"reattained" poems - Hello Poetry

A self-arranged route. Ambitions led me forward. Every step was to gain my adolescent aspirations. I was confident. When life was array, The goals became my crutch, My vitality, The only reason to move, progress. Idealistic and naive. Blind and hopeful. I meandered swiftly, I gallivanted unsuspecting. If I was to truly exist, I had to control my haste. Oblivious to true adversity, I needed to digest the lesson, I needed to understand the complications. Unexpectedly, the caveat stared at me. I fought and clashed, To only raise the white flag of surrender. The battle was lost. Who I was eluded. I struggled through a sea of self-impediments. I allowed myself to drown in the agony. I did not have the armor to save me. Through the fog, I heard songs that healed. I held on to the words as they began to stitch me together. I started to crawl, I knew I would never be the same again. I knew I had to start a crusade, An onslaught against myself, An onslaught against the organization. I knew I would never be the same again. As I raised armaments, With the reinforcement in my ears, I began to evolve. The person I was became more substantial. I had further tribulations ahead, But I was more prepared, more capable. I was humbled, yet proud. The person I was became more unobstructed. Through the misfortune, My identity became solidified, I reattained my dreams, And I made efforts to get a steady hold. I told myself I will not founder. I told myself I could not relinquish. For this was the war that would define me, And I knew I must persevere.

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC

derek-pascarella

Burdens Disguised as Hurdles

A self-arranged route. Ambitions led me forward. Every step was to gain my adolescent aspirations. I was confident. When life was array, The goals became my crutch, My vitality, The only reason to move, progress. Idealistic and naive. Blind and hopeful. I meandered swiftly, I gallivanted unsuspecting. If I was to truly exist, I had to control my haste. Oblivious to true adversity, I needed to digest the lesson, I needed to understand the complications. Unexpectedly, the caveat stared at me. I fought and clashed, To only raise the white flag of surrender. The battle was lost. Who I was eluded. I struggled through a sea of self-impediments. I allowed myself to drown in the agony. I did not have the armor to save me. Through the fog, I heard songs that healed. I held on to the words as they began to stitch me together. I started to crawl, I knew I would never be the same again. I knew I had to start a crusade, An onslaught against myself, An onslaught against the organization. I knew I would never be the same again. As I raised armaments, With the reinforcement in my ears, I began to evolve. The person I was became more substantial. I had further tribulations ahead, But I was more prepared, more capable. I was humbled, yet proud. The person I was became more unobstructed. Through the misfortune, My identity became solidified, I reattained my dreams, And I made efforts to get a steady hold. I told myself I will not founder. I told myself I could not relinquish. For this was the war that would define me, And I knew I must persevere.

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Zeus himself presides over the ferrying of these souls, Zion awaits them, their final collective fate at hand, Yet slowly it turns its back upon them, Xenophanes mocks from his post, Wailing, they fall Velocity increasing infinitely, Until they see no more the lustrous light Trapped eternally in dark Stabbed with betrayal and fear, their souls Run amok, fleeing from the source of their anguish Questioning existence. Periodically in the abyss, the helpless aggregate conscious is Overwhelmed with memory of Paradise Now to them denied for eternity. Mephisto remains, their only companion, Leeching from them the final vestiges of hope now left within, once Kept hidden to protect the warriors, now Jabbed and pummeled to death. In this state of perpetual umbra Heaven so distant, now only faded, as if on parchment, Gained by the souls is a sense of locality, once Forgotten but now reattained, and En masse, the group instantly Derives that they have returned from beyond the mortal plane, the terra once again Collates beneath their soles, and the collective decides they must return Before the open sun, to bear themselves Against the gods, against sanctity itself, and thus they cry:

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May 7, 2012

May 7, 2012 at 1:44 AM UTC

blair-griffith

XV

Zeus himself presides over the ferrying of these souls, Zion awaits them, their final collective fate at hand, Yet slowly it turns its back upon them, Xenophanes mocks from his post, Wailing, they fall Velocity increasing infinitely, Until they see no more the lustrous light Trapped eternally in dark Stabbed with betrayal and fear, their souls Run amok, fleeing from the source of their anguish Questioning existence. Periodically in the abyss, the helpless aggregate conscious is Overwhelmed with memory of Paradise Now to them denied for eternity. Mephisto remains, their only companion, Leeching from them the final vestiges of hope now left within, once Kept hidden to protect the warriors, now Jabbed and pummeled to death. In this state of perpetual umbra Heaven so distant, now only faded, as if on parchment, Gained by the souls is a sense of locality, once Forgotten but now reattained, and En masse, the group instantly Derives that they have returned from beyond the mortal plane, the terra once again Collates beneath their soles, and the collective decides they must return Before the open sun, to bear themselves Against the gods, against sanctity itself, and thus they cry:

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Where has the fire gone? Extinguished by exhalations of exhaustion. Cut down like grass on a lawn Is a once lush poet-tree of creativity. Did I heed the signs of caution? Drowned by disappointment and shame, I emerged alive, I survived, But my hopes could not say the same. They settled with the sediment, Oh, how I miss when they thrived! When did it occur, The moment my heart was drained? And who was the one to procure The passion with which I was fashioned? From stained glass to broken glass, stained. The inventive ambition has waned, The glowing spectrum has faded. I pray all will be reattained. For I am overworn and forlorn; Once sculpting precious gems, now just simply jaded.

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Sep 22, 2016

Sep 22, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC

theblackjewelz

Jaded

Where has the fire gone? Extinguished by exhalations of exhaustion. Cut down like grass on a lawn Is a once lush poet-tree of creativity. Did I heed the signs of caution? Drowned by disappointment and shame, I emerged alive, I survived, But my hopes could not say the same. They settled with the sediment, Oh, how I miss when they thrived! When did it occur, The moment my heart was drained? And who was the one to procure The passion with which I was fashioned? From stained glass to broken glass, stained. The inventive ambition has waned, The glowing spectrum has faded. I pray all will be reattained. For I am overworn and forlorn; Once sculpting precious gems, now just simply jaded.

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Over again What I would do just to see your face once more Even though I know you’d hurt me again To hold you and love you all through the night I do anything to have that moment reattained. So many poems , affection and heart Put into everything , and “everything you “ The glowing moon has lost its magic The morning horizons lost its hue. Although I wish your arms around me I know it’s not for very long It would be wonderful for a while But then back to the same old song. I’d love to kiss you over and over But I know sooner or later , you’d you’d only hurt me all over again.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC

hank-van-well-jr

Over again

Over again What I would do just to see your face once more Even though I know you’d hurt me again To hold you and love you all through the night I do anything to have that moment reattained. So many poems , affection and heart Put into everything , and “everything you “ The glowing moon has lost its magic The morning horizons lost its hue. Although I wish your arms around me I know it’s not for very long It would be wonderful for a while But then back to the same old song. I’d love to kiss you over and over But I know sooner or later , you’d you’d only hurt me all over again.

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