"refinish" poems - Hello Poetry

One Reaps what he sews Working hard to be granted the brighter way. Such ingredients add up To a better product. Something created on a brighter day... .Threads are made of strands of despair's tears or strands of true love's strands Sew with the lesser of these two strengths Your life's fabric rips apart One must resew the parts of life's broken cloth Once sewed with the wrong thread One must refinish the quilt of life to mend together one's self If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend such actions will lead him to a colder day. Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making a true hearten stand. Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down. You earned his golden threads of truth and love. You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to Cover your weakness under and down.

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May 16, 2016

May 16, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

The Quilt of Life

One Reaps what he sews Working hard to be granted the brighter way. Such ingredients add up To a better product. Something created on a brighter day... .Threads are made of strands of despair's tears or strands of true love's strands Sew with the lesser of these two strengths Your life's fabric rips apart One must resew the parts of life's broken cloth Once sewed with the wrong thread One must refinish the quilt of life to mend together one's self If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend such actions will lead him to a colder day. Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making a true hearten stand. Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down. You earned his golden threads of truth and love. You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to Cover your weakness under and down.

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*You want me to tell you what happened, don't you? You want me to bare it all, every sordid detail.* ..... And so she sat there at the dining room table, even now 20 plus years later, I still feel sorry for her. How hard it must have been for her to say, "I think we have become too familiar with one another, and I need to find myself". What the **** did that mean? She has never said anything like that in the 10 years we'd been married. What the **** I didn't know then, but those were euphemisms a friend had told her to say. She wasn’t really all that good at communicating you see. She took a bight of souffle and kept blankly staring at the refurbished china hutch, the one she picked out at the flea market and said we would refinish it together. We... never did. I said, with a new found fear in my voice, "So this is it?". I hadn’t yet felt the sting of actually getting a divorce. And with a heart stopping seriousness in here eyes she said, "I think it is." Blood rushed to my head, like a car running a stop sign in front of me, I crashed. On my one shoulder was a devil that wanted to yell and scream and call her names. On the other was the Angel of Karma, telling me that this is one of those moments in life that you are either going to be proud of, or regret. So quietly I said, "how can I help you find yourself ?". All the while frantically thinking..... Think, think, think of something to say that will keep her from leaving.

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May 2, 2013

May 2, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC

ld-goodwin

late October of 1989

*You want me to tell you what happened, don't you? You want me to bare it all, every sordid detail.* ..... And so she sat there at the dining room table, even now 20 plus years later, I still feel sorry for her. How hard it must have been for her to say, "I think we have become too familiar with one another, and I need to find myself". What the **** did that mean? She has never said anything like that in the 10 years we'd been married. What the **** I didn't know then, but those were euphemisms a friend had told her to say. She wasn’t really all that good at communicating you see. She took a bight of souffle and kept blankly staring at the refurbished china hutch, the one she picked out at the flea market and said we would refinish it together. We... never did. I said, with a new found fear in my voice, "So this is it?". I hadn’t yet felt the sting of actually getting a divorce. And with a heart stopping seriousness in here eyes she said, "I think it is." Blood rushed to my head, like a car running a stop sign in front of me, I crashed. On my one shoulder was a devil that wanted to yell and scream and call her names. On the other was the Angel of Karma, telling me that this is one of those moments in life that you are either going to be proud of, or regret. So quietly I said, "how can I help you find yourself ?". All the while frantically thinking..... Think, think, think of something to say that will keep her from leaving.

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She was the big dream we all shared. We snuck in through the windows and walked through the rooms. Each claiming one for our selves or describing how we could use another. We would lay on the carpet, playing cards, telling stories, or most commonly planning. Planning where the garden would be. Imagining what the summer nights would be like with the stars and the lights from the front porch. Mixed with the warm air and the boys playing basketball in front of the garage. Maybe we would get a dog. We would have to refinish the basement. I wonder if the dishwasher works? We would be so happy here! Was said at least once every visit. Then eventually we would line up to slide back out the portal we had entered. Back to being seventeen. Back to being poor, back to the trailer for me. Back to their grandma's for others. But this quirky, empty house slowly being engulfed by the earth she was all of us. Purple walls with blue cat prints. Pentagonal windows knee high on the walls. Abandoned, weird, but special, this one dream we all shared.

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC

kelsey-campbell

The Purple House

She was the big dream we all shared. We snuck in through the windows and walked through the rooms. Each claiming one for our selves or describing how we could use another. We would lay on the carpet, playing cards, telling stories, or most commonly planning. Planning where the garden would be. Imagining what the summer nights would be like with the stars and the lights from the front porch. Mixed with the warm air and the boys playing basketball in front of the garage. Maybe we would get a dog. We would have to refinish the basement. I wonder if the dishwasher works? We would be so happy here! Was said at least once every visit. Then eventually we would line up to slide back out the portal we had entered. Back to being seventeen. Back to being poor, back to the trailer for me. Back to their grandma's for others. But this quirky, empty house slowly being engulfed by the earth she was all of us. Purple walls with blue cat prints. Pentagonal windows knee high on the walls. Abandoned, weird, but special, this one dream we all shared.

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Reimagine Imagine Reboot Boot Refinish Finish Redevelopnent Develop Creativity and Originality? C@rainbowchaser 2023

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Nov 2, 2022

Nov 2, 2022 at 10:29 AM UTC

Maddypb

Originality

Reimagine Imagine Reboot Boot Refinish Finish Redevelopnent Develop Creativity and Originality? C@rainbowchaser 2023

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a noodle for breakfast one egg for supper insult me winter double my riches summer years require I say no did not go will not go what is this friend? coral statue refinish cement for cheap a fair price liar one child makes time what are you? a plus bee minus sixty over one-hundred the jail waits the hospital does too! sloppy *** more more unwanted, ****** up kids paint during my last concert a man interrupts I demolish my wrists & splash blood across his face

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC

wordsalwayshurt

where is my brother?

a noodle for breakfast one egg for supper insult me winter double my riches summer years require I say no did not go will not go what is this friend? coral statue refinish cement for cheap a fair price liar one child makes time what are you? a plus bee minus sixty over one-hundred the jail waits the hospital does too! sloppy *** more more unwanted, ****** up kids paint during my last concert a man interrupts I demolish my wrists & splash blood across his face

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“Grocery store glances, and one right hand turn. Run away from roaming eyes, ignore the faded t-shirt and broadened back. Eyes of blue, eerie, distant and filled with dismay. Dangerous and taunting, tormenting my insides, so I’m daring the fates and stealing a glance, all the while I’m losing a staring contest. I sigh, and try not to remember. Heart hammering and breathing begins to become heavy. Heart aches, and bones shake. Surrendering the thought of you, while sanding down my heart to refinish it to its normal state. Steady breathing, and bare bodies, memories flash, heated glances and hurtful chanting. Hating distances and grocery bags, I sag at the thought of you, and forget why I ever hated you.”

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May 6, 2020

May 6, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC

unrulybrokenheart

Groceries & forgotten feelings

“Grocery store glances, and one right hand turn. Run away from roaming eyes, ignore the faded t-shirt and broadened back. Eyes of blue, eerie, distant and filled with dismay. Dangerous and taunting, tormenting my insides, so I’m daring the fates and stealing a glance, all the while I’m losing a staring contest. I sigh, and try not to remember. Heart hammering and breathing begins to become heavy. Heart aches, and bones shake. Surrendering the thought of you, while sanding down my heart to refinish it to its normal state. Steady breathing, and bare bodies, memories flash, heated glances and hurtful chanting. Hating distances and grocery bags, I sag at the thought of you, and forget why I ever hated you.”

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