"rekindle" poems
where are the bonds you used to use
upon me who was so willing
do you tie another now
and is she just as thrilling?…
I miss the ropes that were my own
They lie here still beneath my bed
Perhaps you will return one day
And tie me once again
There has been no other since
You were too good at what you did
Such love comes by but once
To share a life that is now dead
I reach and toy with them sometimes
Sweet memories of what was
Of nights of perfect loving wild
to rekindle thoughts of us
But they are to be no more I fear
Despite my wanting so
So I must lie and shed a tear
For all we used to know.
******
From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 **** Verses 2016
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
.
•
re-
kindle
the spark
that governed
this game•the fire
that once burnt as bri-
ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
pro
tect
the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart save the you will
isn't candle need
ready and to see
to make nur- me
sense ture with
of the it this
dark• to in-
fla- sig-
me• nia
as my
mark
•
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
With every set, my anxious heart beats with silver
Each of the beats, counting away the reign of the sun
Before finally taking my shift as guardian of the night sky
In my entirety, pulses of incandescent blood does run
As the sun leaves, I rise and and take my rightful place
I'd find my usual nook on my bed of black
Surrounded by familiar friends scattered all over
A million jewels spilling out of heaven's sack
I'd silently watch the earth, reaching with gentle translucent fingers
Silver searchlights scour the lands, I harvest all in view
But my beams were never meant for others
Do believe that... I've saved them only for you
Amongst the sea of hopefuls, I'd always find yours
Looking up with my reflection branded into those eyes
Let us merge our dreams of mercury and red
Rest in the cradle of my light, as I soothe all your cries
Dear Moongazer, it's been a few nights now
Bound by my predestined orbit, I can't help but turn away
Believe that I am resisting with all that I have in me
Unseen defiance in this futile fight so that longer I'd stay
Several more had passed... I feel the promise of fate encroaching
The crushing weight of universe's anvil bearing down
Tearing a little at a time, leaving me lesser than whole
Now I'm half draped in darkness' gown
As the nights go by, I've long been eaten
I peer from my side as I float a slim silver crescent
The time has arrived, my love, I shall leave you in the company of the stars
They will keep you safe even if they seem indifferent
Fully turned away, I now see only fresh new hearts
They all sing the same but none like you
Still I glow to rekindle their hopes and dreams
But what I long is for this tour to be through
After what seemed like an eternity, I'm coming back round
Looking for your beacon as I shine bright and clear
Let our entities intertwine as the moon and her gazer
*I am your lunar love...
and I am here...*
.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
Sing a song of Tajmahal
a fine nazm or a ghazal
Of this landmark for lovers
Ah, a lover's edifice
Complete with medieval bowers
It's a Mecca for tourists!
Tis sensational, tis exceptional
tis truly a touristy place.
Watch the shimmer of its magnificent marbled dome
Moonlight or sunlight, it glimmers of imperial chrome
It's ironical then
that though Indian-Arabian I am
I haven't yet been to this touristy place
It is truly as they must say, a lover's shrine
a place where hearts duly incline
They find it steamy
I find it dreamy
Oh, I've got to see for myself this touristy place.
Each of the marbled minarets
conceal such romantic secrets
for lovers to silently explore
to admire and to adore
A place human lovebirds couldn't ignore.
Ah you've got to visit this touristy place!
Two famed lovers lie in the legendary vault below
and the stream too it has a romantic flow
It's a lovers haven and paradise on earth
Even dead passions there undergo a rebirth
Ah, rekindle my love for you in this touristy place!
Extol I may this awesome imposing edifice
A greed for pure love is perhaps better than avarice
Löng live the legend of Shah jahan and Mumtaz mahal
Long live love and love like a Moghul
so forever we have this monumental grace!
Yeah take me my luv to this touristy place!
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
Seriously, Guys!
This is what I don't
I can't buy.
Like dogs, why do we fight?
When we can be kind and care
Why are people's souls filled with spite?
When love can fill the air
We are all originally
Simple Human Beings
We all have feelings
Feelings.
That one special gift God has bestowed upon us Graciously
That one special gift that separates that Monkey and Me
But are we
Being the good humans
We're expected to be
Are we,
To put it simply,
Being Human
Because, if we're not then...
We should Learn
If not
We'll never yearn
To
Be
Human
Open our eyes, ears
Hearts and Souls
To learn
To
Be
Human
Because we are Human,
Truly.
So we should be,
Obviously.
And write our own destiny
When our inner realization sparks
We would know in our hearts
That we've made a mistake
We would know that
HEY!
Why did we discriminate?
Why did we constantly hate?
When we all have blood of red
Which we often forget
When we all have two eyes
A mouth
And two ears
When, we humans, all
Have the capacity to fill oceans,
Lakes and streams
With our innocent tears
So
Step by Step
Hand in Hand
Let's all take a firm stand
To bring back
To rekindle
Our Beautiful World
When Humanity is Lost
We would not recover
We would not be able bear the price, the cost
When Love is over.
Lost with pointless
Battles and Wars
Lost due to endless
Violence and Brawls
There would be no return
So we should learn
Once again
To
Be
Human.
© SHREYA DRISTI
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
Love that feeling of completion
A giddy happy go lucky
Overwhelming warmth
Despair when apart
Lust a need an itch
Overtakes all reason
Desire short circuits the brain
Pleasure is all you can think about
Love is emotional
A bond that is tight
Encompassing pain, pleasure,
Heart wants to explode with an ache unexplainable
Lust electricty, sparks flying
Body heated, throbbing,
A need for release
A fire fulfilled by two bodies joining
Love has it's own heat
Bodies join in a mind blowing ecstasy
More emotional than physical
The two combine are greater than just one or the other
Lust will die in time without love
When you lust someone that is all it will be
Lust disappears
It doesn't last as that is all it is ***
Love builds and grows
Sometimes it falters
Words fail at times and feelings weaken
The door opens allowing lust to enter for another
Love should conquer all
Yet it does not if it isn't fought for
Marriage is never perfect
Love can last for eternity and beyond
Lust fades like the sunset over the water
It is swallowed up becomes mundane
If you pick lust over love
I hope you find out before you are to late
To late for what you might ask
I would say before the one that loves you gives up
Love will persevere but not forever
Love has its own lust rekindle it before allowing your eyes and
your hands to wander
Which do you think is better
To know love without lust?
To have lust without love?
Me? I want to have my love and lust with just one
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
delved so deep in to a dream
I got lost along the way it seems
woke up in a nightmare
murmuring things I didn't mean
and now the clock is ticking
a pendulum of searing pain
backwards, forwards and repeat
at least for me the pain is sweet
to be reminded of my shortcomings
to rekindle the flame of life's deceit
sleepless sleeping is a curse
and lifeless living I feel is worse
with every breath a problem unearthed
spirit and flesh, love and hate
I know not which will falter first
forgive my potential for that's what hurts
having something you forgot how to use
my self worth
my local church
and any gift I had from birth
back to my sleepless sleep I go
in to a realm of the unknown
where I break bottles with the lifeless living
and learn the dead can not keep giving
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
I am alive
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
To the best thing that's ever happened to me:
My mother told me that any serious relationship at my age isn't healthy.
And despite what I've experienced in my past,
I couldn't disagree more
When it comes to you.
Until my mother said that,
I couldn't find the words that could describe how you make me feel.
But now I know.
I know that
No matter if you're by my side
or out pursuing your greatness in the mountains,
Your smile reflects the light in my life that I've been yearning for,
Your words rekindle the warmth inside of my aching heart, and
Your lips revitalize my body every time they meet mine.
I have never felt healthier.
I have never felt more alive.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
When the last spark of wonder fades
from the eyes of our young
when we decide to live in a blase' Universe
only then are we lost, only then
have we ceased to find our North Star
and we become refugees
while sitting in out own homes
Trying to rekindle our flame, that old spirit
but alas we lack the spark
Ingenuity has died, cleverness lies withered
Renaissance will not come
for wonder has perished and us along with it
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
May the air be brazen
and unafraid.
