Best Unable Poems
It was deep dark, silence roaming outside
if I couldn't see and hear, it is myself to chide
the urge within pushed my fright aside
time to open the gates of my soul wide.
My journeys I used to have on my own
seeking sheer thrill in my serene zone
for what I painfully miss, I strive to atone
thriving when every ounce in me is full and grown.
The lure of a wonder seized my powers
breaking through my walls and towers
an ocean unearthing my grain and flowers
weeding out what is in my soil ugly and sour.
What reached my soul was so profound, so austere
it is beyond my feel, something I awe and fear
the mysteries in books were to me so clear
and in life, through deep darkness unable to steer.
To raw Nature I carried my tribulation
along with a torturing silence and lamentation
seeking spiritual guidance and revelation
Almighty God, help me not to succumb to temptation!
And here I am, with my words touching my solid earth
carving a clear voice of woe and mirth
aspiring to feed an inner sense of worth
as an avid reader accords my poetry a rebirth.
Categories:
unable, beauty, deep, destiny, friendship
Form:
Rhyme
we reach for nothingness
these things we cannot caress
our days never return from their nights
a women never receives her rights
long lives we live in games of chess
Categories:
unable, angst,
Form:
Limerick
Unable to speak
A’ grip, my heart,
it feels the weakness
that comes of worried dreams
Endless thoughts paint abstract on this soul
Alone, is this how it shall be?
Watching the shadows play
in reverse of what is felt?
Gazing afar, this distance fades in the mist,
hides beyond the waters edge, glistens as hope,
yet merely a dream?
Sitting here I wonder,
these clouds of grey overhead,
do they speak my name in full syllables
or will the sun find me, waiting,
wishing that I could say?
Words, drew me to you, but they fear release from my tongue
If I carve our initials in this wooden bench,
sturdy as it may be,
would that brand me a fool?
If I gain the courage to shout my dreams, would you laugh?
Silence comes of this walkway, empty,
worn of the past and not knowing the future
of my desires
You have taken my voice
It rests within your hands, for it is yours
My pulse races, my palms sweat,
I want to tell you, yet…
I sit within this silence,
unable to speak
Categories:
unable, silence,
Form:
Free verse
“Miss Otis Regrets she’s unable To Lunch Today”
He tried to dance a tango; but she preferred a waltz;
He served a new fandango; but she cures her meats in salts.
When the lady got her stockings; in some kind of bunch;
The fellow took them off for her; and served them up for lunch.
So he rolled it in a wrapper; something made of corn;
It was very neat and dapper; thus a Southwest dish was born.
Did the fellow get too quip; and the lady took an issue;
And the man was troubled at the toilet; because there was no tissue.
When her nose got out of joint; conversations were a mess;
So he suggested that they stop; and give that crap a rest.
He said I’ll see you latter; she asked him to hang on;
She reminded him of Dark Vader; when just like that was gone.
Perhaps he lacks respect; maybe she’s too pent;
Maybe he’s to brazen; perhaps she likes to vent.
It was such a load of do-do and it smelled like methane gas;
I guess that’s how it goes my friends; when youngsters have such sass.
Categories:
unable, friendship, funny, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
All life came to a grinding halt
while Henry Bemis was in the bank vault.
He went downstairs to read a few pages.
During lunch, he read passages written by sages.
Henry’s passion was for the content of a book.
Curiosity always had him taking a look.
An atomic blast obliterated all civilization around.
Not another living thing in the city could be found.
Self-survival became the top priority.
For any signs of life, Henry scoured the city.
He stumbled upon the remains of a public library.
Something good came out of that atomic blast.
To read books, there was time enough at last.
After Henry broke his glasses, he became lost.
There was nothing for him to do after the holocaust.
Based on the Twilight Zone episode “Time Enough At Last”
Categories:
unable, fantasy, holocaust, war,
Form:
Rhyme
A tightly wound string
heart beats on violin notes
unable to slow
Categories:
unable, life
Form:
Haiku
Nonagenarian father afflicted,
his body electric awry
with congenital heart failure,
before long twill bid existence bye
whose physical well being -
corporeal essence inevitably will die
unavoidable manifest destiny...
accompanied into afterlife courtesy death
envision caricature immortal grim reaper
moost ofttimes (normally leering)
brandishing trademark scythe,
impossible mission to skirt dark shadow
creeping closer along edge of night, not shy,
eclipsing former robust native son Brooklyn
once upon time aforementioned sturdy strong guy
metamorphosed gallantly,
gangly, and gawky youth
courtesy blood, sweat and tears
conditioned into muscular trim physique
with equal fervor did apply
figurative nose to grindstone, and well nigh
academically succeeded (think flying colors)
attending City College (back then free - no lie)
deservedly acquiring mechanical engineering degree
furthering advanced studies at Columbia University
General Electric career employee
opting early retirement at age sixty
subsequently clocking thirty plus orbits around sun,
a widower past fifteen plus years, he
steadfastly remained married approximately
half century, and twas... understandably
grievously, honestly, and inconsolably sad
when terminal illness stole key
once dirt poor wife i.e. bride (never bartered)
who bore him three offspring - me
including an older and younger sister
acutely aware I (nsync with siblings)
may learn (ex post facto), our father
though art(fully) adept with smarts already told
tragically could succumb (think demise - see
above) regarding pandemic
indiscriminately claiming thee
storied Zayda as linkedin with progeny
thyself begat (deux) from yours truly,
and biological kith brought forth
their precious kin, whose limp body
born aloft without survivors
without filial piety
bequeathed as Boyce Brandon Harris'
soul into realm of dead souls eternity.
Categories:
unable, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegy
Miss perceived by many or was it miss informative which made it miss intended why is luck not on my side or I guess not this time but yet I kept circling around in the same corner in this same angle face toward the wrong direction I have been unable to prefect this simple task but yet in still you don’t know why.
Unable to find a connection
Why when I thought I was on the Top I was really on the Bottom tip toe around trying maneuver thru this obstacles( You) But when I was with you I felt like I was on the top of the World but actually I was really beneath the surface . I stop blaming other People for my down falls. Miss .Intentionally I really thought you was the one but you are actually was the wrong order to complete this equation (US) I thought you were going be the answer to my algebra problem but we both know how that answered turned out to be it was first was a positive in which it turned out be a negative and never became equal.
Unable to find a connection
Categories:
unable, absence, abuse, anger,
Form:
Blank verse
Angels call and demons fall
love is seen over the wall
Unattainable yet in reach
Cant give up there is no rest
Trying, crying till my death
to touch, to taste
But I cant forget
So how can I forgive
The live I was forced to live
I crawl back down
Hide in my hole
Forget the stars that touch my eyes
And lie with the demons who died
When Angels called
Categories:
unable,
Form:
Free verse
When I met you
I was like a wounded bird
You healed my wounds
with tender kisses
You strengthened my heart
by giving it love to nurish it
You fed me promises
eagerly I swallowed them
And just when I was able
to fly again
You battered my heart
Deepened my wounds
And then
You clipped my wings
Categories:
unable, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Time stopped
my heart stops
my pulse fades
in and out I go as we cross paths
like we were destined to lock eyes
you took my breathe when you
walked away
my heart stopped beating and your
lips can start its rhythm
I'm needing you
not knowing you
as we pass in daily living moments
I wonder why we cant speak
Your voice could be so beautiful
Not knowing
Im always left wondering if i could
relax your spirit
Wondering do you believe in love
Left wondering
Why cant i speak with words
My bodys talking loud
But i.....
Nothing comes out
As we pass in a day
in a moment
Unable to breathe
i wish you could....
give me.....
that oxygen i need
Unable to breathe
Unable to seem interested
Unable to feel
Numb.....
Unable to breathe when you smile
I'll stop breathing for that moment
Holding my breathe
Unable to smile back as we pass in
that moment.....
Inhaling.....
Categories:
unable, desire
Form:
Unable to Relate
2010
There he sits, across from me
Patiently peeling two eggs
Same lunch each day
Two eggs in between two slices of bread with muster, yogurt, apples, pear
Peculiar is he
Entertaining I must say
Laughter takes over
Reminiscent of the past, common experiences
Experiences not forgotten
He tells the story
Symmetry exposes two pierced nipples
Words he did not expect from a female student
Animated the table continues to recall the early years
More laughter
There I sit smiling, laughing
Unable to relate
A history shed through small “platicas”
Unable to relate
Watching the clock
Time seem far away
25 minutes, a long way to go
Finished with my lunch
I sit and listen
Unable to relate
Questions begin to formulate
Memories, how important are they?
Memories, should the past be brought into the present, future?
Laughter, I cannot relate
Laughter, will I ever be this way?
Aging with everything fading away
No laughter my memories
Home taken way by mother nature
Picked on by those a like, bullied
Cast away, different from you, her, they
Innocence stolen by those who knew better
Unable to relate
Laughter, reminiscent of the early years
Memories, how important are they?
Laughter, I cannot relate
Memories, dreams of another day
Forgotten by the new day
New experiences gone by dawn
Hunting with caution
No laughter my memories
Present marked by the past
Future scripted by the past
No laughing matter the memories
Naked from the waist down, there I lay on the fields
A neighbor’s friend
No explanation, blamed
Unable to relate
Laughter, I cannot relate
No laughter my memories
Body exposed to me
Act reserved for adults, mine at a young age
No stranger or neighbor’s friend; Cousin
Laughter, memories of fun times
No laughing matter the memories
Memories be gone with no return
25 minutes seem a long way to go
There he sits, enjoying the egg sandwich
Reminiscing with friends, colleagues
I sit and listen
Laughter, I cannot relate
Categories:
unable, loss
Form:
Free verse
Unable to sleep, I pull out my book of memories. I open to the chapters about Cyprus. They are many. I've lived more in that enchanted isle than in any other place in the world. My mind caresses each memory as I wander through each room of my home, remembering where everything was placed...afraid that time will erase...the beauty that I trace. A time when my family was complete, whole, an entity of three...sweet unity. A place where I could drive....wild and free, just being me, speaking a language with a cadence that cheers my soul, making me whole. Last night...I couldn't sleep!
Categories:
unable, how i feel, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose
Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.
Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.
A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife complained, I showed her.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine,
I may be lacking protein.
Of late, I seem unable;
Perhaps it is my hygiene.
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Another of the 4 stanza poems where the 4th is constructed from the non-rhyming lines from first 3 and the first line from the first.
This one is 7 syllables throughout, so depending on the definition of a jueju, it fits that category, as described in "Dawn song".
It's also fairly stupid, just trying to get the hang of this 4th stanza as
a summary of the first 3...
Categories:
unable, missing, muse, silly,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Far as the (ease)
severely myopic eyes can see,
nothing but polluted atmosphere
where skull and crossbones
memento mori betokens beware,
especially with increasing chronology
mortality becomes crystal clear
existential crisis yours truly didst despair
not so much death itself, but failure
(inadequacy) at livingsocial
mine life to the hilt
plain as day everywhere
casual attitude apropos
(pertinent personal paradigm
regarding aspiring poet)
equals laissez faire,
hence the following
his apt nom de guerre
emotionally castrated docile heir.
Minimal milestones attained he
blithely professes, grants, attests,
et cetera as general rule
barely squeaked by
(think graduating high school)
weatherbeaten and rust covered cerebral tool
smartly linkedin cogs and wheels
buzzfeeding delicate threads didst unspool
above mentioned metaphor near
perfectly, quintessentially, and realistically virtual
extempore description hoopfully edifies
thee dear reader figuratively yours truly
got swallowed into vortex whirlpool.
Maelstrom pitched me to and fro
hither and yon into damndest chaos
drowned me under dead end zone
fiercest storm ever
raging across Lake Woebegone
stronger than bajillion healthy
male primates oozing testosterone
empowered with indomitable strength
downing ordinarily toxic
(even infinitesimal quantity) quinone
think beefy hulking Hercules types
built powerlifters second to none
pulsating pecks, quaking quads,
and ripped reputations
far and wide known
with versatility now
smattering of lines
constituting this poem I hone.
Invisible omnipresent nemesis,
(perhaps the Schwenksville Strangler)
appears intent on asphyxiating,
and simultaneously forcing yours truly
to experience unbearable
oppression, humiliation, and agitation,
whereby joie de vivre extinguished
provoking sadness linkedin
with remembrance of things past
agonizing, kickstarting torturing
absolute zero ability to relish the present
essentially forced to recollect
nasty, short and brutish mailer daemons
characterizing diabolical ghosts
representing nauseating, and haunting
hurtful dirty deeds done dirt cheap
courtesy my selfishness
verboten fruit tasted within recent past
now the bitter aftertaste
analogous to Scrooge
suddenly horrified about his stingy self.
Categories:
unable, analogy, conflict, depression, father,
Form:
Free verse