Short Reincarnates Poems

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Premium Member The Phoenix

A phoenix reincarnates, self incinerating. Ashes to revivification; phoenix achieves. Spontaneous combustion that, humans can’t master, purifies phoenix’s spirit.
Form: Sijo


Premium Member Something Reincarnates

become visible
something indivisible
individual

now continuance
adapt and evolve here now
this reality

that theory of mind
truly continues freely
awareness aware

some things can be changed
not created or destroyed
life's 'time' continues


stan sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Leo Pedretti

Leo Pedretti

i

Genoa born
Wisconsin raised
America shaped
World lived

He knew
From the get-go
Life was not work
But dancing at the park.

ii

Brother to twelve
Uncle to seventy
Mentor to more
Friend to all

iii

His hugs melt
his voice echoes 
His kindness reincarnates.

Jesus Touches Down

Jesus reincarnates on the earth plane
 and decides to open a medical marijuana dispensary.
 Although business is booming, 
he forgets to get the blessing of the DEA, 
and soon the IRS becomes his worst judas to date. 

Can the savior of psychedelics conjure a reason
 to avoid crucifixion in this latter day tale 
of medicine, financial derivatives, 
and destruction of the empire of symbols?

Constant Noise

All I hear is constant noise,
I try my best to escape
Its always there.

Sadness is always at high acceleration
Causing all this deflation
All I hear is constant noise. 

Sadness is like that earworm,
Most times it doesn't want to leave
Other times it reincarnates into another format
Its always there.

It follows you,
It threatens your life
You feel so caged,
Its always there.


Live,live,live

Live, live, live, my burning soul screams.
Down to ashes, down to nothing,
Sitting in flames, burning even my rage.
A symphony of screams escapes my trance.
Live, live, live, echoes in my head.
Burning pyre, pyre containing my dreams.
Crying sky, serves light at the death of the day.
Dying hope reincarnates, my heart rejuvenates.
Live, live, live, embedded in my eyes,
Eyes that cry but refuse to die.
Broken castle, castle of my dreams,
I fetch bricks, for I choose to live.

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