"reintroduce" poems
I'd like to introduce myself to you
One letter, one syllable, one word at a time
I would like to take things slow with you
Play get to know with you
Like I've never been allowed to do before
I want to capture those butterflies
And release them into skies of us
Me and that one
My Mr. Right that has paid your attention in full
That can simmer in the quite between our glances
He would never waste our time on second chances
Because we are what time well spent is
I would like to introduce myself to you
Spell me out with big doe eyes
That only you can read into
That only you would take the years to understand
And looking back
You see me for who I am
Unadorned by outside exteriors
I never feel vulnerable with you
You cloak me in the reassurance that you are here
Here in each moment that I need you
I would like to introduce myself to you
Planting memories that we can sip on in our bad days
Locked in gazes that I don't care to escape
I can't wait to meet you, or reintroduce
I would like to introduce myself to you
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC
I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath
And I can't decide if it's the holes left behind from
cigarette smoke burns
Or the pieces of me that followed behind you
It's 10:05 and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth
the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times
Wishing from fruitless bones
Remembering could have beens that weren't
And chasing endings that never quite were within reach
And I know cigarette fills don't last
But I can taste my time running out
And my bones refuse to give away hints to weather it's a
countdown or liftoff
The essence never quite strong enough to disguise
the bitter after-taste your words left behind with me
It's 4:00 am and as smoke fills my lungs
I vaguely remember being told
the only souls awake at this time are
the lonely and the loved
Now it's been months since I was introduced to this hour but still
all I feel is nothing.
You told me pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes
but that never stopped my lungs from burning
every time you breathed my way
Leaving scars of razor sharp words never spoken
Pushed down to the hollow of my scorching throat
Thirsting for the oasis of the syllables
they were never quite within reach of quenching.
They say cigarettes curve your hunger.
And I guess they're almost right because
so far all this nasty habit has curved is
My appetite for you
Now it Hurts to realize that the attention
I mean cigarettes
You willingly offered were just cleverly disguised poison
Burning away my insecurities only to reintroduce them in misunderstood exhales of passion
All I have left to feel are my lungs gasping for every last breath
Lungs pulsing for every last breath
Lungs shrinking to accommodate every last breath
You took away from me
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
You have the audacity
To stroll by my house
Thinking your tough ****
Calling out to me that I'm the *****
You already met my fist
Once, twice before
So if you want
I shall reintroduce to you
My fist
Hey *****
And **** You
Now that you're acquainted
Get the **** out of my neck of the woods
And learn your place
At the bottom of the dirt on my shoes
I wish you the best of luck
With the disfigurement of your face
But think again before
You want to have a rematch
You should of learned the first and second time
You can't and wont beat me
And please don't get your big brother
Because his 6 foot 209 lbs ***
Will be quickly hospitalized just like the last time
He made the same foolish decision you did
Plus it will just make you look just that much more
Of the pathetic **** faced ***** that you are
So please leave me alone
I really don't have the time
To play these childish games with you
Hey Bitch...Fuck You
The names of my fist that
Have left their mark on your face
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
The last time you knew me,
I was not
as fond of substances.
when you decided not to know me anymore,
the
downwards
spiral
began-
allow me to reintroduce myself:
Hello, my name is unimportant, and my brain is buzzing.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 12:11 PM UTC
Can we start over again?
Can we be strangers again?
This time we'll start off as friends and not lovers.
Maybe we can see if there really is chemistry, and not just between the covers.
This time we can actually spend time talking?
We can laugh
And recreate memories
And give each other a second chance
Let me reintroduce myself
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
Forever in Almost
I read a poem applauding your second love
for teaching you that love still exists
after being broken, but what if your second love
is the same as your first, but not the same at all?
The same arms hold me, but they feel new.
Like when the bus is pulling away but stops
to let you on or when the light turns yellow
with just enough time for you to slip through
or when you catch the door before it closes
or when you drop something
and catch it in time.
We lost each other like missed exits that keep driving
but found ourselves and now we know all
we have to lose. Dancing with the words we
only danced around before like a spinning top,
one wrong breath could end it.
How can something so fragile not be beautiful?
To have the person who broke you be the person
to reintroduce you to 3am’s,
drives with no destination,
street hugs covered in darkness,
and brown eyes being beautiful.
But he didn’t break me. I broke
by telling myself I loved him when really,
he was the first person I wanted
to love and be loved back by
but I’ve learned that’s not always how it works.
Sometimes you miss each other
like points plotted on the same grid
but not the same spot or parallel lines
that just run side-by-side.
Because, sometimes the bus leaves,
the light turns red,
the door closes,
and you can’t
catch it in time.
Almost there,
but never doing
what it takes
to be there.
So we’ll live together forever
in what we have built and left,
in what could have been,
in what almost was,
and what a beautiful
thing that is.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
I see you're wary of my motivation for reconciliation
Maybe getting flirty with you the other day was a mistake but it was only a bit of fun. No vowel play -Don't stress it.
You're doing that thing where you're getting all weird and apologetic,
not replying for time, was a time I'd just think forget it
Cause the cryptic **** is frustrating,
but as times gone by, the emotions subside I find it a-cute-ly boring, bordering on comical.
Got me thinking dang this use to affect me like a rat invested rental - how did I let it?! Sinking waiting for you to be blunt or upfront is like tryin to understand ****** -I'll never get it.
I know this now so don't sweat it, I expect no less, I accept it. If the convos dead it's dead, I've said it.
I merely seek to be reconciled with the situation so I can make my peace. I said my piece, put it to bed, it's dead rest in peace. Just tryin to love thy neighbourly, maybe get some more recipes: rice and peas.
Cause the most I'd hope for is friendship but I won't force it, they'll be no pleas and thank yous, it's true I missed what it used to be, I miss the person in you I used to see.
I don't know what it will be now; that times passed. I don't know who you are now; I'm not sure if I ever did but to resurrect the past is not the plan in all of this
So Let me reintroduce myself,
Hey, I'm Rhian
Let me Shake your hand
I know you hope for understanding,
I try hard to understand
But you don't always express yourself as best you can
I stress You can
Don't be afraid the clean slate
Will free your hands
Roll the dice
Tell me where it lands
If it's possible to
Reconcile as solo artists
With fond memories of our band
But if not
Best wishes are still my command
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Jay-Z sounds like he's underwater. And the showerhoses tilt shut and the bathroom door opens to reveal - well, what I thought was a sealing wound thankfully turned out to be headphone covers and my brother's obscured big toe. Trembling.
He walks as if he was the rapper himself - chest hunched, back lurching forward like that of a street cat who doesn't know he's made it. Shaky feet, wet hair, darkened eyes that hadn't been shut for days.
''For my father was black, and beautiful, and beautiful, therefore, black. There was a blackness to him that was beautiful. A blackness entirely clear and his own.'' -James Baldwin, Notes on a Native Son (paraphrased).
His legs if you roll up the pajama bottoms are filled with quilt patched mosquito bites and blacks and blues. Self-inflicted. Eyebag patches punched back into his face resurfacing in the hidden contours of his thigh. Trembling. Allow me to reintroduce myself. Trembling.
He is and he isn't. No native son of ours black but yellow covered, yellow but eyes tinged with red, and awash in shadows black and blue - he is beautiful - puffy eyed, brickfaced boombox carrying screamer of profanity and tongue tied silence all and still - he is black, and he is beautiful.
An underwater mixtape taking shape to be a broken record anthem.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Oh Poetry, Oh Poetry
You have given me new life
And another reason to be scolded by the one in my life
She doesn't approve of any thing that I do
to her I'm just a silly rhyming fool
She is the anti poet I don't say this in jest
She says poetry ***** and points her finger in my chest
I crack a big smile as I sit in eternal bliss
I ponder my next poem will it be a hit or miss?
Should I make one about flying away on wings of words
Or create a universe where I float away on ships of verbs
My mastery is endless as I spin a syllable through time upon my magic carpet made of rhyme
For finally, I have found my one true home my confidence everyday has grown
I'm grateful to this ancient art, I pledge to poetry to do my part
To reintroduce what wasn't lost for that I will pay any cost
Oh Poetry, Oh Poetry you have given me life
I was just kidding
With poetry I can express my love in many ways to the one in my life
As long as she doesn't knock my
Oh Poetry, Oh Poetry. =D
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
Red
Like our love
My veins still have remains
Something I cannot get rid of
And it’s you
In fact
The blood test came back
Like my suicide pact
Positive for you
Orange
Resembling the Icelandic poppies
That I planted within my heart
But they are just copies
Of what used to be beautiful
Like the burning impression
Left by your lips
Not as strong as my depression
But still close
Yellow
As bright as the sun
Giving me warmth on my darkest days
Yet you were done
Right as the clouds rolled in
It’s ironic how something
So fluffy
Is crushing
My inner hopefulness
Green
Accompanied with my illness
As you’re ******* that guy
I know it’s none of my business
But still
It brings a form of serenity
Perhaps because you
Finally found your identity
**** you
Blue
That’s what my hair bleeds
When I rinse you off me
Identical to a field of weeds
Tangled and knotted
I feel so astronomical
Higher than the galaxies
Yet it feels anatomical
To be down here with you
Purple
Coloring in my bruises
From your thoughts
Popped fuses
I’m on overload
Like your excuses
In why you didn’t love me
So why don’t we reintroduce
Each other
So this may never happen again.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Hello there,
Its been a while.
Did you miss me?..
Of course you did,
We're old friends after all.
I'll admit,
I'm a bit disappointed.
You tried to ignore me for a while,
Tried to shut me out.
Did you forget so easily?
You need me to survive, remember?
I am part of you,
I always have been.
May as well face it,
You’re stuck with me.
Just let me take control...
It’ll be easier that way.
I promise I won't hurt you.
I'll be gentle.
After a while,
You might forget that I'm even there.
I'll reintroduce myself,
Since it's been a while.
Hello there,
My name is Mr. Anxiety.
And I missed you, oh so dearly.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
The World Will Not Be Pleased
(Poem by Serenus)
I can’t please everybody
That’s the bottom line
I tried to fit their mold for me
And I failed every time
I made myself the “nice guy”
Reliable…Mr. Dependable
Now I realize- to most of them
I was just expendable
Disposable, unnoticeable
Until they needed something from me
I was so approachable
Now I’m uncontrollable
Because they can’t get what they need
A change was bound to come
And it was very clear to see
Let me reintroduce myself
This is the brand new me…
Oh you don't like it?
You know that you are
Free too leave...
because no matter what i do
…The world will not be pleased
I can’t make everyone happy
And yes I’m done with trying
I realize it will be the death of me
If I continue complying
Ask me to jump
And I’ll never again say “how high?”
Id share with you my water
In the heat of a desert
But you would just drain me dry
Love me for who I am
I refuse to beg and plead
Id rather die standing up
Than live forever on my knees
I love the word “No”
I can now say it with such ease
Something so simple
Has absolutely set me free…
I could care less
If you don't like me
Your hate will not be appeased
because no matter how
"Perfect" i try to be
…The world will not be pleased
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 12:43 AM UTC
Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.
I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded -
packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities.
I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits,
to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire,
its ice-cycle crystal contrail will point, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you.
Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections,
and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires.
I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true,
to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and ******
.
.
music for this:
Someday by Sugar Ray
sunburn by almost monday
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Heaven by Los Lonely Boys
May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 1:16 PM UTC
If I promise not to empty my lint trap,
will you promise to come back
and reintroduce yourself as the "boy who likes the leaves on your wall"
to the girl who is "lucky enough to have beautifully colored lint,
kind of like a rainbow"?
It's the closest I've ever been told,
"she's like a rainbow".
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
This is the next movement a new notebook a new feeling some spoken word smooth **** for everybody to vibe and groove with
First allow me to reintroduce myself my name is Neroamee Alucard despite the name if I played football I'd need a c$ck guard
My heart is hard due to pain and rain weighing on Me like an anvil on my brain. My mind is icy like Mr. Freeze with ease I displease myself and defeat all these toy emcees
Gears are grinding like a slow jam let me run this poetic program enough of my sappy bland ******** I gotta speak my mind in rhyme so if you've ever had depression or thought of suicide then pay close attention to this line
It sounds cliche but it's always darkest before the break of day so it may be bad and cold right now but it gets better my friend so put that knife down don't let your story end
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
My mind is stuck between the everlasting feelings of admiration and the cold wonder of hesitation
What is going on with me?
The feelings that I used to trust so much have become nothing but mere suggestions and a hunch
What is going on with me?
It should just be so simple
To recognize and act on every symbol
But the fact is that it is not always so simple
And the feelings that once were my closest friend have become a stranger in a familiar place
I shouldn’t have to reintroduce myself to my feelings
What will I even say?
As I glaze up at the ceiling I sit and ponder
Will I ever come up with a solution for this worry and wonder
I run on heart alone
Because my brain deceives me
But as cracked and weathered as an old stone
My heart is beginning to be
I need to restore it
Give it new light
Bring it to a place where it can restore
And give it something to see
I need to turn this stone heart into a flourishing plant
Never to be killed because the light will never disappear
But that future doesn’t appear to be near
So for now I will just sit, waiting, wondering, over here.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Can we restart?