To kiss the glowing embers
in our faltering hearts...
With its fingers,
albeit light and wispy
Yet...
Calloused with experience.
May it never loses
its motivation.
So it could grant us ours
and nurture us back
to flame.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Rekindle a past
A past of harmony
A past of glee
A past of light
Rekindle a past
A past of terror
A past of despair
A past of dark
Play the past
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I asked him why he did not travel on the roads anymore
He blamed fear and age
In my mind, I told him:
"I like the bittersweet taste of danger touching my lips"
But it was much more than that
Because you, constant and inconstant part of my body, which brings me contemplation and solitude
Let me bathe in the night and search the stars in the sky
As the midnight wind hits my body
I don't need anything else, just movement and freedom
I'm a hurricane, I'm everything and I'm nothing
My mind frees and turns itself off, to rekindle more attentively, more alive
And then take me to unfamiliar and distant places
And I will feel the breeze of the ocean,
And I will see the distance lights of the city
They shine just for me tonight
Competing with the starry sky and the moon reflecting on the sea
Just like lullabies on my mind
I don't need anyone, I am everything and I am nothing
I am a silent hurricane
Devoid of fear in its dark and tropical flavor
Climbing wet roads filled with nature
And just then
I will finally feel the bittersweet taste
Of freedom touching my lips
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Hope rekindles;
Flares under your skin
Heats in your ribcage
Flickers in your heart
Then it is blown out, leaving nothing behind but
Pain and darkness
Curdling in the pit of your stomach
Sinking at the back of your mind
Settling into your emotions,
Like it never left.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
I twist and turn,
Suffle in my
Hospital bed.
The drum of
The dextrose drops,
Plays as the background
For my despondent lulluby.
Clickering and clackering;
The white feet
On the frozen
Hospital floor
Feature the vocals
Of the weeping relatives
I do not know.
A chorus
Of morose songs
That bellow
From the valley
Of faded faces
Dulls the senses
Of the patients
In the ICU.
Doctors wearing
White garbs
With darkened eyes
Whisper to each other
Like a cult gathering
With prayers
And curses
On their lips.
They appear
To me
Like snakes
On the tree
Throwing sins
And travesties
To the
Invalid saints.
I, fight fervently
Against sleep.
Although almost
Twenty-four,
Am a child
Again.
A child who
Detests sleep
Like the plague
That took me.
In this hospital bed
I start my vigil;
A pilgrim to zion
Daunted by
The task before him.
Beset on all sides
By treasures
And trinkets
That would
Want him stray.
My eyes serve
As the lamp
To which
My body,
A servant,
Keeps alight.
In wait
For the return
Of the master.
An encounter
To rekindle
The bond
In childhood.
A chance
To decide
Which fashion
It will end.
So eyes,
Stay alight,
For your oil
Will only
Last one night;
Keep the fight.
Despondency
May fill these
Final moments
But at the moment
Of the master's
Return
The chorus
Of faded faces
Will turn into
Choirs of angels
And there;
Sleep.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC
Five AM, dawn
Like dead and God just woke up
Eyes blink to rekindle, yawn
Mind reinstates the system with an unfastened locker
Predator is prey
Rebels tie boots and camouflage through Monday.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
elemental [ˌɛlɪˈmɛntəl] adj
1. fundamental; basic; primal the elemental needs of man
2. motivated by or symbolic of primitive and powerful natural forces or passions elemental rites of worship
3. of or relating to earth, air, water, and fire considered as elements
My skin shapes itself around the scars seared mercilessly
Into my mind, soul and body.
I breathed you in.
The salt and tobacco, overwhelming
As I recall your twisted embrace
Enchanting, and toxic
Suffocating my soul, diminishing the blaze.
And I must rekindle myself
To find that place,
where you can’t be.
There is a part that wants .
To feel your presence, once again.
Holding me
Back down, into the dust that shapes,
and folds under
Crushing waves.
