"reevaluated" poems - Hello Poetry

Recreated In the image of who I want to be. Reborn From a newly discovered stage of development. I am renewed and reevaluated. Now vibrant and breathless Open and waiting For you, always for you. For me, too. But in a different way. Finally, facing my id. Finally, flying.

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Jul 28, 2010

Jul 28, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC

christine

renewed

Recreated In the image of who I want to be. Reborn From a newly discovered stage of development. I am renewed and reevaluated. Now vibrant and breathless Open and waiting For you, always for you. For me, too. But in a different way. Finally, facing my id. Finally, flying.

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I've over and under thought this reevaluated the situation more times than I can count I've been back, forth and on the fence a few times and tried to drink you away until the liquor ran out it could end in a lovely mess or messy love, and truth be told I'm not sure which is better. Scared of what may come, we try to stay far away from each other yet for some reason we can't help but keep falling together

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC

20something

4am

I've over and under thought this reevaluated the situation more times than I can count I've been back, forth and on the fence a few times and tried to drink you away until the liquor ran out it could end in a lovely mess or messy love, and truth be told I'm not sure which is better. Scared of what may come, we try to stay far away from each other yet for some reason we can't help but keep falling together

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How many regrets are you allowed to hold before its better to lay them down and forget them? I'm spending a lot of time looking back Back to when I was in high school and I felt that I knew who I was Back before the heartbreak that made me rethink all of my actions and motivations I have reevaluated, reexamined, reminded, and rewrote so much of who I am I see that past as a stranger I'm on the outside looking in And what I see is a skinny boy with a lot of acne and a big heart that he tried to hide under layers of boisterous and loud nonsense and misanthropic dispositions There are apologies I wish I could give but I know it's better if I didn't But it's the music tonight that brings me back again It hasn't been all that long since I took the stars down from my ceiling and whenever I look up at the night sky I can only imagine myself, age 16, looking back and wondering what the future would hold It's baggage I intend to leave at the station It's bitterness I want to erase from my heart but haven't figured out just how to do yet Back then I put a lot more hope in love But what did I know then of love? Will love be more kind to me in the future? I had only loved one other and since then I have not yet reached that emotion even when recently I had gotten closer than ever before But I am different now and don't know how to process such emotions and I feel all the dark moods waiting in the corners to once again make my mind consumed by their doubts So tonight As songs from high school and miscellaneous memories fly through my head I decide not to hide the dark moods but rather allow them to pass quietly in peaceful alone moments before they cause the dam to burst It's been three years and I have changed It's been three years and I am better It's been three years and it's approaching four and I'm beginning to realize now who I'm truly meant to be

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC

daniel-robinson

Eulogy To My Many Selves 2: Music and Regrets and Memory

How many regrets are you allowed to hold before its better to lay them down and forget them? I'm spending a lot of time looking back Back to when I was in high school and I felt that I knew who I was Back before the heartbreak that made me rethink all of my actions and motivations I have reevaluated, reexamined, reminded, and rewrote so much of who I am I see that past as a stranger I'm on the outside looking in And what I see is a skinny boy with a lot of acne and a big heart that he tried to hide under layers of boisterous and loud nonsense and misanthropic dispositions There are apologies I wish I could give but I know it's better if I didn't But it's the music tonight that brings me back again It hasn't been all that long since I took the stars down from my ceiling and whenever I look up at the night sky I can only imagine myself, age 16, looking back and wondering what the future would hold It's baggage I intend to leave at the station It's bitterness I want to erase from my heart but haven't figured out just how to do yet Back then I put a lot more hope in love But what did I know then of love? Will love be more kind to me in the future? I had only loved one other and since then I have not yet reached that emotion even when recently I had gotten closer than ever before But I am different now and don't know how to process such emotions and I feel all the dark moods waiting in the corners to once again make my mind consumed by their doubts So tonight As songs from high school and miscellaneous memories fly through my head I decide not to hide the dark moods but rather allow them to pass quietly in peaceful alone moments before they cause the dam to burst It's been three years and I have changed It's been three years and I am better It's been three years and it's approaching four and I'm beginning to realize now who I'm truly meant to be

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He must feel alone. Okay, yes, I know he’s just a drone. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel alone. He must miss Earth, his home. At night he must stare at the sky, At the stars and the moon, Wishing that he’ll come home soon. Little does he know that his live feed, Is no longer seen. The messages he’s sending, Are deemed a waste of spending. Because down here on Earth, We’ve reevaluated his worth. But no one let him know, Up there all alone. That drone. That must miss Earth, his home.

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Jun 14, 2020

Jun 14, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC

citruspoetry

Rover

He must feel alone. Okay, yes, I know he’s just a drone. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel alone. He must miss Earth, his home. At night he must stare at the sky, At the stars and the moon, Wishing that he’ll come home soon. Little does he know that his live feed, Is no longer seen. The messages he’s sending, Are deemed a waste of spending. Because down here on Earth, We’ve reevaluated his worth. But no one let him know, Up there all alone. That drone. That must miss Earth, his home.

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If I offer compassion to those that hate me, what will it accomplish? If I find the hopeless and give them kindness, what will that achieve? To give of myself and my wealth to those that have nothing, will it change a thing? If you believe in nothing then the answer is no, but if you believe in something, then yes there will be a gain. For mercy begets other kindness, though you may not see it. Though the one to whom you are merciful may not be grateful, the act of being merciful is seen by others. When your actions makes another rethink their actions and deliberate what they believe. Then a change can begin to take hold. Evil can be undone from with in. A cruel ideology can be reevaluated. One lowly person can accept your actions as a different way to live. Thus a repeating of what you have done, is what mercy shall gain.

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC

james-m-vines89

What Shall Mercy Gain

If I offer compassion to those that hate me, what will it accomplish? If I find the hopeless and give them kindness, what will that achieve? To give of myself and my wealth to those that have nothing, will it change a thing? If you believe in nothing then the answer is no, but if you believe in something, then yes there will be a gain. For mercy begets other kindness, though you may not see it. Though the one to whom you are merciful may not be grateful, the act of being merciful is seen by others. When your actions makes another rethink their actions and deliberate what they believe. Then a change can begin to take hold. Evil can be undone from with in. A cruel ideology can be reevaluated. One lowly person can accept your actions as a different way to live. Thus a repeating of what you have done, is what mercy shall gain.

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