Least Read Poems About Rebirth
#rebirth
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 7:09pm
10th Jul 2024 7:09pm
Unafraid
The night, warmed by human
friction, fighting and fucking to the
rhythmic hum of streetlights, burnt
offerings upon this altar, my city
Beneath it all a slow metronomic
pulse, a beating heart accelerates
with the anticipation of carnality
as visions of asphyxiation orgasms
and blood permeate
There is no growth without pain,
break away from the digital diarrhea
and give yourself over, step on
the broken glass memories and let
pain make you wet
Dance with me in the fire
of your passion, I...
friction, fighting and fucking to the
rhythmic hum of streetlights, burnt
offerings upon this altar, my city
Beneath it all a slow metronomic
pulse, a beating heart accelerates
with the anticipation of carnality
as visions of asphyxiation orgasms
and blood permeate
There is no growth without pain,
break away from the digital diarrhea
and give yourself over, step on
the broken glass memories and let
pain make you wet
Dance with me in the fire
of your passion, I...
#hurt
#lust
#passion
#rebirth
#sex
13 reads
5 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
21st May 2024 11:48am
21st May 2024 11:48am
The Gray Puzzle
I pour my life onto the table
one thousand puzzle pieces
each colored a dismal shade of gray
I try to separate, to sort through,
hoping for a pattern to emerge in a
piled up sea of nothingness, cutting
myself on the sharp edges, those pieces
that form the frame, we always build our
walls up first
Like most things I've started, I've walked
away from this mess several times
I will always return because there is this
six sense, this burning idea that once
all the pieces are in...
one thousand puzzle pieces
each colored a dismal shade of gray
I try to separate, to sort through,
hoping for a pattern to emerge in a
piled up sea of nothingness, cutting
myself on the sharp edges, those pieces
that form the frame, we always build our
walls up first
Like most things I've started, I've walked
away from this mess several times
I will always return because there is this
six sense, this burning idea that once
all the pieces are in...
#healing
#rebirth
#TimeHeals
14 reads
7 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
4th Aug 2018 3:49am
So as the heart a caravan
.For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
-walt whitman
Traveling roads and directionless directions
So as the heart a caravan
Beats dimensionally to hearts within.
In astron fields of spun moonlight
So as the heart a caravan
For what of the way is separable
That is not itself of this universe also?
Beside the gentle-flicking flame
May the heart dance on
Fastened to others yet unfastened,
Connecting what...
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#magic
#philosophical
17 reads
3 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 6:41pm
20th Aug 2024 6:41pm
Home
I grow weary of the earth
and call for the unfurling of wings
that I might be delivered from the
banality of this tired hateful place
It’s been a long time since I have
shifted, if I speak its name will I be
ripped into the cosmos, a dark star
disgusted with the light
The talons within bring pain to
my fingernails as if longing to burst
forth embracing the change, more at
home in the nightmare than the dream
Old flesh is torn from me, my blood
pours in flames, leaping in transformation
so high I see the...
and call for the unfurling of wings
that I might be delivered from the
banality of this tired hateful place
It’s been a long time since I have
shifted, if I speak its name will I be
ripped into the cosmos, a dark star
disgusted with the light
The talons within bring pain to
my fingernails as if longing to burst
forth embracing the change, more at
home in the nightmare than the dream
Old flesh is torn from me, my blood
pours in flames, leaping in transformation
so high I see the...
#anger
#fire
#grief #rebirth
#grief #rebirth
18 reads
4 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
27th Dec 2018 8:34pm
appleseed: an american king
do i make sense in this aqua world
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
so hard to type without any control
slowly being peppered over shots of waves
keys waver merry to wave hail a banding
of blood-sworn from king to inappropriate
sheers glistened from the traverses
of hooking lips or that of claws rasped
do you sense land bobbing beyond promises
looking for the vulpine connects to space
looking along the telescope for a rainbow road
are you the princess once the void bends
forward coring the apple tree
are we late pink are we...
#family
#America
#nature
#rebirth
#mythology
20 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 3:45am
13th Jan 2019 3:45am
The Rill
Something perfect grappling
branches as lichens
work darkness, around a dozen fell
on better earth with me.
Do nothing, but at least light
kingdoms, so stars,
if in arranging my luminous
thoughts, the seeds heard.
They remembered
doom and, I,
white water breathing
dark fire among stone.
Never had birds
tenderly thought
insects into pockets,
their small night river of moths.
Times rose, morning vanished-
took by...
branches as lichens
work darkness, around a dozen fell
on better earth with me.
Do nothing, but at least light
kingdoms, so stars,
if in arranging my luminous
thoughts, the seeds heard.
They remembered
doom and, I,
white water breathing
dark fire among stone.
Never had birds
tenderly thought
insects into pockets,
their small night river of moths.
