Restart Poems

Restart poems bring the best collection of short and long restart poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great restart rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these restart poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on restart are here for you.

God Doesn’t Hear Dead Men

God Doesnt Hear Dead Men short poem

Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half

Poems containing references to : Restart

Oh Daddy

Oh Daddy ode

A hollow space within my heart Says, Hello Daddy let’s restart. Let us walk back in time, I’ll hold your hand you hold mine. Only the happy places we’ll visit The sad roads we will resist. We’ll walk down the

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day

Father Poems you must read this Father’s Day poetry articles

He was the first man your eyes opened to.. The shivering hand that touched your tiny nose.. The strong arm you cuddled on.. His love that kept brimming but never spilled.. Those eyes that made everything seem within reach.. That

Old-Man-Poet

Old Man Poet short poem

Old-man-poet! Write from the heart; Reboot the world; make it new again! Turn its white hoary head with a start; Spin a poem of ablative gain! Let ablution be the God-ablated birth; Let it unravel the umbilical whorl That winds

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? Solitude at times stares hard at you, It’s hard to swallow what’s true. distances between hearts, soar miles apart. Oh! Solitude don’t you stare, stop- will you? You see someone go far

Almost There

Almost There short poem

When my days are through, When age and destiny succumbs me I finally quit the fight and give to darkness When my breathing slows and exhale once more When my lips are as cool as the sea. My world dark

Highway

Highway short poem

Heading to the city in a cab, I take a backseat and wave goodbye To my people, to my town I say – wait for my call, wait for my mail When back, I may tell you a tall tale.

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The Dead Nun

The Dead Nun short poem

Teachers at my school, thought of me as dumb and a young silly fool. My immature mind, thought my teachers were in their right mind. This was not so, they let me down but they didn’t even know. This young

We Hope

We Hope short poem

We hope for eternity We hope for relief We hope for peace We hope for change Our hopes shattered Our hopes shredded Our hopes shambled Our hopes shortened We still hope not to die We still hope not to ail

Nothing But A Childhood Dream

Nothing But A Childhood Dream short poem

You ask me if I love you, I say I love you More than words can say and I will until my Dying day but I lie, it’s just a lie but I Don’t want to see you cry so

Intangible And Choice

Intangible And Choice prose poem

Intangible and Two/Intangible and Choice/The Disappearing Cave I’ve arrived at an impasse. It is, yet again, time to decide. To decide on the moldings of your innards and the facade oriented outwards. What to do, oh what to do? Sunshine

5:49 A.m.

5:49 A.m. short poem

Lately you act like I’m a body, not a person. It chills my bones and ice crystals huddle in the marrow. I crawl into the nostalgic warmth of what was but all I hit is the black and blue of

Five

Five short poem

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These

Innocent Eyes

Innocent Eyes short poem

Those two twinkling eyes, Hopes and fears filled her eyes, She was scared, scared of the future She had an unknown fear deeply seated Her heart sank as she realized the truth She was not happy, She wanted to go

Descending

Descending short poem

I make ready myself for an insult and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors on trees; someone inside the shrine was making

Curiouser And Curiouser

Curiouser And Curiouser ballad

The case of the killing of Humpty Dumpty Who caused the death of that silly Numpty? What was he doing up on that high wall? And who or what had made him fall? Scotland Yard and Interpol Were on the

Fear

Fear long poem

We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff

The last love letter

The last love letter short poem

I want to write to you The love letter of sin From my marital bed Fetching the dark red ink Of pleasure From the deepest recesses of my desire, I’ll write to you. I’ll write to you In letters reeking

Love Sonnet 113

Love Sonnet 113 sonnet poems

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

Little Secret

Little Secret short poem

Ssshh. Don’t let anyone hear you. Don’t tell anyone about it. It’ll be our little secret My friends can’t know. Turned into they know we are fucking not that we are together. I’m just not ready yet. Can it be

Zorb The Superb Orb

Zorb The Superb Orb long poem

Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come

A Question For My Ex-best Friend

A Question For My Ex best Friend short poem

Differences do in fact come and go Only to find that time does slow Young, old, it does not matter Only for yourself do you live Unyielding for nothing, extremely trivial. Something is telling me, and I know Extra credit

Yorkshire Heaven

Yorkshire Heaven ballad

Yorkshire is a land of valleys a land of marriage of cliff and sea, Yorkshire is a land of the future a land of yesterday, a land of the free. A chimney, a watermill churning the mix should you prove

A Stupid Belief

A Stupid Belief short poem

Oft have I heard the preachers say “Time and Tide waits for none” This is false, quite untrue; ‘Coz time and tide do wait for some. The days of day-dreaming and fairytales have passed away, Responsibilities and tensions have made

The Lone Survivor

The Lone Survivor sonnet poems

The sound of bugles dins louder at last, The cavalry must be approaching near, Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast, When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear; And not a stir from all the dead

Our Last Chance

Our Last Chance short poem

Fortunately, it’s still reminiscent, that night, of shimmering moonlight, stars so bright, The strums of a guitar creating music divine, While we hummed as one and had some wine It brings alive pleasant memories of yore Fresh and redolent, enticing

To my husband, with love

To my husband, with love short poem

Each moment that I spend in waiting Counting each second, thinking of you Every moment of love that you framed in my life Every special thing you did for me Each hug, every song you sang to me Each word

Behind A Door

Behind A Door prose poem

The circus of life runs behind a door. We sway in trapeze, fall on a safety net, balance the cycle of events and drive a car in closed globe. In real world the show always runs in a tent, cash

The Decision

The Decision long poem

Standing at the top as she is about to drop People staring the street lights blaring but All I see is red as I look back in dread To the life that I’m leaving my heart is bleeding I have

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I languish between talks all banal but hearty I hold my head down for all of it to pass To hit those looking to do some more of it This time with a smile, and come again at me I

A World Without You

A World Without You short poem

How happy are you in your new world? What did I do to not deserve a place there? How much love do you receive everyday? Ever wondered if I could have offered more? Crying your loss is easy, Crying without

Guests

Guests short poem

There it was, A beautiful villa, Complete with lots of guards, From inside a cry would be heard, And the moaning of a person in agony, The mission would be in progress The new slaughter house, Trained untamed boys into

My Elegy

My Elegy short poem

What are we, but dust in the wind, A single grain of sand, upon a beach. The merest speck of light, In the great sun’s dazzling rays. A mere moment, in eternity, A mere second, in a life time. For

Hidden Pain

Hidden Pain long poem

Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without

Solitude

Solitude short poem

Alone amidst the crowd; they say I love my own company, that I am not a people’s person, so I guess it must be true. I like to hide away: a week, a weekend, a day; places where I’m not

An eventful Day, Sometime Back

An eventful Day, Sometime Back short poem

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

The Caller

The Caller short poem

After breach in tolerance one peeled truth becomes incendiary. Afraid of the known: pitched against unknown. Dying young with stiff upper lip, the grief, was not curtained enough. The malignant spread, refused to retract a name from the epitaph. Greed

Death’s Reversal

Death’s Reversal short poem

Coming to cephalic withdrawl, sharing a deadly delusion, O my world – I will not ask, I will not take back. For my own liberation, I will set you free. I am reversing myself, my battles are still raging. The

Another Love

Another Love short poem

Give me a moment of pause in this eerie lull, I do not want to call it a day. The blind fist had provoked the shrine, before the lips started demanding the dazzling kiss of a knife, pure cut-out neck