"refound" poems
It was a moment of painful despair
Typing between tears and gasping for air
Convinced there was no one left who cared
This was my final, desperate plea
The call for help, so hard to see
My broken heart rejecting life in me
Deleted moments after my posting
I felt the world - "worth ghosting"
And very little expected opposing
What was the point anyway?
But then, your words reached out to mine
Chased away the screaming in my mind
Cradled my shattered soul in kind
And over the course of weeks, befriend
Refound purpose; continued me to mend
A feeling of trust that cannot bend.
Saved from a monster from deep within
My will to live, once so paper thin
Gratitude for you, where could I ever begin?
Sep 27, 2022
Sep 27, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
I am a traveller, a travelling man
And have wandered far and wide
With nothing but the flip flops on my feet
And fisherman’s trousers for a net.
And during these travails and trials I
Have heard many a tale, both tall and true,
And one day in a distant field I heard talk
Of a special cosmic law, another worldly rule of physic,
A fifth or sixth sense or dimension,
As earth-shattering as Newton’s apple.
It is...
A law of diminishing returns
Operating particularly at music festivals.
Let me explain.
So far I’ve lost,
My nice woolly zip up cardigan, half my contact lenses
My bass drum pedal, (Though that might still be in the van)
My wallet, containing money and cards, my baccy.
I lost and then refound my filters 18 times throughout the day,
Though each time they returned diminished in number,
Two packs of bacon, lost to the public stomach,
Three lighters, none of which were mine,
My mind, last night, though I found it lying
Outside my tent again in the morning sun,
And fifteen lovely strangers, who turned out to be friends.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 4:22 PM UTC
Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...
Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...
Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition
Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?
Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?
Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls
Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC
Clairvoyant vision and elegant rythym
Perfect expression and she saw within him
She was powerful, she was undeplorable
Loosing her, made writing unlegible
Heterocromic brown eyes
Draws regret to his lies
Her voice can change the tide
and incinerate your soul inside
He was derranged, blind, and in pain
Thus he inflicted so much of the same
He could not forgive his serious miststakes
Unable to change, he turned the page.
A new being, a new man
He will correct his change
And never look for blame
Complete and imperfect.
He will await a new first kiss
with the illustrious
This poem was written about a teenage boy
He was young, aggravated, and destroyed
He met a young girl who was everything
He failed to act right and express his meaning
His impatients and unappreciation ended
Timely mended, led him to understanding.
If you know and love what you have, you will never loose it...
unless it needs to be lost and refound.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
By length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation,
—last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
Hollywood holds still,
as Denver waits it out.
New York's bustling brand names,
create the mindless; a drought.
Now through solitude and certainty,
the public now refound.
The poor now the prized,
the rich once proud.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
I find it funny
even a little sad
that wound you say ripped you apart
doesnt seem to heart that bad
anymore
as you drape your arms around her
words you never said before
was it all meant for this?
every forfeited kiss
i let slip from my loose lips
a different person now
little way of knowing how
we lived in the person before
are you happy?
is your soul free from the person you used to be
walls built too high for me to peak over and see
the one that clipped your wings is the one i set you free
to her you go
double the hours you drove to me
and thats a-ok but I just dont know what to do
about that shirt I helped you pick out
and the letter I hid in your room?
sewn scars etch my letters on white
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
my heart wants to understand and
be refound in what my mind reads.
a clarity of what happens in front of me
because is hard, and I get tired.
so tired of trying
and slowly I let go. becoming numb.
staying like that until I'll figure it out
to cry myself to sleep at night
to make rhymes in my head
with
this disease
how sick is that?
thought, I can still see "the forest"
but is not green. is grey to black.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Break me down.
Tear me apart.
Tired of being..
A wall..
Made of concrete
with reinforced steel.
I want to be a green hill
and an old Oak
Where people sit,
read, think and feel.
Where I can see the sunrise
and the ascend of the night.
Where I can welcome you
in my world
and shield you with my branches
and leaves
from the cold rain
in the midst of a starfilled sky.
Where resolve is strengthened or refound.