Reintroduce ourselves
We'll be strangers for the first little while
But just like before, we'll be fast friends
We'll look out for each other
We'll do what we did before
But with all the more knowledge and experience
I want to get lost in your eyes again
I want to learn you starting from nothing
So tell me:
Starting the hour I get off the plane
And we see each other again after so long
Can it be the first time
We've ever met
Again
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Sometimes I just want to
reintroduce old habits.
Swallow that "friend" and
feel more secure.
Chase it with a shot
or two.
Numb the everyday angst.
Deplete the panic and anxiety
back to the depths of my mind,
now cloudy and calm.
There will be no more rain
for the time being.
My "friends" are there for me.
But reality has a way of attacking
and protruding through the clouds
like a missile
aimed directly at my center
and prematurely crumbling core.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Sometimes I think if I break... will I spill out?
Memouries and melodies are the only treasures I have.
Sometimes I dream of falling asleep.
Every morning I face the nightmare of waking up.
Everyday I must reintroduce myself.
Every night I know I will forget.
Patiently I wait for The day.
Every evening I close my eyes in anguish.
I sleep cold at night.
I sleep with both eyes open.
Am I just a mistake?
Or have I yet to find myself?
Teethgrinding -I can't stop.
The silence is deafening.
I prefer the lights out at night.
That way I am free to see what I want.
I wish I knew how to dance
With someone new.
I don't like how the mirror looks at me.
It won't tell me anything, but I can see it in their eyes.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am strangely not me
Over there.
I post and delete
I post and delete
The things that make me me.
I think I might have to
Delete that me
That isn't me
And reintroduce myself to the (real) world.
But I don't know if anyone is there, anymore.
I think they're all
Unmaking themselves
Over there.
I don't think they would recognise
Me.
I don't know if I recognise myself.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:34 PM UTC
I'll admit that hurt.
But hey I've been hit harder than that and if you think I'm gonna back down.
Then let me reintroduce myself.
I'm the guy who would drop everything just because you needed some one to talk to.
I'm the guy who held you as you burst randomly into tears.
I'm the guy who kicked himself every day for not noticing you sooner.
And I'm the guy who is willing to put these feelings aside in public to be friends with you because I don't want to lose you.
You may not write about me, but nearly all these poems are for you.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Go on and resist
go on and make my day
your corrupt and twisted sense of justice
will never succeed anyway.
How hypocritical of you
to fight violence with one of the same.
How two faced you are
always shifting the blame.
You can't stay still
and yet you demand a change
yet there you are
still the same.
Your corrupt sense of morals
attacked an elderly man in a wheel chair
Your ignorance for reason and debate
won't allow for opposing thoughts
to allow room for voice there.
You whine and complain
shout and pout
throw a fit
a tantrum
just because
things won't go your way.
Step aside children,
and let the adults have their say.
You've lost all credibility
you've all gone insane!
Instead of preventing it
all you cause
is pain!
So do not expect mercy
do not expect pity
do not expect anything else
then a lesson so plain.
Step out of line
we'll reintroduce you to it
you're the muck of society
we'll show you where you fit.
In the Trash.
So go on and burn a few trash cans
break a few windows of stores
we'll all be waiting for you
this is our promise
of course.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
And so silence was my middle name.
Unabridged.
Alphabet hammered ,bruised and battered.
Letters chiseled to perfection with only a tinge of willingness.
For the brief chance I had to a whiff of fresh air ;the fresh air that briskly made love to the reality of my circumstance, I was willing .
Willing to endure what had tested me with no memorandum inked to attest to my hardships .
Til the very same fog that danced around the uncertain rhythms of my life, stagnated .
Still.
Stood anxiously awaiting a staggering movement from me .
Still.
A haze I never wished to intensify .
A blur that clogged the oceans of my eyes sailed by amateur emotions that were bound by unruly currents.
I found myself drowning all over again.
Gasping for that fresh air all over again . Holding on to that willingness all over again .
And then I suffocated .
Wriggled in my own imperfections.
Oxygen no longer felt like an element that gave me life .
Period.
It cringed in the air and allowed me to breathe in it’s uncertainty.
Breathe in it’s discomfort and displacement.
Still leaning left to right ,still attempting to comprehend where I stand because with a table of rusty , polluted contents , a girl like me could never be in her element.
Until silence was my middle name.
Birthed in the aftermath.
Words no longer strong enough to carry the emotion I filled them with .
No longer prepared to sway with heaviness .Unbalanced because I was stripped of a beauty that I created for myself and was left to feel less than nothing .
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
Silence is the name.
Daughter to Fear and adopted by Contentment.
Silence is the name.
Cousin to anxiety and befriended by Peace.
Still ,my name is silence .
And silence is still my name .
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC