Short Reinvention Poems

Short Reinvention Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Reinvention by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Reinvention by length and keyword.

Spooling southward on shattered wing-
I ache to fold from life’s cruel sting! 
(I’d rather die, than say goodbye)
Because I can’t repent this suffering

(A reinvention of 'No Assembly Required')

© Joshua Zack  

Reinvention is distilled
by tidal waves of fools.
Of distant childhood memories
Of trying to be cool.
Of people pointing out your wrongs
Never what is right.
So you don't know how I feel.
I'm trapped inside this dissapointing world.

© Jess Powers  

Fire burns through the old me raging 
it triggers my transformation;
The ashes fall with the cleansing 
and build a rugged foundation;
Flames bring about reinvention 
that forces my cocoon to burst 
and kickstart this revolution 
with passion I become immersed.

© Melani Udaeta  

I caught the disease before the deadline
	before my mid-life crisis
the reinvention
Who can wait for the epiphany of self-discovery?
I’ll force myself to find my passion, and I’ll be great at it,
	the best
and it will be entirely willpower
Maybe
Ask me tomorrow

© Megan Long  

Reinvention, Metamorphosis, a civil rights movement to free the oppressed.
Love is free, love is trusting, love is kind.
Love takes a stand for what is right.
Bravery takes a movement.
Bravery takes a stand.
Bravery takes a chance.
Bravery asks no opinions.
Bravery sometimes stands alone.

© Jayme Chapin  

Ghosts of the past
Presently predicting the future
Wounds left untreated
Waiting on a suture

Affected by the infected
Waiting for Resurrection
Walking an exhausted path
Begging for reinvention

The wind at your back
No pack to cover it up
Wounds from whips
Screaming "enough's enough"

© John Matlock  

FREE VERSE
words
   framed
in
                  white    space

   phrasal lines
enjambed
with
      a line break
in a fluid
             left margin

   so flexible
continually
discovered  then


                                                                    discarded

later rediscovered &
reinvented

'twas ever thus

© Brian Strand  

One is snuffed, one comes on,
a torch gets passed.
From the deceased something is new again.

The ghosts of all my selves 
still light their wicks. 
I clapped for breath and called it victory.

Bittersweet gold trophies, 
tears for top tier.
I’m glad mine’s not for participation.

There’s a new finish line,
sign the contract.
Hand yourself over to reinvention. 

Spirits are saluting
the staircases.
Continue to climb, the past’s your wingman.

© Melani Udaeta