Where selves are again centered
and doubts dissolved in morning mists.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
a single word,
rejiggered
refound in the endless, floundering
someday~possibility bin of my
unbalanced brain, noted forlornly
on March 13, 2017@5:28 pm, the
trigger unpulled, the triggering,
long forgot, but my sense of duty
quizzes me, howling,
“how long you gonna run
that body’s words~worthiness down,”
leaving it orphaned, I’m surrounded
by finger pointing, some grand waggling,
and my genetic J-guilt is overwhelming,
**rejigger my schedule,
rejigger my responsibilities,
email excuse~me apologies**
and think upon the vastness
of the worded task, an eleventh
commandment that requests
a close examination of your
life’s intentions, and begin to
curse my two thumbs stumbles
in to files, chapters, notions
best forgotten for reasons quite
good enough
**** this uncovery discovery
and my sense of injustice that
now condemns both of us to a
tirade of remorse reminiscences
removal and so many re-verbs
-erations shaking me up that
this task now demands is
an old battleship
recommissioned,
a ship now
forced from retirement,
wantingretrofitting,
when I’m, my useful life
way past
my/our sell/use-by-date
so I do what any good theater loving
fool do, start singing
“Tomorrow, Tomorrow,
you're only a day away”
and beg for a one day extension,
a 24 hour forgiveness pass,
cause pressing matters
demand my immediate attention, like
finishing my epic life’s œuvre littéraire!
“How I Procastinated My Life Away”
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
If i could,
rewind time i would.
Not to change, or mess,
**** or bless
but to relive. Again.
The same mistakes and goals,
patch up the same holes,
live the bitter nights and
love the little fights.
To live. Once more.
There's one small issue.
Time travel's standard issue,
it's my heart will find you again.
When time's rewound and love's
refound, all good things must come
to an end.
Maybe one day, when i'm old and gray
you'll visit me.
to relive MY love
one final time.
Then once again. And again. And again.
Till no longer.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
A Mississippi back road
burns in my mind
Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds
That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down
Perdition, destruction,
—damnation refound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
Looking out
he took that step
intrepid
and risked it all
Faith to act
as his belay
one last piton
in the wall
Descent set free
in motion
a true heart
to guide him down
For love of life
and moments gone
belief once lost
—refound
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Dec 29, 2023
Dec 29, 2023 at 3:27 PM UTC
A bullys' gun is their mouth, their bullets are the cruel words they speak, their targets are those who they see as weak.
What can you do? Well for some the most tempting thing would be to throw a punch to shut them up, or instead find yourself your pride and strength, learn to ignore the words they speak.
Option 1 is more tempting but gets you into trouble, option 2 means you may known their inflated egos and burst their bubble, because when you stop reacting to the words they speak, they may realise you aren't the one who's weak.
A bullys gun is their mouth, their bullets are the words they speak, their targets are those they see as weak. So don't listen, don't doubt yourself, ignore the tempting urge to reply or lash out, they can keep firing but the bullets will soon rebound, the control, the power they once had will never be refound.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
I see nothing around me
Just a foggy mist
The cobble stones gleam like silver in the moon light
The silence is deafening
Pounding in my ears
Swirling black surrounds my form
The mist dampens my clothes causing them to cling to me
Shivering I look back
I can’t go back
Not an option anymore
I pray god will lead me on my way
I need to find a place to shelter me to let the tears fall freely
I’m close to losing all feeling
Each new step causes the numbness to spread
I feel it infecting my heart
Soon at the edge of my vision I see creatures
They look humanoid, but ghostly and lost
I realize I’m becoming one of them
Their cold hands reach for me beckoning me to join the ranks
Cold fear pierces my heart
fighting I try to pull away and run back
Screams pierce the night sky
Distorted, horrible, their mouths screech
They rip at my clothes with claw like nails
Lacerations mare my arms
I turn and run the way I came
Blindly I run with the wind whipping my hair back
Tripping over the uneven cobblestones I land
A pair or feet are near my head
Looking up into a bright light
I see him
I know him instantly
Smiling kindly he helps me up
Dressing my wounds, he blesses me
“I know you were lost my child, you strayed and refound yourself
Come I'll take you home"
with a sweet smile and a warm hand
i was swept from darkness and was brought home again
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC