Quotes about revive, page 7
Awareness -Double Acrostic
All that goes around us, in the areA
Where we live, affects us, we all knoW.
As life goes on we face the dilemmA
Recognizing that the mask of dangeR
Entices, increasing with the passage of TimE.
Now so blind, we retrogressed toward erosioN
Eventually losing our inner human essencE,
Soul, heart, and mind in spiritual illnesS,
Save what remains, let's revive RighteousnesS!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Ultimate Ends
Too big to be refused whims.
Too huge and tremendous.
Too much.
Too self destructive.
And not slapped back,
Into consciousness.
Sometimes that's all that is needed,
To revive a broken heart crumbling.
If blocked doors are torn down...
With a hug given,
To prevent ultimate ends.
No discussions or meetings set,
To address one's sorrow!
Enforcement enriches the spirit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Before The Statue Of Endymion
I have come from Miletos to Latmos
on a white chariot drawn by four snow-white mules,
all their trappings silver.
I sailed from Alexandria in a purple trireme
to perform sacred rites—
sacrifices and libations—in honor of Endymion.
And here is the statue. I now gaze in ecstasy
at Endymion's famous beauty.
My slaves empty baskets of jasmine
and auspicious tributes revive the pleasure of ancient days.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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On My Mother's Birthday
Clad in all their brightest green,
This day verdant fields are seen;
The tuneful birds begin their lay,
To celebrate thy natal day.
The breeze is still, the sea is calm
And the whole scene combines to charm;
The flowers revive this charming May,
Because it is thy natal day.
The sky is blue, the day serene,
And only pleasure now is seen;
The rose, the pink, the tulip gay,
Combine to bless thy natal day.
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Lovers Parted
Old memories waken old desires
Infallibly. While we're alive
With eye or ear or sense at all,
Sometimes, must love revive.
But we'll not think, when some stray gust
Relumes the flicker of desire,
That fuel of circumstance could make
A furnace of our fire.
The past is gone. We must believe
It has no power to change our lives.
Yet still our constant hearts rejoice
Because the past survives.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Song
Go talk to her, sweet flower,
To whom I fain would talk
Tell her I hour by hour
Pine on my own poor stalk.
Tell her that I should live
Not quite so sore distressed,
If she to you would give
A throne upon her breast.
Tell her that should she hie
To my parched plot to see
If I be dead, that I
No more should withered be.
If I were dead, her feet
My spirit would revive,
As may her bosom sweet
Keep you, sweet flower, alive.
poem by Alfred Austin
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Mere Mortals
A mortal thought carries a flute,
Singing this breathing will give birth.
Over hills and into tunnels, a small touch
Brings the body to a nearness with death.
Again and again, my significant breath
Grows deeply enough to revive my soul.
Near death is a light of speech so powerful,
Hands and feet struggle with me, so violently.
The light of the stars, when the nights passed,
Lost me, spoilt me with my heart as I lived.
poem by Naveed Akram
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O Friend
O friend, tickle the strings of thy voluptuous lyre
And rend all air with musical sound-
Such sound, that I might drown
All my misery, my universe and my love
Yes, this love that cans't be mine
That gold will buy love matters not,
A fair foul fancy, if love were aught.
O friend play - dispel misery in the air,
Revive agonies, set my heart on fire
Play o play upon thy lyre,
that I may have extremity of despair. [1960]
poem by Om Chawla
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On A Faded Violet
I.
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
II.
A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast,
And mocks the heart which yet is warm,
With cold and silent rest.
III.
I weep,--my tears revive it not!
I sigh,--it breathes no more on me;
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I want a girl
I want a girl
Wrapped deep from the cold
Snug warm in her wool hat and scarf
I want a girl
All round to be hold
Red tip on her nose makes me laugh
I want a girl
Who faces, no cares
The chill and the freeze with such class
I want a girl
Who smiles, no tears
When she slips and she falls on her arse
I want a girl
At the end of the day
To take home, unwrap and revive
I want a girl
Who’s happy this way
Content to just feel alive.
poem by Chris Dawson
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