Poems about Rebirth & Reincarnation
#rebirth
Poems about rebirth, being reincarnated or born again. Poetry about rebirth includes poems about revival and spiritual regeneration, along with poems about reincarnation after we die.
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:17pm
Yesterday 7:17pm
When love is dying I should have sent roses
But your a dream come true
You found me washed up on the shores
of despair, barely recognisable broken
what a mess
the fire all but smothered
scarcely a handful of embers
the light though somehow remained
does it ever really fade
those born of light
Don't know
Yet for some reason you see something
in me in all those scattered pieces
that you reach out
offer a hand
perhaps it's that you have known
similar heartaches
seen what would break most
recognise a kindred 'you'
Piece...
You found me washed up on the shores
of despair, barely recognisable broken
what a mess
the fire all but smothered
scarcely a handful of embers
the light though somehow remained
does it ever really fade
those born of light
Don't know
Yet for some reason you see something
in me in all those scattered pieces
that you reach out
offer a hand
perhaps it's that you have known
similar heartaches
seen what would break most
recognise a kindred 'you'
Piece...
#rebirth
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OmenisNemo
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:20pm
Yesterday 4:20pm
Cooking
Tomato,
The blood of revenge;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Carrot,
Thy roots of evil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Zucchini,
The hardened - softens;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Basil,
My will upon yours;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Potato,
That which rots will yield again;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Last joint,
Bring it to boil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
The blood of revenge;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Carrot,
Thy roots of evil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Zucchini,
The hardened - softens;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Basil,
My will upon yours;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Potato,
That which rots will yield again;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Last joint,
Bring it to boil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
#moon
#shadows
#rebirth
#magic
#tradition
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
16th Jun 2019 10:38pm
16th Jun 2019 10:38pm
Fixture’s Bliss
By the shoe or the wig
each endears the heart’s that's glad
to find a space to enjoy
beauty found in fixtures’ bliss
this pursuit beyond the bore
a dream presented in response
spun from dreams in the heart
presented for the world to view
one holds the heel in the air
an exclamation to the toes
defying planes close to earth
soaring high in happiness
shaping calves as a result
the allure of sculpted leg
leading higher to the knee
form presented for all to see
the other tops beauty’s crown
spilling...
each endears the heart’s that's glad
to find a space to enjoy
beauty found in fixtures’ bliss
this pursuit beyond the bore
a dream presented in response
spun from dreams in the heart
presented for the world to view
one holds the heel in the air
an exclamation to the toes
defying planes close to earth
soaring high in happiness
shaping calves as a result
the allure of sculpted leg
leading higher to the knee
form presented for all to see
the other tops beauty’s crown
spilling...
#LGBT
#rebirth
#transgender
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
14th Jun 2019 7:24pm
14th Jun 2019 7:24pm
Coffee Staind Earth
Somebody played
call in the coroner
cast adrift in an ocean
going through the emotion
with an empty smile
stapled to my face
since you left
it's been fucking pointless
throw no stone
let that pyre burn
Somebody played
call in the coroner
been sinking in the sea
drowning in motion
with a hollow grin
melting down my face
cold
where flames used to be
all the remains smoldering
in an empty pit
Somebody played
call in the coroner
call in the coroner
cast adrift in an ocean
going through the emotion
with an empty smile
stapled to my face
since you left
it's been fucking pointless
throw no stone
let that pyre burn
Somebody played
call in the coroner
been sinking in the sea
drowning in motion
with a hollow grin
melting down my face
cold
where flames used to be
all the remains smoldering
in an empty pit
Somebody played
call in the coroner
#death
#rebirth
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wackytacky
Bumped 13th Jun 2019 3:18am
8th Jun 2019 10:52pm
8th Jun 2019 10:52pm
It's All So...
It's all so bubbling, and it's all so troubling.
It's all so humbling, whether we're soaring or stumbling,
sometimes, so struggling in this infinity.
But please, remember that we are divinity, pure light that's free.
This universe, pure love, it's all so you and me.
You have to see that I love you, so unconditionally.
This physical reality, you know, it's just a game we play.
I don't remember how we came to stay, it's bitter-sweet.
I think we're here to learn how in a darkness, light of love is lit.
Sometimes we feel so sad, as if this instance...
It's all so humbling, whether we're soaring or stumbling,
sometimes, so struggling in this infinity.
But please, remember that we are divinity, pure light that's free.
This universe, pure love, it's all so you and me.
You have to see that I love you, so unconditionally.
This physical reality, you know, it's just a game we play.
I don't remember how we came to stay, it's bitter-sweet.
I think we're here to learn how in a darkness, light of love is lit.
Sometimes we feel so sad, as if this instance...
#love
#rebirth
#memories #humankind
#memories #humankind
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Ahavati
Poem Published
12th Jun 2019 1:40am
12th Jun 2019 1:40am
1: 01: Overture - Composition on Maintaining True Love
It was through death I learned of True Love,
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness. ...
the separation of flesh from my tangible being.
I hear you breathing with the earth, dormant
winter cold and punctured breath of thaw;
bursting capillaries of bleeding dirt.
When you dissolved, I became mechanical---
a living existence of programmed grief ...
I couldn’t remember love, I longed to love again.
But how to love what no longer exists was foreign.
I turned to paper, there was no return to me -
to anything that made sense, only blankness. ...
#love
#death
#rebirth
#spiritual
#philosophical
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wackytacky
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 11:48pm
8th Jun 2019 11:48pm
Ghostwriter (Kinderspiel)
Today, we cried, but maybe they will sing for us tomorrow.
