were the rule. Nothing could live long; insectivores consumed all. Prometheus gathered a few trembling mammals together, gave them agility and cunning, then he found a way to shrink the bugs. Seeing the mammals thrive, Zeus got mad at the boy. Something about rocks and...

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Playful though the children Inquisitive though the children Mischievous though the children Too serious and sophisticated though the advices They will be remembered Throughout their lives To be retold To their own children As they love their children Just as their parents love them As they love their children Just as their god loves them Sometimes Love can make things look different Love can make people change their...

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There once was a girl named Red, Whose grandma was sick in bed. She packed up some goodies, Put on her red hoody,. And made haste before Granny was dead. Now Granny lived in the woods, So Red skipped as fast as she could. A wolf blocked her path, So she gave into wrath, And pummeled the beast where it stood. Red hastened to her...

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What is this vibrant void of no-thingness? Fret not, oh hermit! The truth is thus revealed: the visible world is thought, which is preceded by desire, birthed by our narrow ego cravings, a dream world, by our thought thus created. Why then, is there so much suffering here? The answer, hermit, lies in the breeze; flowing without pausing, with ease! Movement, life; stagnation, death. Indulgence in desire, cause of suffering. Let...

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To be or not to be that is here the question of ambivalence Or is it the answer posed as a dire request Socrates might have a shot and I don’t mean the soccer player Although goal line technology comes to my mind A red line a yellow card but the great man never wavers I know nothing but that...

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The thread of love and understanding that grows thin with distance is very fragile Unless anchored well at both ends. Just as a spider weaves her web with but a few anchors to support her beautiful creation, so must love be built. But, as a spider lovingly starts over if her web is destroyed by whim or...

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GRIMM’S FAIRY TALE RETOLD In a beautiful huge green forest, Lived 3 honest people, Hansel and Gretal And their father, And two wicked women, the witch, And a wife who was also a step-mother. The honest three were approached by the FBI, And told to keep a very close eye, On these two wicked women, Who one would hardly call human! Their father tired about...

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A very wise man once said: There’s nothing new under the sun If it happened before, it’s gonna happen again If a J.I. sold out their best buddy, they’re gonna sell out your best friend That’s just how it is, and that’s how it’s always been It's the un-Just way people do Iscariot biz, shop closed is always a tragic end Every diverse token that once...

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A very wise man once said: There’s nothing new under the sun If it happened before, it’s gonna happen again If a J.I. sold out their best buddy, they’re gonna sell out your best friend That’s just how it is, and that’s how it’s always been It's the un-Just way people do Iscariot biz, shop closed is always a tragic end Every diverse token that once...

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there is a story passed down mouth to eager mouth ready to retell....

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“Grandfather, grandfather! At school today, a classmate hit me with a book. The teacher made him stay inside for recess. She said he was a good boy who did a bad thing. What did she mean?” “Grandson, I will tell you a story. All men have inside of them two wolves. One wolf is all that is good in the world: the...

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