"rekindles" poems
I’m stumbling through a black abyss,
Surrounded by this nothingness,
Mirroring the emptiness,
inside my soul.
Along the way I find a lake,
A lake upon the path I take,
And near the lake there lies a sign,
Just before the water’s line.
And this is what the sign does say
,The sign I find upon my way:
“Here lies the gateway to the soul,
So look within if that’s your goal.”
So I kneel within this black abyss,
And gaze upon the lake’s surface,
My reflection meets my eyes,
A face I do not recognize.
And as I look upon this face,
Despising she who took my place,
I feel my anger over flow,
And finally I let it go.
“You ignorant and petty fool!
You errant-minded, useless tool!
Oh look at you, what you’ve become!
Don’t you see how far you’ve fallen from?”
My reflection does not answer me,
Just stares back out so emptily,
A sight that draws forth unshed tears,
And rekindles all my greatest fears.
“What happened to the face I knew?
What happened to the real you?
You are everything you once opposed!
You are a fraud! And everyone knows.”
My reflection simply stares at me,
It does not move, nor answer me,
Nor does it return my shout,
It does nothing, just stares back out.
“You are the reason for the emptiness!
You are the reason for this black abyss!
For everything that’s trapped me here!
You are the face behind my fear!”
Then looking down upon this lake,
This lake upon the path I take,
I realize it is no lake at all,
Only a mirror upon the wall.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 10:17 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
as the sun softly sets
south of Sarasota bay
the gentle waves whisper
and the palm leaves sway
a rainbow of fire
lights the clouds as they pass
and rekindles my memories
of the years that have past
sand scrapes my skin
sea salt air fills my soul
the ocean at sunset
is where my hearts whole
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
Love is the Beauty that overtakes
Our every sense of being alive,
The dew of Heaven that nourishes
Each new dream, enabling it to thrive
Love is the Beauty our eyes emit
As it rekindles the lambent flame
Cruelly extinguished when loneliness
Comes to inhabit our weakened frame
Love is the Beauty of eventide
When every star in the universe
Floods the sky with gold and silver orbs,
And the moon prompts poets in their verse
Love is the Beauty that ambles through
The desolate chambers of the mind,
Removing all the hopeless despair
That loneliness often leaves behind
Loneliness is the uncaring Beast
That laughs while our broken spirit mourns,
It suffocates our passions and dreams,
Laying on the heart a crown of thorns
The Beast of Loneliness is famine,
Whereas Love is an infinite feast;
To appreciate the joy Love brings,
They both must exist ..... Beauty and Beast
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
The excitement built as I approached the station
you could smell the smoke from the engine.
Before you entered the stations enticing doors
you could see the shunter's in the sidings.
Black smoke and steam rising blending into one
the joy of the impending journey had begun.
Our memories are often all we have left
of the days we were young as age creeps on.
Bad thoughts fade as you only think of the good
steam trains dominated when I was a lad.
Boys then all wanted to be the driver of the train
in the early days of Elizabeth's reign.
Far less roads and motor vehicles to pollute
the countryside was ****** more rural.
An era when trains had more lines to travel
a pleasure for everybody to go roving.
A special treat to get people to the coast
an adventure not something to boast.
Looking at the chaos around us now
my young days were glorious.
Before the innocence was drained in the ether
simplicity the key to sanity.
A day train spotting was the weekend treat
then was very hard to beat.
The holiday to the Isle Of Wight by steam train
then across on the ferry I remember.
When my special mother was there very much alive
the past is the past now my memory.
Unique I learned I am not, millions feel the same
staring at a faded picture in an old frame.
Rekindles that long gone excitement.
The Foureyed Poet.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 4:11 AM UTC
Anxiety reverberates through my body. My chest becomes so heavy that it feels as if a cinderblock has been lied down on it. All of my body's involuntary functions pause to listen to the demons that live in the back of my head. The demons announce to my anatomy that I have no worth, no value. The demons mock my lungs, "Why work so hard to keep her breathing when nobody on earth wants her alive." My body receives the criticisms and obeys the demon's demands. My lungs quit. I cannot breath. My mouth quits. I cannot speak, the only sounds escaping are soft screams. My ears quit. I hear nothing, besides the demons. My stomach quits. It tries to commit suicide by consuming itself causing me to curl into a ball in severe agony. My eyes try to fight off the negativity. They push the negativity out through tears, but it isn't enough. They look myself over in the mirror, trying to find some value. My eyes explore my entire body, searching desperately for something beautiful, something worth fighting for. They find nothing, but disappointment. My hands fight too. They find a blade and slide it across my wrist, a demon escapes me through the tear in my skin. My body feels a slight relief, but soon a different demon rekindles my self disgust. I let the blade dance across my body, over and over again, feeling slight relief each time. Eventually my entire body is bleeding and I am still only slighting relieved of my pain. My eyes work with my hands on the search to find a place to help the demons to escape. There is no place on my body left, that I could use to release my demons. My crying has stopped and enough demons have left my system to breath comfortably. I put the blade away, and slip into bed, my entire body aching. The physical pain is much easier to handle than the physical and emotional torture the demons would have caused. I lay in bed, trying to be as still as possible to avoid agitating my wounds. I cry to myself silently, because I know I'm going to have to rip myself open again tomorrow night. I feel numb enough to eventually to fall into a slumber. Will I spend the rest of my life rereleasing the same demons over and over again, just to feel unsatisfied and numb? Are my demons right? Is my life worthless? Especially considering I'm at my best either when I'm unconscious or when I'm numb? I am so tired of being numb. Agonizing numbness.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Deity of wars,
Devourer,
Defender,
Domesticated, yet wild at heart.
She cast her light and protection upon the Middle Kingdom and Upper East,
Blessing the soil and crops upon which her followers jubilantly feast.
Do they dare forsake her?
Suppressed ferocity,
Longing to break free of that which entombs her.
The shrine lies in ruins,
yet nine times immortalized.
In her eyes that see all,
Lay a world lost for so long,
Brought back to life by her awakening roaring song.
She claws at the sky and rekindles the flame,
She slips through the gates of time unscathed and scalds those who fail to do the same.
Her eye became The Sun,
Her other eye, The Moon.
Her blood became The Nile,
And she encouraged her children to drink of it,
An unswayed symbol of the eternally nubile.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
Flames Slowly Start To Engulf My Hatred
And Quickly Rekindles My Love
Two Pairs Of Amber Orbs
Stare Into Eachother
Reading A Cryptic Script
Ingredients To Concoct A Brew Of Passion
To Beautifully Stain Life's Pages
My Hand Lies In Yours
And You Tentatively Kiss My Lips
Your Greyish Blue Eyes
Stare Into My Pine Needle Green Irises
And You Don't Look Away
When You Tell Me You Love Me
The Sun Hides Underneath The Horizion
The Only Light Is From Our Flame
Which Burns On The Forest Floor
But Is Too Gentle To Destroy The Thickets
The Stars Above
Guard Our Wishes
And We Both Know
Every Wish Is About Eachother
A Star Dangles From My Neck
Your Promise To Me I'm Forever Yours My Wish That Your Promise Will Never Be Broken
As You Softly Whisper In My Ear
I Feel Your Breath On My Skin
You Hold Me Tight In Your Arms
Which Is The Nicest Home I Could Ever Own
The Crickets Are Now Dead In Falls Grasp
But The Music Of Our Love
A Silent Beat In The Night
Is Music To Our Fire
Which Warms The Night
Tree Branches Are Our Ceiling
And The Ground Is Our Chairs
The Sky Is Our Blanket
And Our Heartbeat Is Our Furnace
A Dream Of True Love
Is Finally Real
You Were The One For All This Time
That Really Helped Me Heal And As You Come Show Me Who You Really Are
I Have To Say I Love You Even More
As Our Flame Grows As Bright As The Sun
We Burn Down To The Mantle Of The Earth
Sniging Away All Of Our Past Sins
It's Just You And I
And Our Heats Beat As One
*And As We Resume Our Lives Apart
We Are Closer Than Ever Before
And As You Gently Kiss Me Goodnight
I Realize I Met You For A Reason*
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC
Today is the beautiful New Year day
Lo! The snow white clouds in the blue sky above
A gentle breeze, playing on every leaf
And every heart throbbing with love
There is so much beauty couched in this day
The valleys echo the feathered minstrels’ lay
The tall trees spread their mighty arms
And children, in their shade, joyously play
There is no vexation in the air
The pain of yesterday cast to the bin
The anxiety of tomorrow held at bay
The prospects of today overpowering the din
When I walk through the grassy meads
Wild blossoms kiss my feet
As I inhale the salubrious air
I feel the glee with which Nature, so richly replete
Every heart overflows with cheer
On every face, smile shuttles from lips to eyes
Before me is the promise of a new dawn
Fresh resolve rekindles every face
Sprawling before me is a magic realm
To its secret doorway, I hold the keys
Everything around has a shimmering glow
In the bounty of blessings, my heart rejoices
I tell my spirits to seek no rest
But walk fearless to dizzy heights
Holding the reins and quickening my pace
For I know I am heading towards the lights
There are great glories for the eyes to see
There is so much for the senses to perceive
From little cares, when the mind, set free
Sure, there’s reason to rejoice than grieve!
……………………………………………
I can always say my glass is only half full
But let me perceive things in the positive way
The day, I know, sure has also a grimy side
But let us not spoil this lovely New Year day
I wish all my friends on Hello poetry, a great New Year with bright sunshine, a clear sky above, a lot of beauty around and many, many happy occasions to enjoy and cherish!
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
Chapter after chapter you would read nothing but laughter
but line by line the truth seems divine
eloquently she side-steps the faults in her life
and slowly but surely she rekindles whats right
In her heart of hearts she knows whats real
she understands how he makes them feel
delicatly speaking with clear conviction
she explains their faults while they refuse to listen
Eager and proud she countinues to try
knowing full well they tell lie after lie
compassionate still, she stands by their side
and watches as stars shoot themselves by
Be quiet my love, don't blink an eye
instead sew them open and lock onto the sky
wait for the moment, when you know its enough
make a simple wish and believe in simple luck
Once upon a time, a long time ago,
I believed in myself and wanted everyone to know
then you came along, handcuffs were ready
you closed my eyes and made sure they were heavy
Now I'm on a mission, a goal is in sight
to never again let a man control my life
I am strong, faithful and bright,
you'll never see me fall, finally beliving in my rights
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
Your companionship is an inspiration,
The love you share has groomed me to live rightly in my generation,
Your hardwork and care rekindles my lifes passion,
I hope to be like you,and be less of a fool,
I don't mind being called old school
If what I'm doing is what you know as genuine and true,
God has blessed you,
You've come this far because you need to testify,
And they need to see the two of you and verify,
That indeed true love exits and edify-
Us and make us realise that the new immoral "laws" of society we can defy.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
*The process of
forgetting you
makes it more obvious fact
that I will keep
remembering you
while trying hard to forget
you & me!
After months of all these,
I arrive at a
conclusion -
that I cannot forget you ever.
You inspire
my universe.
And no matter how much it hurts
I cannot let go of
your memories
which inspires &
rekindles me everyday
to be a
part of you.
With tears in my eyes
but smile in my lips
I am
more wise now.
*
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
Enjoy little things in life
While you can
Before ended by Death's knife
Interrupting plan
I used to hide all day
Escaping problems that pursued
Leaving behind obstacles in my way
I am the one surroundings exclude
There is no shortcut to happiness
On this earth tread upon
We pass on a great big mess
To bury after you're gone
I will claw through tunnels
Until I find rightful place
Help you with your struggles
Cradled in my embrace
Until my wick rekindles yours
Reanimates you
Makes heart pound
Will crawl through soil and explore
Dig you out from the ground
The tomb intended for me instead
Buried you to save my soul
To end madness in my head
Dying
Thoughts swallowing whole
I walk this road of ruptured dreams
Softness fading from fingertips
Savoring warm remnants of bright sunbeams
Light out of my grasp slowly slips
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
*Deep in the soul,
where butterflies harbor grief
straight from the heart hence poppies cry
lies the spirit of all those loved. lost
broken wings of decayed flowers
ashes to dust within the mind's spirit
Tears flow through the abysmal depths
drowning amidst sorrow of yesterdays
where the grass remained splendor
and the uncaged birds still sang
reminiscing clear waters of recollection
in the equinox of dark moons
stirs the discontent of seasons change
after the ice of winter thaws
there will always be warmth
In this whirling disarray of thoughts
wind sweeps the dying leaves away
when autumn's tears are lifted
from their murky depths, reborn
to play amongst the new day's sigh
we never forget the fluttering of loss
we grant their wings to vibrancy yet again
deep from within a sacred place,
where reverie's paradise rekindles
and butterflies never die...*
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
The trees change to colors, from summer green in the fall.
If one were to topple over, would you hear it at all?
The weather turns brisk and summer nights get shorter
As we transition into fall, no more 2 A.M pizza on the corner.
The college students and foreigners return to their lifestyle
While the graduates and locals enjoy their own space for a while.
As the mild fall nights seem to fold quickly into winter,
Arrives the frozen blankets of snow as the lips begin to splinter.
As the snow piles up, and firewood stacks begin to dwindle
You can see on Christmas morning when the fires of love rekindles.
Through the bay window, the couple snuggled up, smile on the kids’ face
Tinsel, wrapping paper and presents, strewn all over the place.
But as Santa arrives on Christmas eve and disappears deeply into the night
as does the cold winter transform into the bright spring light
As baseball arrives, the smell of fresh cut grass is prevalent
Makes everyone forget all of the snow that came and went
As the temperature begins to rise, so does the anticipation of summer heat
The kids nearly out of school, as it comes to a close they can’t sit in their seat.
But this comes to an end faster than each of the other seasons
with fireworks, restaurants, and spending money without reason.
Summer flings, bar crawls, and over-crowded beaches
It feels like it will never end, as the hangover preaches.
Three months feel like one long day,
As the summer nights begin to fade away,
Back to where this poem started it all,
With the green of the trees morphing into the colors of fall.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
But even butterflies of sunset colors
still flutter in the wind.
