Best Leave No Stone Unturned Poems
‘OH POETIC force, show us, tell us take us to heights unknown,
And leave no stone unturned' ‘ QUOTE BY POET
This April month with destination moon or bust, is celestial,
Four Moon bound people took off in a rocket,
Planet Earth wishing them a successful,
Exciting space trip, praying no harm touch them,
Only poetic love should prevail,
And courage and hope with poetic ink be injected
Into this space mission , every poet’s talent thus affected,
History in the making,
Poets creating poems that bring together
Words and words become breathtaking thoughts,
That bring about poetic rhymes
Bless and hold their tether hard and fast,
throughout eternal and turbulent times,
Something different happened
This afternoon, rather strange
For I saw no bird, yet A dove’s feather dropped
And then floated out of range,
Was it showing us that eternity is space,
Could it become a global race
To make Moon or Mars,
Habitable, among the stars.
Greed has moved into space,
Wanting to change its face,
But poetry will always be on greed’s tail,
With every mouth watering detail.
Our four brave astronauts
Got back this early morn, with a big splash,
And unbeknown to them surely, a reporters flash!
Bust to the extreme
And collide with your foes
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes
Leave no stone unturned
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready
To smash that ass
Cause they sneaky as ****
Waiting patiently for you to slip
Or get down on your luck
Then you looked surprised
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen
How could this be
They said they would have my back
Always
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same
Cause when you wake up tomorrow
Its today
And always is cool
Till it comes time for change
And that's all I'm gonna say
You seek fortune
And you seek fame
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames
And trifling dames
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change
When you do make a name
Its all the same
Every mother****ing day
But u *****es ain't slick
Cause you all look fake
Like a ***** with teary eyes
You know she got raped
And took against her will
Just cause some ***** ass punk
Needed a thrill
Well meet your maker
I got a deal
Cause sent down in my presence
And your soul will get drilled
Chilled and chopped up
And diced up into a meal
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real
Or just real ill
My fates already been sealed
You silly bastard
I'm on the chopping block
And all you hear is my laughter
Before and after
The rapture
*****!
Leave no stone unturned
Leave no lesson unlearned
Have your first kiss
Remember those you miss
Run in circles till you fall to your knees
Climb and fall from many trees
Eat cookies when Mom's not looking
Try your hand in a little cooking
Stare at clouds above
Hold hands, fall in love
Read your sister's notebook
Dare to go in your brother's room, just a look
Jump into a pool with your clothes on
Sit for hours under the warm sun
Splash in a puddle on the sidewalk
Draw millions of pictures with colorful chalk
Don't eat your greens
Cut off your favorite jeans
Get in trouble or maybe a fight
Try hard to stay up all night
Forget about the rules
Blow off homework or school
Play truth or dare
Do things without a care
Don't always do what you're told
Just try to... stay gold
This poem was inspired by the poem by Robert Frost, "Nothing Gold Can Stay..." I absolutely love that poem,
and maybe this just is a way to help you out.
Founder's day
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’
>’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
>The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
>You are a relic in our memories
>Posterity will always judge in your favor
>A man of wisdom and valor.
>You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
>That fight had made us a proud generation.
>Your were the torch of your mother,
>Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
>Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
> You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
>Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
>Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
>Great dreams stuck in the skull
>If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
>We have missed the great voice of an orator.
>Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
>We will love you until our hearts are no more
>Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
>You indeed are a founder.
>We salute your charisma.
>Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
>’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
>’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
>We respect today.
>Because it is your day.
>Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
>’’Mo mo mo’’
>We salute.
I stand alone under the glittering stars
Miles away from civilization, roads and cars
It could be snow, jungles or the desert sand
But I am watchful, vigilant, with a gun in my hand
Far away in the night, my little baby cries
My wife looks alive but every second she dies
Not knowing if I will return with gifts in a bag
Or as a gift to my nation, in a body bag
My eyes though alert belies a heart empty
With occasional visions of my friends and family
My ears strain to hear the cooing of my new born
But even that doesn't deter me from doing my duty sworn
My grit doesn't waver even when there's war around
When the tranquility is broken by gunfire's sound
I stand firm in my resolve to protect this nation
Every animal, every tree, every citizen
When peace is brokered, nature steps in
Testing me, my mettle, my will to win
I never leave behind even a dog stray
My human values, beneath my uniform, on display
I am told the nation resounds today with ungrateful talking
Bad mouthing me on another power's bidding
But these voices don't matter to the likes of me
You may be a prodigal son, but you are family
So make noise, rejoice, enjoy your liberty
While I leave no stone unturned in protecting thee
Till there's life in me I shall stand tall
Ensuring that this nation will never fall
In return I ask nothing; no awards, no glory
No recognition, no remembrance, no reference in history
My duty is to my motherland and her I shall protect
My chest will be a wall to every bullet
Dawn breaks…
over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward
upon the ragged earth
I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task
scanning and searching
for that elusive scent
that is in my wake.
Like a great detective
I leave no stone unturned
I am proud of my prodigious nose
finely tuned, precise as a compass
I can detect the rarest of scents
I probe to follow that unique smell
to find what is lost...
it is the zenith of my existence.
What, ho! Now, the scent!
My body trembles with the thrill of discovery!
Onward, I go, with eager anticipation
I will not stop until I reach my destination.
Alas, my determination pays off
my master sees the end in sight...
I do not understand his sudden sadness
how he draws back
at the scene set before him.
As I nuzzle close to my master
his salty tears drench my face
my doleful eyes seem to comfort him
as we huddle together
underneath the dry, hot sun.
Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real true fact,and that is true and perfectly exact!That was a terrible act! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"? Who would do that? We who care must leave no stone unturned!"Justice is not always exact,but "Justice does ,and can see the real facts! Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"?Who would put their mother,father,sister,brother,grand daddy,grand mother,girl friend,boy friend in "Harms Way"? We who care must not leave any stone unturned.The Lord God Almighty sits on the Throne,and never leaves any stone unturned for any as we all will face him on the day of judgement for the good and the evil that we have done in this life. God leaves no stone unturned! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way" of "The Police"on that terrible day for "Democracy"and The U.S.A.and for Liberty and Justice for us all? "The Police"came and they did cause ""Unjustifiable Harm"!"Justice must act to "Justify" itself or "Justice makes itself unjust"!Once all the stones have been turned then "Justice can be served to all of those who unjustly acted,and to those who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"!Do they still give "The Electric Chair" in "The Great State of Kentucky"for "Unjustifiable Homocide"?Justice is always tendered with mercy in order for Justice to be Just"Motion To Indite by "The Grand Jury of "The Police and "The Boyfriend".Police=Self Defense with unjustifiable Homocide "Boyfriend=The first shot from a gun fired out of "fear". When the boyfriend fired the first shot he enabled "reckless endangerment and unjustifiable homocide .Rectless indangerment is "Being put in "Harms Way"!!!! Who really fired the first shot? Jistice can be served by finding out who fired the first shot to cause "Harms Way" to come into existance!!!Unjustifiable Homocide requires "Justice" to "ACT" ,no matter who fired the first shot so that "Justice Itself" can "Crush,Plow Over,and "Pulverize "Evil Flesh,Evil Spirits,Evil Minds,Evil Bodies,and Evil Souls.Will "The Grand Jury" "Act" to see all of "The Facts"? The "Motion is in Place"!!!!
A wind of gratitude is waving
River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..
The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric
You are a relic in our memories
Posterity will always judge in your favor
A man of wisdom and valor.
You fought covertly or overtly for then progeny's emancipation
That fight had made us a proud generation.
Your were the torch of your mother,
Your contemporaries can't gainsay.
Your foresight laid the foundation for your mother's future.
You started building the walls that projected your magical plan's picture.
Your confidence was willing to leave no stone unturned
Alas, nature sent you to the urn.
Great dreams stuck in the skull
If you can hear me, speak through a necromancer.
We have missed the great voice of an orator.
Even if your phonetics can’t do, let us feel through your kinesics
We will love you until our hearts are no more
Your mother will remember your sacrifice until she closes her memory's door.
You indeed are a founder.
We salute your charisma.
Dr. Kwame Nkrumah, ‘’mo ne adwuma’’
’’S3 3nn3 y3rehyir3n s3 nsroma’’
’’3y3 wo mm)denb) ntiaaa.’’
We respect today.
Because it is your day.
Osagyefo Dr Kwame Nkrumah
’Mo mo mo’’
We salute.
My Reality
I been put on this planet for a reason, giving thanks to him that I am still breathing.
Waking up each day, on my hands and knees asking for darkness and negativity to be casted away and be replaced by contentment and inner peace. Wishing that a light can shine down and protect me from the evil and chaos, which is an abundant plague widespread within the streets. That I can be lifted up with wings or invisible strings, to never be brought down by any man or woman seeking to get the better of me because that side of me was set aside for its own purpose. To keep from drowning just beneath the surface. Looking in the mirror the only one I see is me, smile at my reflection I like what I see. Picture perfect no one’s perfect feeling incomplete, close your mouth open your eyes so your mind can see. This my reality a love hate tragedy, considered soft spoken until poetry flows out of me, erupting like an active volcano earth quaking and shaking the world until it knows where I stand as a young-man growing and developing in this wicked land. On the other hand the plan is to understand and one day overcome the circumstance. So for anyone who hears what I write, I express my wright to stand firm creatively, stably no matter if they label me to leave no stone unturned in how experience my reality.
Yes, I choose violence,
I chose to make chaos with my words,
I choose to use this weapon to fight my battles,
I choose this because it is the language oppressors understand.
I chose violence,
I do not mean to be physically aggressive,
And I do not mean to cause physical harm,
But I will be violent in how I register dissatisfaction,
Violence is the only available and viable option.
I choose violence,
I will ruthlessly delivery on my roles,
I will work to ensure that I leave no stone unturned,
I will exceed expectations,
This form of violence will exonerate me on my resting place.
I choose violence,
I will vote that violent man you know of,
Democracy and economic freedom are foreign constructs in our motherland,
At least the men around this delusional man are faking it right,
I choose violence.
I choose violence,
It is the only way my voice will be hard,
I am a proponent of silent revolution,
My body will stay intact my voice shall be loud enough,
The option is violence or violence.
I chose violence,
I will be ruthless in my character,
I will exercise restraint,
And maintain a character of heaven,
After all, violence is a language in heaven,
Didn't we read that the Kingdom of heaven suffereth violence?
And that the violent take it by force.
I choose violence!
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
One last time before I leave
Rip this tempered soul asunder
Leave no stone unturned to grieve
In time our hearts grow hard and cold
Disappointment takes its toll
Dreams of grandeur fail and fold
No legacy to bestow
A thousand faces I have seen,
Friends and foes that I have known
Lives full of hope and fervent dreams
Remembered now only in poems
Invoke in me a sense of wonder
Not despair and shattered dreams
One more time to rage in thunder
From the cliffs with valiant screams
(Stoic)
Sincerity is hardly in an abundant quantity in our world
the blunderers and wonderers are deserted the direction hurled
Lost aimless looking to be painless seared in their fragile state
by promise makers and mockers and takers until it is too late
They hope, cope, mope and feel roped while facing a reality
robbed of peace and tranquility
Searching and asking, yearning while acting out this game called life
with the scenes that repeat like a thundering heartbeat consumed with horrific strife
Puppets get tangled and wrangled and mangled by the puppeteer
who's careless and cares less. Verbose? Yes, but truth uncovers fears and tears
The haystack is monumental, yet the needle miniscule hidden under eternal straw sticks
The hay is rough and in irritating tufts. It blocks the gleam that's within. It's a glow like fire
on a burning wick.
Coal is a very dark stark mark of what exists if not burned
Ageless means stage less void of undiscovered value. Leave no stone unturned
you better hold on
your in for a ride
keep your legs and arms in this magic carpet
you and me
we're going to find ourselves
leave everyone behind
explore the depths of our love within the dark of night
we'll soar high, move every mountain leave no stone unturned
into the morning we'll fly on this magic carpet ride
so you better hold on i don''t want to lose you my love
karen croft
You squirmed within and struggled to come out
In swarm of my other responsibilities you drifted about
Searching for me, within me, in a roundabout
For I was busy with mundane things on hand to wipe-out
Waiting to exclusively sit with you in devotion and freak-out.
Please pardon me, Oh creations of mine
If I was not able give you existence ‘n shine
If I was not able to mould your shape fine
If I was not able to give your name a dime
If I was not able to devote you so far, enough time.
Oh creations of mine, I did not know
It would take me such a long time to toe
Like running after elusive musk in a doe
To see the end of my worldly stow
And make our dreams true aglow.
I am now happy, Oh creations of mine
You have decided not to wait one more time
Not to feel claustrophobic inside and whine
Have instead forced me to give you meaning and rhyme
And ensconce in my heart with sparkle and shine.
I also promise you henceforth, Oh my creations
I would leave no stone unturned for your liberations
I will bring out your shine with the mirth ‘n ebullitions
And bring glory to your names with plenty proclamations
Like diamonds emerge from the rough in illuminations.
Form: Rhyme
Born of stardust to experience duality.
Should I thank my Ancestors for providing a path to me?
They say sweet baby don't you cry.
But I don't know how to lie.
They say an empty vessel makes too much noise.
But I don’t know how to fill it with my voice.
They say look before you leap.
But I am afraid I will fall in too deep.
They say seek the daily truth.
But I am afraid it won't suit.
They say the tone of your voice speaks louder than your words.
But I have an amplifier with me to be heard.
They say an ounce of protection is worth a pound of cure.
But I have none of the symptoms for sure.
They say listen to your heart's melody.
But I have a brain to follow my heresy.
They say temper your ego for it does not know divine timing.
But I love me being me in finding.
They say put your best foot forward.
But I love to read books with no foreword.
They say explore all paths and leave no stone unturned.
But I love to get lost in the woods in turns.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss.
But I proclaim so do the stones that cost.
They say temper your ignorance, superstition and fear.
But I proclaim to be present here to be rid of fear.
They say being part is being whole.
But I proclaim everything is the same in the blackhole.
They say push the envelope
But I proclaim it is better first to say hello.
They say listen to your heart and intuition.
But I seek the proper instructions.
They say don't stop believing.
But I seek fulfilled living.
They say wrap your troubles in dreams and dream them away.
But I seek clarity when I am awake.
They say see the true colors and hear the true sounds.
I now know that is the source of true surrounds.
They say time shall heal all wounds.
I now know patience is a key to making mounds.
They say all is well that ends well.
I now know there is no journey, it's all destinations.
They say bridge the gap.
I go to formless from form.
They say inform yourself to reform yourself.
I go into the void where there is no self.
They say better late than never.
I go where there is no time.
Thank you for holding the truths and sowing tender love.
Now it's my turn to shine the light and reap tenderly in the Gardens of Thoughts.