Revival Poems

Revival poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of revival poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on revival are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Lost

Lost long poem

Lost in my needs and wants is more than I can handle. Then I feel a hand warm and gentle. Lost in my sadness and grief. It is all I can do to believe. There has to be more to

Sweet Awakenings

Sweet Awakenings short poem

A gentle rush of feelings Can send shivers down the spine, With an awakening on wings of fire, In the heart and soul, Feeling specially sweet, As life is at stake. Heart sings again with a warmth Soaring so high

She’s Earth You’re Rain

Shes Earth Youre Rain short poem

She turns up her visage For you to feel her again, Her burning desires, Submit pleasurably to you rain! Rain, you fill the cracks, Of her turgid concrete, Washing away the gore, Those dark corners secrete. ‘Everything comes to a

Cosmic Ceremony

Cosmic Ceremony short poem

Emptiness is there Within the space Wherever you are Whatever your race Balance and harmony Within each other Cosmic ceremony Forever and ever Our own selves depend On our own thoughts Free it, your mind From unbalanced notes A healthy

I Too Wanna Live…

I Too Wanna Live... short poem

I too wanna live… I’m tired of eyes that look but don’t see They pierce remembering the undressed me Numerous stares taunt my erased purity But they don’t see the soul of me. A painful experience I’ve locked up inside

Beyond

Beyond short poem

Go beyond the past. Go beyond the present.. Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? When those cleansed people Wandering through other times And places, look around aimlessly In search of

Yes……he Came Back To Me

Yes......he Came Back To Me long poem

In death bed, I was, when he first came to me breathing my last Entangled by tubes… Disentangling memories He came in through the windows As the doors were ajar He struggled hard to reach me But he made it

Incarnation

Incarnation short poem

Trampling the borders, he started losing his vibrations. He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness for his bandaged ego. The new incarnation. For the broken homes he refused to admit his side of guilt and jumped into the frozen lake

Into Cobalt Blue

Into Cobalt Blue long poem

I have no sad delusion life will end, though I’ll move on Into endogenetic, and the stillness from which we were born To lie there undisturbed, Earth Mother cradles us until she’s gone These thoughts all race across my mind,

Respect The Clay

Respect The Clay short poem

Around the world Millions of us Both young and old Are born to cross The ocean of being A sight for seeing Cry, start with a breath Sail, cross to death Back to soil you are To the forest floor

Where is the Key?

Where is the Key? short poem

I am thirsty for the blood It’s raining again, I start to rust My lust, my trust they are all gone It’s all a game of avoiding failure But when you cut me do you think I still bleed? I

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I am the shore and the sea luring myself in a ritual dance, quenching my earthen thirst with the liquid peace of my soul’s meat- the tumultuous clay’s restlessness numb in ephemeral, soothed by the penetrating rhythm of the immutable

Lygodium Palmatum

Lygodium Palmatum short poem

You grow like ferns in my ribcage. weeds. feeding on the topsoil, residue, sediment of the flora now dead and gone — a decaying heart. through filtered sunlight you grow rampant, climbing, twining through every part of this rotting, putrid

Whirl, Seek And Discover

Whirl, Seek And Discover short poem

Matter and spirit Noisy and quiet A timeless circle Magnificent miracle Of life and death Poverty and wealth A world designed Just to remind You to live in harmony A peaceful ceremony A fruit from a tree With a seed

Poems containing references to : Revival

Lost To Be Alive

Lost To Be Alive ballad

Like the cold old mountains And the sorrowful seas Are there, forever, Immobile; souls and minds. I’m lost, Patiently lost. Like the tender fairy wind, Comes with such magnificent swift. Like the roaring river To be absorbed into the lover’s

The Nursery Lessons

The Nursery Lessons ode

Neither a coaching class nor experience, We had in baby-sitting, feeding and Cleaning little kids; but managed, somehow, With the limited knowledge, we played it; The little one kept me and my wife, Always active and alert, we never went

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs

Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs long poem

On a day icy-cold, snowy and serene Glancing through the window ebony-framed Stitched a silk scarf a genial queen Prickled when she her slim flat finger Three blood drops fell upon her sewing Gave she birth to a girl ”Snow

The Storm

The Storm short poem

The Cyclonic storm creates havoc on land The turmoils in life wreck havoc in mind The cyclonic storm floods the land with waters The turmoils in life disturbs the mind with tears The cyclonic storm uproots trees and objects The

Saga With Durga

Saga With Durga short poem

They were fated to face that minor road mishap The vehicle got tripped due to use of sudden brake It was August 1997, when my parents traveled by that cab Ignoring evil Oman earlier, my father left home without shake

Brouhaha

Brouhaha short poem

Running to and fro, Going somewhere, going nowhere. Fighting for survival, fighting for revival, Some call it revolution I call it confusion. Hunger in the land, Trouble in our towns, Politicians say they have the solution, But their parties have

Conversation

Conversation short poem

There was no end to looking inside. I was crumbling. Unnamed homing in of anguish, not knowing me. The wasted questions of revival. A depleted dawn of a failed sun? A river war between two hills for a moon? Time

Think On These Things

Think On These Things long poem

The graceful dance of butterfly wings, The budding romance attending Spring — The morning melody of birds who sing, The opportunities each new day brings — The serene swaying of porch swings, The relaxing splashing of gentle rain — Wedding

Woodstock

Woodstock long poem

A Four day concert, created by Roberts, Rosenman, Kornfeld, and Lang Was originally supposed be a three-day music festival, and up it sprang But the citizens of citizens of Wallkill, N.Y. did not want their nice quiet town filled With

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Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

Do You Even Care?

Do You Even Care? short poem

Do you even care? Are you even aware? You cause me so much pain The only feeling you should have is “Shame” I haven’t seen you in a year Everyday I would shed a single tear You were my hero

The Day

The Day short poem

The Day ! When, All Will Go To Finish, The Day ! When, Water Will Not Flow, The Day ! When, Stars Will Stops To Glare, The Day ! When, Air Will Not Blow, When Life Of The Cosmos. Will

Chatter Boxes

Chatter Boxes short poem

While out hiking through a wilderness cathedral enjoying the absolute peace and tranquility of Nature A rapid duel breaks out totally destroying the peace. A squirrel, and two stelerz jays on the opposite side of this pristine clearing are scolding

Surviving Attention

Surviving Attention short poem

She’ll only dance as long as you don’t watch her a heavenly symmetry in the distance between elbows, knees. Gravity is only a suggestion while she progresses through nameless steps, her unplucked body stepping across thresholds billions of sisters have

Away From The Home

Away From The Home short poem

Non-thinking was a tremendous effort, I scratched the years one by one. Between you and me was a river, it has gone now. Are you beyond the imagination? My eyelids bleed, and there is a painful punctuation. Give me fireflies,

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

Threads

Threads short poem

You’re the strangest person Yet I’m familiar with most of you You’re the laziest ass I know Yet I hope you to make it up to me . You’ve never lived with me Yet I miss you, Our memories! You

Biscuit

Biscuit short poem

I looked to take a biscuit from her mouth Just a crumb, on her lip, a leftover She didn’t even realise it was there But she caught me smiling at her Maybe I was not smiling, more smirking Yes, that’s

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

My White Rose

My White Rose short poem

My white rose let me take you in my arms Let me kiss you like real thirsty dew drop Love has to follow declared beauty norms Love in its intensity remains but non stop My white rose let me kiss

Let There Be Peace …….

Let There Be Peace ....... prose poem

Here I am again to sing a prayer Invoking the gracious gods above To bless this beautiful earth of ours With gifts of unbroken peace and love . I’ll pray that there be peace on the earth In its skies

Matthew Chapter 15

Matthew Chapter 15 short poem

Open chapter fifteen In the book on the pew between the soiled pages is a letter from Matthew Read it till next Sunday Read it till the end And when the end is near I’ll pray for you my friend

Destiny

Destiny short poem

Nomadic moon was roaming in the maddened fear of night. A wordless journey in silent dark. Betonica for a painless being, sustains the blues of separation. An inverted green puts the roots upward to send a message. Fear breaks the

The Birth Of A Public Stance

The Birth Of A Public Stance short poem

Looked naïve, but he was elevating himself on the heap of lights unlearning the human commitment. Hunger was his weapon to level the uprising of underprivileged. This monarch of darkness picks up the best, insists on low profiles. We were

Papyrus

Papyrus short poem

Let me go first in the cave to see the hollow-eyed, bird-face, my ancestor, relic of reclusive committment, eaten by hierarchical grass, inch by inch. Calories burn to free the bones from the green pond, beached, skinned and fished alive

Rose

Rose long poem

You whisper sweet words while you sharpen your thorns, By a spell I am called, and I pass through the doors. And they slowly close behind me in a squeaky little cry, As the sun begins to fade in the