Times rose, morning vanished-
took by...
#nature
#rebirth
20 reads
10 Comments
oraclesight
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
10th Jan 2025 1:34am
A Day Dream Within A Youthless Spirit
Do you have a banister?
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
Are you walking palm upwards?
Callous from the blisters
The finger whispers:
"Edge of Nantucket, Freed."
Where the synapses play on me.
This island of modern connectivity
Lace pools of floating sorrow.
Life relays a message for tomorrow:
"Peace will be held captive until a relapse
Or an understanding of true halos
Amongst my fellow children hill of eyes.
You will all know a piece before the whole
Truth.
A roulette of choices and...
#apocalypse
#rebirth
#sacrifice
26 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
3rd Jan 2025 10:32am
the inception edited
The inception edited
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named stars and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, he asked himself...
#pagan
#philosophical
#rebirth #redemption
#rebirth #redemption
27 reads
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2025 8:49pm
3rd Jan 2025 8:49pm
Reincarnation
Ive reincarnated loads of times!
Everytime i moved town
Ive started a new life
With new, and sometimes
Profound consequences
Now all, are ghost towns
Losts in the mists
Of long forgotten memories
For now i have found
My final carnation (like tinned milk)
A bit disappointed really
I was hoping for better
But i have no manufacturers warranty
So i'll have to settle for being THIS!!!
by Jemia
Everytime i moved town
Ive started a new life
With new, and sometimes
Profound consequences
Now all, are ghost towns
Losts in the mists
Of long forgotten memories
For now i have found
My final carnation (like tinned milk)
A bit disappointed really
I was hoping for better
But i have no manufacturers warranty
So i'll have to settle for being THIS!!!
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#rebirth #satirical
#rebirth #satirical
29 reads
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CarrionCrow44
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 5:42am
7th Nov 2024 5:42am
Got No Say
Been forever now
Since a voice held a vote
Can’t recall when us became them
Well, you got no say
The colors dim
And streets get muddy
From shrapnel thrown around
Well, you got no say
Hate those ways
Deceptive and terrible too
Long gone is saying I told you so
Because it came true
You can’t run
There’s no hiding now
So rise up before they bury you
Fight the submission
Tax the wealthy
Rubber band their future
Let them crawl with no destination
Now, you...
Since a voice held a vote
Can’t recall when us became them
Well, you got no say
The colors dim
And streets get muddy
From shrapnel thrown around
Well, you got no say
Hate those ways
Deceptive and terrible too
Long gone is saying I told you so
Because it came true
You can’t run
There’s no hiding now
So rise up before they bury you
Fight the submission
Tax the wealthy
Rubber band their future
Let them crawl with no destination
Now, you...
#rebirth
34 reads
0 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:57am
Yesterday 6:57am
It’s Okay
We all die and it’s okay
It’s okay it’s okay
To be afraid..to be afraid
But we all die and it’s okay
We can’t get away
From our own destiny
Maybe there’s some tall grass
In the garden of Eden
When we die
We’ll live for eternity
Not much of a Bible man
But I’m starting to believe
It can’t be for nothing
Why we’re still standing
Maybe there is some tall green grass
In the garden of Eden
Maybe there is some tall green grass
Leading us to heaven
When we die ...
It’s okay it’s okay
To be afraid..to be afraid
But we all die and it’s okay
We can’t get away
From our own destiny
Maybe there’s some tall grass
In the garden of Eden
When we die
We’ll live for eternity
Not much of a Bible man
But I’m starting to believe
It can’t be for nothing
Why we’re still standing
Maybe there is some tall green grass
In the garden of Eden
Maybe there is some tall green grass
Leading us to heaven
When we die ...
#death
#heaven
#rebirth
#redemption
#spiritual
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Dec 2018 11:14pm
24th Dec 2018 11:14pm
an elementary of souls
the numbers remain fixed in the universe
so how do we account for our
over-population as extinction blooms,
sprawling souls whose numbers flat-lined
await critical mass in a line
whistling it seems,
I wouldn’t know, transfixed as eyes
of an in-between upon pyramid guavas: gaudy
crumbs and forgetful America, the dinosaurs
have somewhere to reenter, I hope I hold
a leftover of the Dreadnoughtus, alas the queue
is as long as the stars continue
to thin
out, they had to...
so how do we account for our
over-population as extinction blooms,
sprawling souls whose numbers flat-lined
await critical mass in a line
whistling it seems,
I wouldn’t know, transfixed as eyes
of an in-between upon pyramid guavas: gaudy
crumbs and forgetful America, the dinosaurs
have somewhere to reenter, I hope I hold
a leftover of the Dreadnoughtus, alas the queue
is as long as the stars continue
to thin
out, they had to...
#rebirth
#evolution
#magic
#philosophical
#disability
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