Toy soldiers died, in hopes of ending worldly sorrow.
Should I let go or follow, as I am so consumed by this, realistic child's play?
It seems, my tricycle is stuck in this sandbox, until the end of this birth day.
And as I push away from grains of sand so stained with blood and covered up by I-owe-yous,
I find clues through labyrinth of views that lead me to plateau of higher truth.
I live to love and die to choose, and I am so diffused,
my lifetimes haunt me, bittersweet, like ghosts of past and...
Toy soldiers died, in hopes of ending worldly sorrow.
Should I let go or follow, as I am so consumed by this, realistic child's play?
It seems, my tricycle is stuck in this sandbox, until the end of this birth day.
And as I push away from grains of sand so stained with blood and covered up by I-owe-yous,
I find clues through labyrinth of views that lead me to plateau of higher truth.
I live to love and die to choose, and I am so diffused,
my lifetimes haunt me, bittersweet, like ghosts of past and...
#love
#death
#rebirth
#money
#humankind
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Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
8th Jun 2019 1:48am
8th Jun 2019 1:48am
Helvengens Pavement
This is how carpe died
wings cut
kicked to the ground
free falling no back up shoot
Fool to think the moon could be held
they say a million shooting stars
illuminated the sky
on that cold November eve
plummeting through dispares
hallowed embrace
sinking deeper into darkness
He looked up at the eclipse
all blood stained red
fitting he thought
opening his arms laying back for
that inevitable crash
Fool to think the moon could be tamed
The coroner could not determine
cause of...
wings cut
kicked to the ground
free falling no back up shoot
Fool to think the moon could be held
they say a million shooting stars
illuminated the sky
on that cold November eve
plummeting through dispares
hallowed embrace
sinking deeper into darkness
He looked up at the eclipse
all blood stained red
fitting he thought
opening his arms laying back for
that inevitable crash
Fool to think the moon could be tamed
The coroner could not determine
cause of...
#death
#rebirth
#UnrequitedLove
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Ahavati
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 2:18am
5th Jun 2019 2:18am
Singularity ( after Federico García Lorca )
Many things shall be said
once I'm deceased—
maybe what I actually wish:
one hundred year-old elms
grow blueprints in dust and ash—
boney ringlets annually; listen
then understand.
Damaged grass bleeds
green leaf volatiles, golden
copper across dry air—
a distress signal:
self-preservation, SOS
against inflicted injury.
Death breeds Truth
despite how unwelcome its fingernail
picks your secret’s lock,
hidden down the chimney’s throat.
Accept his...
once I'm deceased—
maybe what I actually wish:
one hundred year-old elms
grow blueprints in dust and ash—
boney ringlets annually; listen
then understand.
Damaged grass bleeds
green leaf volatiles, golden
copper across dry air—
a distress signal:
self-preservation, SOS
against inflicted injury.
Death breeds Truth
despite how unwelcome its fingernail
picks your secret’s lock,
hidden down the chimney’s throat.
Accept his...
#nature
#rebirth
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 4:00am
3rd Jun 2019 4:00am
A Leap Awaits
Consider that time has not expired
there's still a chance to grow beyond
by the virtue of new intent
or the lapse of interest gained
to reinvent the whole package
in the breadth outside the now
a leap awaits the dedicate
brave enough to explore
pushing forward without regret
into realms not yet met
led only by a partial map
forming in the eager mind
without consideration of the past
what’s transpired matters not
the destination still unsure
when the future beckons forth
promises made beyond compare ...
there's still a chance to grow beyond
by the virtue of new intent
or the lapse of interest gained
to reinvent the whole package
in the breadth outside the now
a leap awaits the dedicate
brave enough to explore
pushing forward without regret
into realms not yet met
led only by a partial map
forming in the eager mind
without consideration of the past
what’s transpired matters not
the destination still unsure
when the future beckons forth
promises made beyond compare ...
#rebirth
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PhantomPhace
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 9:33am
1st Jun 2019 9:33am
When the Sky is Clear
My whole life before this,
I waited for you, perfect,
my other half behind my back,
and every day felt like tomorrow
I’d walk around the bend and meet you.
After the whirlwind (which is far behind me),
I walk away from you, dissolved
are you, was I, and now
I face only the empty sky.
What was the point of being filled with so many
illusions, being made with seventeen eyes,
one inside, another distorting the light?
Why did my body have three extra arms dangling awkwardly?
Why did I know truths I strove to prove but...
I waited for you, perfect,
my other half behind my back,
and every day felt like tomorrow
I’d walk around the bend and meet you.
After the whirlwind (which is far behind me),
I walk away from you, dissolved
are you, was I, and now
I face only the empty sky.
What was the point of being filled with so many
illusions, being made with seventeen eyes,
one inside, another distorting the light?
Why did my body have three extra arms dangling awkwardly?
Why did I know truths I strove to prove but...
#heartbroken
#dreams
#rebirth #MovingOn
#rebirth #MovingOn
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PhantomPhace
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 9:31am
1st Jun 2019 9:31am
Where to next?
Where to next?
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this...
To love the world, the whole world,
Every inch and crevice
I abandoned, I skimmed over,
Now that I’ve returned.
I never loved the world before.
First I stood outside;
Now I stand within.
Feel the wind through every cell
And let it break you
With no barrier,
No wanting,
Only moving, taking in.
No distance – now you’re in the middle
Spinning in
The center of the whirlwind,
Bearing the severance,
Forgetting rememberance,
Letting everything come and go.
In this...
#beauty
#nature
#rebirth #MovingOn
#rebirth #MovingOn
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