Of water
as they are colored by the suns flames
here resides an ever present rage
The fibers of forest green are darkened beneath
The weight of wet
assimilation
Transpires, enveloping you into a distant memory
Of nothingness
My scars seared on like armor
Remind I burn through air
And earth
Transcending creation,
Destruction’s my curse
You, as the maker
Took more than I was worth.
Maybe you knew in the wisdom
That sometimes comes with
strife.
The life you had given
Was not yours to claim.
These walls I built for water
stand sturdy, scorched by pain.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
i'm making wishes on flames,
that burn and fade away.
i'll cut a piece of cake,
and pretend like i believe,
and wait.
they say you can't rekindle a flame
once it has burned away;
but i want to think that you're the birthday candle
that keeps re-lighting; you know, those trick ones?
I use all my breath and blow out the flame,
i don't want to get burned,
but now the light's all gone.
I'm starring at the cake just hoping
you'll light up my world up again.
Maybe I should just enjoy the cake,
but I'd rather wait.
Please don't make me wait.
NJ2015 (All Rights Reserved)
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
From the rivers of moonlight
That are flowing through these veins
I hope to light the darkness
That has showered you with rain
Maybe from this light and whatever it may reap
We can weave together a thousand memories
Enough to rival the light of a new day
And if even then, the night is too much to bear
I'll rekindle my friendship with the dawn Asking for favours to keep you under its care
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 1:09 AM UTC
And it’s groovy ****
The way my words maneuver it
A user but I won’t be used
By all the drugs I’m doing
Shiiitt
They talk abusive ****
Like they’re the one’s that using it
And usually I’d be busy on my timone and pumba bizz
Ness is what it’s all about
They’ll tell you anything to reassure the cash come out
To their hands
You gotta fight em with your bare hands
n realize a workaround to their plan
And on another note
I be kickin flows with a dopeness
Thinkin I’m the one
Yeah
I been thinking I’ve been chosen
Cold, I flow frozen
Shows, the vibe golden
Ghost the most smoke, I got casper choking
Actors be pulling mad guap and holding chart topping spots
Well they had a soul, sold it.
We don’t like change
Boy they’ve got us all brainless
You prolly changed this for a song about some ****
This ain’t it,
Re-spray it
Re-paint it
Rekindle
The vibe is alive, revive your minds sizzle
It is you, you are a god you are a ******* goddess
How the hell on earth could they stop us.
They cannot, we got this,
Positive is progress
We taking it *******
Don’t know where the top is
We Jam.
Like, this is your brian,
This is your brain on drugs
Well this my brain when I let it just
JAM
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
I tried my best to rekindle our fire;
You just watered down all my attempts.
All efforts were futile.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
dreams long lost
swirl around me
in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.
*they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme
don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above
crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?*
in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams
but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame
and let flow in endless streams.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
This is...my space,
This is...my freedom,
Beyond this space...I imagine,
More of a life and a reality,
With paths so many past my minds horizon,
So why? why can't I see?
I step on each path, curious yet cautious,
just in case I fall down! or get lost on purpose?
It is not enough to just step on a path,
I have to explore it, taste it, feel it, nurture it, I HAVE TO,
Know its worth.
Whether I Rekindle the old or experience the new,
I'll still stand my ground, ready to take on whatever destiny I deserve!
I know it will take all my will, my strength, my power, my faith, my courage, my spirit my ALL!
These things, I must conserve...because the path is a treacherous one,
It waits for NO MAN.
I will take down any wall or troll,
I will breakdown any false image attempting to sway me from my intended pilgrimage,
This vision I so vividly see in my mind and in my soul,
It burns with a wild, raging flame of passion, and,
Oooooh!! it feels so right. because I know,
I KNOW!! I feel my destiny, and,
Its reaching out to me!
George Ng'ayu Wahome.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
What does a nightlight do?
What is it?
Not the children's kind
No
The person
A light in the night
The warm lamp in the dark room
The one who hugs you when all seems lost
The one who, when lost, cannot seem to find themselves
So the darkness needs to unite
We need to unite
To rekindle the nightlight's bright
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC