Best The Unknown Poems
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Enigmas of the soul
Do you know how it feels?
Never tasted before
Invisible Sun
PD
The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier - Canada
We all know you now
You have fallen at our feet
You have guarded them all with life and limb
Noble and brave
Only to fall at a cowards last call
You have stirred the souls of the unknown heroes
Their appall shall seek the just dues of our defamers and saboteurs
Young lads who now welcome you in the hereafter
Shall haunt our enemies from near or afar
The drum rolls sound, as the rifles salute
The Unknown Soldier
You are unknown no more
Notes: In memory of Nathan Cirillo and Patrice Vincent both killed in cold blood on the week of Oct 26, 2014 by cowards in the name of Islam. Nathin Cirillo was standing guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
Also in memory to the 1000’s of unknown soldiers, young men, who fought so that we may be free.
“The Unknown”
Something beautiful in the ugly of it all
raised its hand in the classroom
and asked,
is that all?
The Reader considered it all.
Silently.
Perhaps there is Life
on Mars after all.
Safely removed from the
pages of this world.
Who in their right mind
would query
The Unknown?
give proper and correct
answers to it all -
The Unknown.
Candide Diderot. ‘24
The Unknown
While standing on a razor-edge end of my mortal time,
I’m not sure of what lies beyond and what I shall find.
Death’s dead, cold eyes stare me down now, as I wait;
My spirit sweats and shakes, as my blood turns frigid.
His skeleton face is scary, horrid, pallid, and macabre.
His apparition floats freely full of fear this frozen night.
A little girl long dead steps toward me from this oblivion,
Her face sad, streaming tears as she hands me a wilted rose.
This strange netherworld has that dull, cold pallor of death,
Just like the smell, sensation, and sadness of a charnel house.
The moon on this eve is one blood red, insidious in intent;
Fixed high in the cold night sky it gives one no hope at all.
The little girl long dead returns and holds my left hand gently:
She says, “It’s not yet your time . . . this is still only a dream.”
She adds, “The River Styx lies ahead—cold, dark, and deep.”
She says, “There is yet time to change your life for the better.”
As I started to awaken from this intense and revealing dream,
I could hear a faint voice whispering deep inside my psyche.
It told me now a certain message that I shall never ever forget.
Follow your heart and conscience, find the goodness in your life.
Listen to God and what the better angels of your nature tell you.
This shall keep you on that path of the devout in the eyes of God.
The image of God is reflected in Man himself as he seeks to fulfill
Always His Divine Destiny!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 1, 2016 (Lyric)
To The Unknown Source
To whom this may concern,
I commit my soul, my worm.
I live from day today, as some say…
when I bite the Clover, it is over.
Love Hallowed if it be thy name,
I have heard of thy precept fame.
May thy kingdom come among,
in strives my hands I have wrung.
Of my meanness reaping seeps,
I’ve heard of Love, there be sheep.
Goats of mighty ships afloat,
descend into the abyss moat.
If Love be true Love, the will,
of which one’s life should spill,
then my will has been, bitter pill,
of bitterness has been my seal.
Forgive me as I will forgive,
of this Love I forever will live.
Of my daily bread I will be fed,
feeding my neighbors as I am lead.
Of whom this may concern,
commit I myself of Thee to learn.
Of awesome Precept I am kept.
Of beastly concepts I have wept.
Loose the human concept yoke,
of bitterness pill I am thus broke,
by concepts of which I spoke.
Humans in gross darkness grope.
For Frank’s
Compose a prayer
No I am not as unfamiliar with God as this poem would suggest,
But few know the Source fully as the Love that He actually is.
“Because strait and narrow is the way, few there be that find it.”
The Unknown one
(Face 2)
Time steals a beating heart
The heart struggles to steal time
We grasp at emotional tinsel
We cry when our tears tumble
to hell
Seeking solace we find no solitude
Nor comfort in the breast of life
Seeking love we find only the heartless
Battered down to the dirt from whence we came
Seeking the past
We weep in graveyards
Emotional baggage
Sitting on the shelf
Love letters
Feeding the flames
Hell fires
Warming the coffin doors
How did it come to this?
That I lie here of weary bones
Stand strong and face life they preached
I have no face
I am the unfinished one
The reflection of nothing
Walking in-between icons
Garden of dead dreams
Cemetery kisses
On unfinished faces
clouds linger
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
I am alone,in this unknown land
The way back as a losers game,I played
Wanna live it bravely but at times I fail....
Me who cries for the gone past,me myself call a pessimist
Past which teach me a lot
Life a teacher,teach me happily the sorrows...
Me jealous of those happy ones
Thinks its a curse alone for me or may the fate...
Still my goals are firm
I'm not ready to leave it for the past
But for the future
I am ready to fight for my life
Me not a selfish ! Still want something,not for me
But to help the world,The ones who are alone..........
The life that I lead is unknown to me,
How can this be? you ask me,
Well you see I live in a land that is free.
There was a time
I was invisible, and
empty, in naked truth
exposed, my soul bare and stripped.
Lost and unprotected,
my pretty wings tattered and destroyed
with feathers fallen,
I was destitute without family or friends.
Naked of emotions,
a fading flame in the darkness,
my heart stark and unsheathed
all I knew was grief.
I pushed everyone away,
fell into concealment and weeping,
bare of all emotions, save one-
until I threw off my nakedness.
I clawed my way back,
uncovered my strength, dwelling within
let my flame burn bright
cast off despair and stepped back into life.
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November 12, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Into The Unknown
Copyright Protected, ID 16-849-421-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, End of June 2018
Sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
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Written for the contest, Naked
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Eighth Place
This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead
lover’s silken skin…
I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow
me into our karmic destiny…
On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree,
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…
I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…
"What is our life but a succession of preludes to
an unknown song whose first word is surrender."
Quote by _Constance
My life has been one of high cliffs and deep dark pits,
oh, the map of my journey is unfathomable;
so often I have fallen from a high rocky precipice,
and with courage climbed from pits of sorrow and grief !
But, somehow on this doomed voyage I found strength,
and have an inner courage to take a step within the unknown;
I can now face the puzzle of my strange life,
can explore unfamiliar and uncharted winding paths !
Oh, sure there are days I dangle from a lofty crag,
with a sheer drop into angry blue surging ocean waves;
and there are days I walk in beauty untold,
a foreign visitor in a mysterious forest on an adventure !
I have no fear of climbing vertical walls to find my bliss,
immense peril will not stop my quest for the purpose of my life;
I love finding the obscure- the secrets in the beyond,
and enjoy the view from a mountain overhang !
"And though scars are the roadmap of my life,
I drink from the deep blue cup of sky."
Quote by - Constance
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January 27, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Precipice of The Unknown
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1424-917-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 02/13/2022
Second Place
I remain
as thee invisible
poet feeling without
flesh seen taking in
all your treasures
left behind
by your presence
Why have we come
to cross paths again
Where before you
standed looking
down from the heavens
on us
In life's reversal
in the shadow's presence
death is known and I
remain as an invisible
poet without flesh seen
Respect was there
Our rhythms have
come to cross paths
again
Where I know
for sure you were
here first before others
Who entwine and follow
in your path
Now I'm place
between all your sayings
in all of your spiritual
presence
I notice the single placemat within the circle of noise,
Placing my phone on the cluttered side plate,
I can feel the Christmas spirit resonating through,
The crowd of extended families unwrapping each other’s joy,
A tear drops onto my unused napkin,
My mind races with memories of family togetherness,
The phone reminds me of the unsent WhatsApp messages,
I spot the waiting team slalom through the chairs,
Out of the corner of my eye I notice a waiter offering me the red, white, or rose wine,
I must have blanked out for a quick second or two,
As for some reason I chose the red wine,
I’m not a big fan of red wine,
I notice something unexpected,
A noise behind my ear struck me subtly,
Hesitantly I turn towards the surprising situation,
“Would you like to join us?” A lady to my left asks alongside her children,
Tears flood my unconscious shirt,
“No-one should be on their own” another added “Join us!”
I graciously accept after they make the decision for me,
They share that they are from Lincoln,
As they collectively lift the small square towards their table,
I can’t believe the surge of care that I’m being shown by strangers,
Stories were poured as the red wine wrote the words to a great Christmas Lunch,
I laughed to many a tale about their previous Christmas trips,
Smiles simmer in this cauldron of enjoyment,
The red wine even produced miracles,
Overcooked beef became irrelevant in the cape of chuckles,
To be included in such a positive way, real and not in a forced manner,
Opening the door to showcase the missing piece on the mantle of Christmas,
I’m glad I chose to go down the stairs,
I felt a little overwhelmed by all the morning family togetherness being showcased,
But my faith in humanity has been restored,
As long as the flickering light within the hand of Christmas remains,
I will try my best to rise to most challenges,
As today a small gesture had a hugely heartwarming effect,
A large impact that will not fade in time.
I visited the great unknown,
But now I can’t remember
The look of it.
What a tragedy it is
To jump unknowing.
How greatly I admire the unafraid.