Best Indescribable Poems
Eager to bring a smile to my day,
you share your love in the sweetest way.
And I bask in the warmth of your smile;
freed from reality: for a while.
Hope embellishes fanciful dreams:
as wishes get cast upon moonbeams.
And passion's flickering flames begin
to ignite desires that burn within.
Garnered from the innocence of youth,
lovers rely upon trust and truth.
And when I am frightened or in pain,
I think of you, and it keeps me sane.
Gleaning confidence from a life shared,
borrowing your courage, I'm less scared.
And while swept off my feet by its force,
indescribable love guides my course.
A magical moment, made sublime,
we share a kiss: set adrift in time.
And all my doubts disappear at last:
like fading ghosts of an ancient past.
I’m going to write
the unfathomable
so that when you
try to figure out
the unimaginable
you won’t have a clue
who I really am
because no one else
can fit in my shoes.
Berteena
Harmony of the soul
06 February, 2019
I Have so much to say, yet little
words to describe what i really feel.............for you
I love you more than you know.. You make my heart soar with ev-
very word you say; every smile you make. I try not to look into your eyes because I
know if I stare to long I will get lost in your eyes.I Wish everyone could see your sweet
and caring side..Everyone could then realize why i love you so much, but then.......... no one
could understand how much i love you. My feelings for you don’t go into words so easily it is
just so hard to describe all my feelings for you, and im pretty sure you would know how that
feels, like everyone when there in love.. The truth is no one has ever loved someone as
much as i love you.. It seems like each day i love you more and more; You pull me
closer and closer as i fall for you. You have made me feel beautiful and the truth
is no one has ever made me feel that way. You have made me see that there
really is a reason to live; Your my reason.. I was lost until i found you.
No one understands me like you do. I can be very complicated
and stubborn at times, but you still continue to talk to me,
thats hard honestly for anyone.. I never realized you
would be my boyfriend and best friend at the
same time; Thats a real relationship..
Your the only person i can trust,
with my life and secrets.
I Just wanna say
I Love
You
Wishes cast on the wind
stir desires deep within.
And embellished by hope,
sensual dreams begin.
Lust imbues fantasies
with the passion of youth.
And I felt so naïve
upon learning the truth.
God sent me an Angel
when I met you that day.
And your smile is the light
that keeps shadows at bay.
An indescribable
joy: set my journey's course.
And seeking happiness,
I traced it to its source.
Love's key unlocked my heart,
setting me free at last.
And doubt quickly vanished:
like a ghost from the past.
Miracle
Stories can
Seem as
Paradoxical
Happenings..
No figuring out..
Stories attacked
By the rational
Consensus..yet
Suggesting
Not-two..
Once my father made me a crown. I was five maybe, it was the fanciest crown you have ever seen, I am sure. As it was not cheap plastic or plain paper. It was made of the dust of the broken colorful glass balls. The color I will never forget. It was kind of real-but-so-magic one, smoky shiny pink. It was probably the most precious, special and unforgettable thing made for me. No one had one like this, I looked as a real princess, not a fake kindergarten one.
When he broke my heart, it fell into pieces, the pain was indescribable. As that color was. It was not significant that he had only part of it possessed. Or- it had possessed only part of him. I wept over those pricy pieces not able to put them together again. I knew it is not possible to have my heart back again as it was. Then I decided to grind it. As my father did to broken glass balls. And made my crown once again. I am a princess. And now as I could not get my heart one again, I will wear my crown every day. And seeing it, I will always remember it was my real flesh once.
Coated with a salient magnate garment of white
The designs mimic her exalting name Rita
Such healing balm decorated round her face
Trying to rub it off should be added to your greatest mistakes
She is Divine
I call her mom
They call her the indescribable design
Magnificantly stronger than the man's race
What a man can do, a woman can do better
She made this an actuality form Nigeria to the world
She is incredible, incontestable, incomparable, incontrovertible, and indispensable
An incumbent of love
Pass me not
So beautiful, So gorgeous
Charming, alluring, bewitching, enticing
The notebook of mighty
Happy the eyes of plenty that see
Running on empty the ones that miss
She is my beloved on earth and above
What a PRODIGIOUS woman
It's that rush of exultation,
When you realize your love is returned.
It's that moment of breathless sorrow,
before the tears begin to fall.
It's the precious memories of joy,
When laughter clogged your throat.
It's those times when the thrill of celebration
Give way to the pain of loss.
It's the cry of your newborn child,
Upon taking that first breath.
It's the light in a parent's eyes,
Fading into a look of non-recognition.
These are the things that defy description,
The things that life is made of.
I have delved into the very heart
where darkness simmers, love light glimmers
then explodes in current apocalypse,
an inferno eclipse of blind pyromania.
Words, mere kindling and kerosene,
fuse wire and gasoline, erupting, igniting
screaming aflame, roaring and screaming
your name, your name.
Spluttering and guttering to portray
something of an aspect, essential
mannerism to depict your genius,
beauty.
And fail, syntax and rhetoric charnel,
useless ashes as soon as they are born,
expiring with whimpers, torn away by
a hurricane of inadequacy.
Gone, such as if they had never been,
never written, muttered, spoken, uttered
or howled.
Avenues exhausted, no other modes
of expression, dysphasia in overload,
trashed in describing the indescribable,
quantifying the unquantifiable,
expressing the inexpressible.
Language pillaged, raped and bereft
of meaning until all pens and tongues
have left is the universal power of three:
"I...love...you..."
The indescribable gratitude that is life
What is it? How do we know it when we see it? Do we value it? Do we cherish it?
It is simple you know. We identify it the moment we touch it.
It is the morning sun at the break of dawn.
It is the gentle feel of the wind against our faces.
It is the joy of a mother holding her child for the first time.
It is the twinkle in the eyes of the groom as the bride walks down the aisle.
It is the pride of parents seeing their child take its first step.
A thousand galaxies and a million starts cannot capture the essence of it.
It is the victory dance of a player after winning the championship.
It is the achievement of walking out a graduate.
It is the bliss of receiving your first pay check.
But do not think that’s all there is to it, because there is more.
It is the relief of a family as the doctor approaches with a smile on her face.
It is the handshake that unites two nations
It is a pat on the back for a job well done.
It is the culmination of our yesterday, our today and our tomorrow.
So, when it passes by, do not hesitate. Grab it, don’t let it go.
Hold it. Savour it. Treasure it. Live it.
And enjoy the indescribable gratitude called life.
Indescribable
my thoughts hanging out
words push to the front
suddenly where'd they go
twirling off my tongue
you're more than just a setting sun
Pushing pencil strokes painting
beauty in an ever welcomed eye
brushes of kindheartedness appear
in the shadows controlling
the contours and the fear
Backdrop stops where colors lie
yellow swirls of honey
attracting more than just
the sweetness of a simple smile
inscribing unfiltered desire
filling page after page
Chapters start and chapters close
but I propose that twinkle
will never die when the ink dries
the syllables will align creating lines
describing the indescribable
in hues of heavenly descent
Ethereal vivid imagery
kissed by a subdued light
twinkling colors of nostalgia
lingering faintly
In an infinite time-lapsed dimension
where the onyx of what lures
morphs into mysterious perpetual
unpainted lackadaisical presences
leaving vacant spaces
in a yearning soul
Devoid nothings dancing
swallowing me under
a tucked in sprinkled sky
Obtainable materialization
too bland for fulfillment
Undecided passions and lost hopes
in a hollow twisted barren flesh
placed on the lower side of
a distant slightly pattering pedestal
of something that can only
be described fugitively
Bestowing faint presences
feeling the invisible
mixed in grander punched elusive dreams
A lofty unconscious concept
beyond mortal grasp
a glass of chilled lemonade,
and a bookmark that shepherds
the pages of your paperback..
each time you shift your
bespectacled gaze..
to where your three-year old
frolics with friends and the
family dog, playing peek-a-boo
with tiny crabs crawling sideways
on the smooth wet sand..
as the wavelets of the sea
roll with carefree mischief,
and smooch the shore, teasingly,
with the sun in the sky smiling
down on all and sundry..
and you squint as you grope
for the bookmark that fell
silent on your sandy toe,
as shattered sunlight dance
like shimmering shadows..
streaking through coconut
palms that jubilate with the salty
breeze of a sultry summer noon,
your bookmark has skipped
too many pages too soon!
It is the happiness edged with sadness and pain,
The feeling of dancing alone in the rain.
It’s longing for something you’ll never get,
The missing of someone you’ve never met.
It’s the feeling that will drive you insane.
It is the nostalgia for someplace you’ve never been,
The yearning for a journey that will never begin.
It’s having a home somewhere you can never go,
The unending love of those who will never know.
It’s the feeling in a heart that lies deep within.
It is dreaming of being a part of something you can’t,
Listening to a song that you can never chant.
It’s the reminiscing of something that never happened,
The brightening of a heart that causes it to blacken.
It’s the loving and wanting of something you shan't.
It is the happiest happy and the saddest sad,
The hating and loving, the good and the bad.
It’s the feeling that you simply can’t describe,
That you have to feel in your heart, deep inside.
It’s the best and worst feeling you ever had.
The artist catches an illusion
The artist completes
The artist creates
The audience sees an illusion
The audience admires
The audience comments
The audience may see
A different dream
No matter whatever it is
Art is indescribable
One sees with the eyes
And feels with the heart
Reasons by the brain
And reforms by the soul
Unlogics can become logics
Not existable can become existable
A different world may be presented
In the name of imaginations
Expectations
Aspirations and dreams
From a lost world maybe
But based on
The original creations of God