"renascent" poems - Hello Poetry

Courageous Phoenix, what do you know of past and future conflagrations? With wings afire, do you sense the embers of your renascent soul? Is your savage life-death vortex as mysterious to you as it is to us? Although I'll never fly on Phoenix wings, or share your tortured falls and resurrections, I feel I know you as a brother for we all have Phoenix games to play with each dividing and perishing cell its own ancestor and descendant - tomorrow's joys born of present sorrows. Who among us has never tasted the bitter gall of enmity - or been driven to our knees by the searing blade of failure? But time is the most physician - stirring new life from the ashes of despair. Noble Phoenix, in our barren seasons when scorched spirits tumble to the earth, soar down from your blackened rock and restore the feathers of our tattered wings. March, 2012

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Jul 29, 2013

Jul 29, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC

robert-c-howard

Like a Phoenix

Courageous Phoenix, what do you know of past and future conflagrations? With wings afire, do you sense the embers of your renascent soul? Is your savage life-death vortex as mysterious to you as it is to us? Although I'll never fly on Phoenix wings, or share your tortured falls and resurrections, I feel I know you as a brother for we all have Phoenix games to play with each dividing and perishing cell its own ancestor and descendant - tomorrow's joys born of present sorrows. Who among us has never tasted the bitter gall of enmity - or been driven to our knees by the searing blade of failure? But time is the most physician - stirring new life from the ashes of despair. Noble Phoenix, in our barren seasons when scorched spirits tumble to the earth, soar down from your blackened rock and restore the feathers of our tattered wings. March, 2012

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You are like rain So unpredictable So refreshing So sometimes ruthless So gentle So renascent You come and go And come back again And leave me invisible traces

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 7:39 AM UTC

Madeon

Rain

You are like rain So unpredictable So refreshing So sometimes ruthless So gentle So renascent You come and go And come back again And leave me invisible traces

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The tide rolled in behind your eyes, their horizons permitting slivers of grey morning light to bounce off of all you beheld. You sighed with a brine laden breath that tickled my cheeks with dawn's brisk numbness. I felt a renascent smile sprout from my lips. I let you wash right over me.

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC

KayleeLemire

After The Storm

The tide rolled in behind your eyes, their horizons permitting slivers of grey morning light to bounce off of all you beheld. You sighed with a brine laden breath that tickled my cheeks with dawn's brisk numbness. I felt a renascent smile sprout from my lips. I let you wash right over me.

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::::::Just a Poem:::::: The world will end The Earth will bend Waters will get thirsty Ants will grow hefty The sun will melt No pain will be felt The clouds will usurp the sky Fishes will walk and fly Trees will run and walk Flowers will sing and talk Animals will become wise As with great heat the Moon will arise Rivers will flow out from earth Water will be the measuring unit of wealth Stories will not be told Not when old senile grasses will bear forth gold And mountains will be heaved by valiant men As they bore forth silvers and diamonds vomiting children Famers will plant Crimson stones and harvest rubies Ripping their husbands apart, and searching for crystals, would be feminine hobbies Lions will be used for transportation, since their claws will turn wheels Crocodiles will evacuate their aquatic tenements and head for the hills After losing their flight, birds will trek to volcanic regions for recreation As venoms of snakes will be used for mummification Just when planetary bodies muss up after drinking muscatel And Comets will go wiggling the Universe searching for Meteors to tell Asteroids will be **** women Visiting Earth on intervals to eat the luscious renascent three-legged men Children will converged forging a bulwark with each fiery horn Ones fixed by a one-tooth worm just about the time they were born This is a gory war; it will commence when a star will fall Exactly when vim-less monkeys will bellow a rehearsed rodomontade in the butchery hall As venerated corpses of Rats receive posthumous worship Those villains were holy miscreants, who sent many to death-sleep Their posterities are honored; infamous miscreated Rats, with flagrant mien But as foretold by the corpulent Prophets, shortened will be the tyrannous Gopheric reign For they will be swallowed by gigantic-goliath gourmand Hippopotamuses Their description are ineffable to words, they are of enormous sizes And aeons from now those gourmets will swallow the earth! And oh! Unreal it will all seem Because you think this screed is just a Poem! Composed by SirKelvin Poem 99, ©SirKel 2016

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Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC

SirKelvin

Just A Poem

::::::Just a Poem:::::: The world will end The Earth will bend Waters will get thirsty Ants will grow hefty The sun will melt No pain will be felt The clouds will usurp the sky Fishes will walk and fly Trees will run and walk Flowers will sing and talk Animals will become wise As with great heat the Moon will arise Rivers will flow out from earth Water will be the measuring unit of wealth Stories will not be told Not when old senile grasses will bear forth gold And mountains will be heaved by valiant men As they bore forth silvers and diamonds vomiting children Famers will plant Crimson stones and harvest rubies Ripping their husbands apart, and searching for crystals, would be feminine hobbies Lions will be used for transportation, since their claws will turn wheels Crocodiles will evacuate their aquatic tenements and head for the hills After losing their flight, birds will trek to volcanic regions for recreation As venoms of snakes will be used for mummification Just when planetary bodies muss up after drinking muscatel And Comets will go wiggling the Universe searching for Meteors to tell Asteroids will be **** women Visiting Earth on intervals to eat the luscious renascent three-legged men Children will converged forging a bulwark with each fiery horn Ones fixed by a one-tooth worm just about the time they were born This is a gory war; it will commence when a star will fall Exactly when vim-less monkeys will bellow a rehearsed rodomontade in the butchery hall As venerated corpses of Rats receive posthumous worship Those villains were holy miscreants, who sent many to death-sleep Their posterities are honored; infamous miscreated Rats, with flagrant mien But as foretold by the corpulent Prophets, shortened will be the tyrannous Gopheric reign For they will be swallowed by gigantic-goliath gourmand Hippopotamuses Their description are ineffable to words, they are of enormous sizes And aeons from now those gourmets will swallow the earth! And oh! Unreal it will all seem Because you think this screed is just a Poem! Composed by SirKelvin Poem 99, ©SirKel 2016

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April bids au revoir Around the twitching days of fall Robust of stardust Ablazes a sun kissed spark Despite the brumous arrival Hurtling beneath the cold walls Yearns the desire of An atmosphere of your presence May we march with merry Inspite of frigus due Seasons fall and rise Hope we shall prevail Roaring alongside thunderstorms Awaiting summer renascent

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Nov 10, 2020

Nov 10, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC

carolyndiana

Apricity

April bids au revoir Around the twitching days of fall Robust of stardust Ablazes a sun kissed spark Despite the brumous arrival Hurtling beneath the cold walls Yearns the desire of An atmosphere of your presence May we march with merry Inspite of frigus due Seasons fall and rise Hope we shall prevail Roaring alongside thunderstorms Awaiting summer renascent

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Enclosed in stone each transient soul is lost Untouched of creation or by human thought Until that moment of descending liberation Ignites the flame of our fervent imagination Breaking chains of imprisoning solid inertia Shattering slabs of gravity buried in marble Releasing mortal dreams of liberty and beauty Carved from matters shackling solid prism Thus we are the stone that slays the stone The similar to the similar liberates freedom Crushing tyrants into broken endless dust The very matter from whence we came to be And to which all souls shall return eternally To rise again in renascent beautiful symmetry Reincarnated in the image of the solid flesh Gazing at a philistine crumpled on the dirt.

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Jun 16, 2018

Jun 16, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC

duncan-brown-1

David dressed in stone

Enclosed in stone each transient soul is lost Untouched of creation or by human thought Until that moment of descending liberation Ignites the flame of our fervent imagination Breaking chains of imprisoning solid inertia Shattering slabs of gravity buried in marble Releasing mortal dreams of liberty and beauty Carved from matters shackling solid prism Thus we are the stone that slays the stone The similar to the similar liberates freedom Crushing tyrants into broken endless dust The very matter from whence we came to be And to which all souls shall return eternally To rise again in renascent beautiful symmetry Reincarnated in the image of the solid flesh Gazing at a philistine crumpled on the dirt.

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