Despite a heavy metamorphosis
the wind does still support them.
Their orange and yellow do remind
of something that has ended.
But their flickering flutter, too,
rekindles the memory of stars long suspended.
So let us all provide the wind
for one another’s wings.
Let us catch each other’s tears
that fall from cloudy eyes.
Let us help each other
embrace the memories of
cigar smoke, the white whale,
and warm holidays without worry.
Because Father said clocks slay time.
He said time is dead
as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels;
only when the clock stops
does time come to life
And the butterfly knows this is true
for a pocket-watch would weigh her down;
her subtle strength would not allow
for her wings to leave the ground.
That is why the butterfly (accepting change)
releases time
in order for her time to be used
floating via a warm wind’s courtesy.
Without the weight of a timepiece
she is able to welcome the reminders
of warm memories of her butterfly,
now warm wind strong behind her.
May 2, 2010
May 2, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC
Many sages across the ages,
have sought for a way to define love.
They came up with books of many pages,
many of which were for the wages.
As I wallow in the depth of its definition,
Let this line caress your imagination.
As we worship in the sanctuary of affection,
Let the rivers of passion inspire our decisions.
Love is an attraction,
The earth is held to its orbit by an attractive force.
Can we say love holds the earth?
Love is unjust,
It doesn't act according to contract
It steps in where duty demands
and fight till the end without retreat.
Oh love endures!
Love is not a word,
It acts from the depth of its compassion.
Love doesn't grow old,
It rekindles with every smile, touch and shared passion.
Love will lead you home,
no matter how far you've strayed into the arms of fallacious propagation.
Love will give you warmth,
when cuddled by the frost of discrimination.
Love will be your temple,
irrespective of your religious affiliation.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
I
I have seen an
Aztec owl, kissed by the eternal
kaleidoscope of morning,
robed in Yellow air
Light escapes its hungry beak
and joins the Sun in harmony,
break of day rekindles the brickwork of archaic memory,
The Owl has lantern eyes which have witnessed innumerable births,
-and the cultivating of this cherry-wreathed Valley, where we eat and
write music for the soil's tender womb
Opal condolensces for sleep
and sadness, the Owl gifts a necklace embroidered with apology, coiled 'round your neck, in times of gladness and tragedy
II
...and do not fear, for cradle, ring, and tomb
all repeat in cosmic fashion
(you will eventually return here, to the sea, you always have)
Remember the attic where youth was stored away, to be replaced with exotic patterns, coral bulbs, cotton and laughter
There, lay a glasswork child for your chest to keep safe. Your past. Your past of plums and skirted dancers, desert glow, Caribbean sleep.
(your mind rests its quiet curtains, but the classical radio station can still be heard)
III
An owl of sunset mosaics
enters your dream, illuminating
the revisitation to a Mexico City
that was flooded for Mountains
..soon to recede and quake, when Winter's spirit fades once more, there you will unearth
Tenochtitlan.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 11:41 PM UTC
There are some days where knowing what I lack
Rekindles an anger I don't know how to lessen
As I try to reach the knife lodged in my back
The blade sunk deeper and deeper over time
As the stabber kept holding on
Holding me back as I tried to climb
There was no fixing it, no hope
All I could finally do was leave
Believing space and time could help me cope
But bad days still appear suddenly before my face
Where I'm reminded of what I try to ignore
That the role of a mother can't be replaced
It takes so much effort to fake it again and again
To tell myself I don't need a mom, I'm fine
But words can't always hold back the pain
Of the knife she left in my back
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
I think not to write
any more love poem
her strands of silver hair
face's blossoming striations
and sunset pinks on her earlobes
rekindles a flame
that begets
one more love poem!
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
Just one sip to recall the memories back into view
My liver may be constructed better than others,
It works with the ambience of the dark days
It rekindles the holes in my life, brings forward the words to express
A valiant attempt at understanding the wild ones, who beat their own hearts
A somber tune of regret and footprints never-ending
Seems the best decision is to continue on this road where the lights dim every hour
Some kind of vagabond following the stars to find something worth finding
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
The air is crackling,
As your mind is being liberated,
Freedom is undoubtedly near,
As time is moving,
Erosion wears away even the tallest of mountains,
Relentlessly, tearing even the strongest bonds asunder,
Yet, it rekindles,
Unwavering, our flame resists,
The loitering dark.
~ Umi
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
She fizzles in the drops
But
He's sparks, he's fire and flame
She rekindles bit by bit
And he's delightfully to blame.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
The soul
finds itself
in the passing moments
of life.
Resonance rekindles
the crippled wings
of spirit.
The remembrance
of true essence
jolts us back
into being.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
all of autumn's gold embrace
rekindles the season
that she holds in place
patiently works
near her
wooden spindle
that weaves and
stretch the soul
once more
an autumn of gold
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC