Best Unachievable Poems
Ingredients To Achieve A Dream - Panagiota Romios
Dream Recipe: Ingredients
Have a huge dream that seems unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or
circumstances to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet.
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it?
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that
becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can to not let
it define you!
Don't let anyone ever steal your dream.
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
February 19' 2020
3:30pm PST
Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,
Is love a tree or the deepest ocean?
My breath or my reason for holding?
The questions unanswered since the
dawn of man and emotion alike,
Thus the bittersweet conclusion
appears that love equals the two,
Yet how does such beauty create
a pain that suffers from insomnia?
Expendable only to a few torn souls
who have breathed the sweet intoxication
of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing
aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure,
Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the
agony, to exhale affection for everything in
its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths,
yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal,
For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment,
As romance itself in but a breathe shared
between two spirits rewarded for persistence,
With the risk of being proven fallible,
which leads to tears and pain entwined,
Must we not embrace the risk as reward?
For those as myself, who answered "no"
are condemned to the most fragile breathing,
For each breath hurts like the last
One love, one lost, one breath in all,
Breathing her in as if she has become
the last breath of oxygen in my life,
For she has, she has become my only,
due to a choice made for the perfect love,
Yet my painful irony has become, breathing
and loving, with each one, keeping
the agony of the other alive forever
Have a huge dream that seems so unachievable!
Be fearless and put up pictures of that dream all over your house.
Invite your God to mentor you and then close your ears.
As the world is replete with nay-sayers out to choke you with fear.
You think I am supercilious or dallying in a game?
No, this is so real, if you don't do this, you will find others or circumstances
to blame.
Most importantly, do go on a total news diet!
Total abstinence, please, oh please, just try it.
Read and listen to only things that uplift you heart.
Be very careful as what enters your mind, as all that becomes you.
And if suffering from any illness, do the best you can do,
Under no circumstances let it ever define you.
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams!
Then your life can be the Creme de la Creme!
"All things come to those who believe."
August 10, 2019
9am PST
Let me explain...
I want you to be naked.
Drop the mask around your face, and Take off those layers.
Unbutton the linen around your heart and reach behind the zipper leading to your mind.
In time, you will see that I want to penetrate you in ways that don't require physical sensation.
Temptation reaching it's peak as I speak to your soul in ways thought to be unachievable.
Let your walls be knocked down by someone who can tell you more about yourself than what you see in the mirror.
It will be clearer once we reflect on our past, live in the present, and allow a future of ecstasy to be built.
Faith, Success & Believing
By: Tom Wright
3-24-2004
It only takes the faith of one,
to provide an idea with continuance of life.
But Ideas are a lot like grapes,
many wither on the vine for lack of cultivation.
I believe God places the same idea in multiple minds,
but lack of faith deem most unachievable.
Success comes only to those not adverse to trying,
also on making more right choices than wrong.
And believing, is mile one
on the highway to becoming.
Footsteps heard from afar
Caught in the glimpse of
Strange shadows on walls,
the unknowable visor of
approaching men in uniform,
wedged in the unbroken frames
of those shadows;
Carrying their guns and arms,
They throw a basket of broken
Legs lost in the war, a dump yard
Of human remains
And there through the window
Struck by the very first sight
Are those pair of peeping eyes
That seek answers for all that is
Left and is yet to come,
They speak of all the pain
Felt in the anguish of the bygones,
A struggle to fight for
All that is fair and just,
To level the men of his ‘breed’
One amongst many born unequal
They see affected patterns of color,
The raunchy division of scattered
Privileges
In moments of solitariness, they
Look ahead into the future with a
Vision so pure;
a utopian ideal it seems
To many of his kind, unachievable yet
Worth fighting for, for years
Of unsolicited beatings, they
Only wish to see a world of
Equals, the world as a homogeneity of
Dark and blank pieces,
Men of ‘his breed’
Stand up to wrong all the
Blank pieces covered in shadows
By the ‘darkness’ of their own
Misdeeds,
So a world without
Fear would be created for once,
The end of a gruesome chapter
And the beginning of a liberal one
Okay I am going to write a poem about You
You know who I am talking about
You are impossible, unbelievable, incredible
We can never guess
What You are up to
The things You are gonna do
You are unattainable, unachievable, unimaginable
Can't know you
Can't see you
Can't get you
Can't understand you
Can't glide by you
Can't hush you
You are one unutterable, unfathomable, undriveable Force
A force that I don't want to reckon with
You are huge -bigger than life
Hard to know you
Hard to try you
Hard to get along with you
Hard to perfection
That's what You are
But then that is not what You are
Because I am still figuring You out
Does it take a lifetime?
Does it take forever?
When are You ever going to let it be known?
When are we ever going to believe in You?
CALLING ALL PETERS TO THE H2O.WALKING ON WATER
DEFYING THE CONSERVATION LAW OF GRAVITY.......
WATER WALKERS ARE THE TRUE RISK TAKERS.
KNOWING THE POSSIBILITY OF WHAT COULD BE...
PERSUADED BY PASSION. TO DEAR THE IMPOSSIBLE...
WATER WALKERS ARE LIGHT ON THEIR FEET.
TRAVELING IN UNKNOWN TERRITORY. THEY
HAVE SPIRITUAL PHDS. MASTERING IN
PHYSICS AND STATISTICS BALANCING OUT
THE EQUATIONS OF THE PROS AND CONS.
WATER WALKERS BELIEVE IN THE UNBELIEVEABLE
BLIND FAITHIS APART OF THE STRATEGIC
PLAN.THEY FUNCTION ON A HIGHER DIMENSION.
SEEING THE UN SEEABLE.
WATER WALKERS AREN'T SCHIZO GOING LOCO,
THEIR FAITH STARTED FROM A MUSTARD SEED.
THAT EXPANDED WITHOUT MEASURE AND THE
TRESURE WAS A GIFT OF BEING A WATER
WALKER.REACHING THE UNREACHABLE.
WATER WALKERS NEVER NEED IN ANY SHOES
THE BOTTOM OF THEIR FEET STAYS WET.
FOR GOOD TRACTION.WAING FOR THE APPOINTED
TIME TO TREAD TRIUMPHANTLY.......
WATER WALKERS TOUCHING THE UNTOUCHABLE.
BLIND FAITH HAS NO RESERVATIONS OR
PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS.WATER WALKERS WALK
THE DEEP AND THE SHALLOW WATERS.CHOOSING
NOT TO SETTLE BECAUSE OF MAN'S CONCLUSIONS...
WATER WALKERS HAVE NO EXCUSES. THEY'RE
JUST GIFTED IN THEIR POSITION TO FOLLOW
THE MASTERS PLAN. ACHIEVING THE UNACHIEVABLE......
WATER WALKERS BLINDED FOLDED TO THE
CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING THEM.
ARE YOU A WATER WALKER.............
The pursuit of happiness
is the American Dream
but how can I be happy
if I ain’t spending?
What kind of world
have we all come to live in
where happiness is sold at
filthy auctions?
Add it to my cart online
and hope I’ve earned free shipping.
Go to college,
get a job,
make something of yourself.
I did exactly as the teachers said
and still feel so unfulfilled.
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”
Not still stuck inside my parents’ house.
When you’re brought up in poverty
it’s really hard to rise;
you gotta shoot for the sky
and everyone will try to shoot you down
cause they’re after the same prize
What’s the prize?
A moment of fame,
a few hundred bucks,
debt paid off,
beggars can’t be choosers, right?
What would you do for a million dollars?
Well, I kind of have a moral strife:
I work fifty hour weeks
rack in the overtime,
don’t get paid enough to survive,
“take a mental health day,”
I ain’t got the time.
Wonder if I’d be better off
if I just rob ‘em blind!
“What are you complaining for?
You’ve got the dream job that you wanted,
aren’t you happy now?”
“I guess it really wasn’t what I wanted,
was it, now?”
Drowning in all kinds of loans
wasn’t exactly where I saw myself;
chasing a fantasy
led me to a great depression;
you want to talk mental health?
I don’t sleep, I overeat,
I work and work and work and work,
pour all my emotions down the drain,
and act like I’m perfectly okay
because I’ve achieved happiness
according to the American Dream.
So why am I not happy?
Why are we not happy?
Why do we riot and rage,
shoot our children,
starve our people,
and wave an unachievable dream
in the faces of the future generations
so we can watch them struggle,
and burn,
and fall apart at the seams
all while they pretend to be happy?
When I look forlorn;when things seem not
to go the way they should.When the burden
of the thought of unfavourable events seems
to weigh me down.When I am overwhelmed by
the mist of the confusion,and everything
is in a maze.If I just call you,my worries
fade away.Hearing your voice and the
encouraging words that come with it,makes
me feel I can achieve the unachievable.
Your voice comes like the Sun shinning away
the fog of tribulations.It's like a cold
water running down the throat of a thirsty
person.As welcoming as One finding an Oasis
in the desert.Your voice soothes my anxiety
and apprehentions.It sparks a strenght in
me that makes me strive harder to overcome
hinderances.If for nothing else,for that
One who is a shoulder to cry on;who loves
me unconditionally.And whose voice is a
relief always.You,and just you,my love.
It wasn't easy
But it had to be done
Hard work is not always fun
Sleepless nights
Lots of advice
Had to take heed
Trying to see what all I had to do to succeed
I was counted out
Yes
But you see I am what they call success
Success comes with fears of failing
Exceptions to excelling
Constant cries
Consistency is where it lies
Never giving up
No matter what it took
Taking on task
That were hard
Playing your part in a society
Who already labels you before they know
That you are a plant ready to grow
Only thing they needed was to see the soil
Nurture it to life
With water and sunlight
And then boom
There is life spoke into the unspoken
It came with restless nights
Devotion
Beliefs for the unbelievable
Achieving for the unachievable
Reasoning for the unreasonable
Yet I still feel success
I gave it all my best
I didn't put a limit on myself
I wanted to be rich in knowledge and then gain my wealth
This road wasn't easy
I didn't do it myself
I had a team
Who supported the dream
Too
I am a part of 2022
I am the finished image
Of making it through a pandemic
I understood
That some things work for the good
And sometimes being misunderstood doesn't make it worse
I stand out
Breaking a generational curse
An unfinished lyric
To an unfinished verse
I am the decision I make
I am the risk that I take
I am still human and will make mistakes
But they can be corrected
I am no longer rejected
I am respected with honors
I am the upcoming uprising star
I am not who you say I am
I am a warrior a conqueror not a quitter
I am someone
I am
I did it when everyone said I can't
With all that is left to say
Congratulations
I made it
And this feeling I wouldn't trade it
Written by Concetta Hardnett
05/22/2022
To all the Graduates
Some say that love is dead,
But can that really be so?
Is it an idea, a thought in your head?
Or an emotion you outwardly show?
They say that love is no more,
But is that really true?
Must you ask for it, implore,
Or does it come naturally to you?
I heard that love has been destroyed,
But is that believable?
Is it simply redundant or unemployed?
Or a state that’s unachievable?
It’s said that love is in the past,
Old-fashioned and out of date,
But do we all just move too fast?
Perhaps we need to stop and wait.
I watched as love was laid to rest,
And I suppose to see is to believe;
We buried it dressed in our Sunday best,
A love we bereave but cannot conceive.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve been home
Many a year
I’ve been on the roam
As the years turned to days
Days turned to years
Time is an hourglass
Showing ones deepest fears
As I sit here
In this barroom
Smoking a cigarette
Leave I must soon
Following that, I must check out
Of the mediocre hotel room
Though my mind clearly sees
Visions of joy from the past
This hotel bill
Will surely by the last
Always ladies
Night keep me warm
Even through the most
Furious storms
Make my way
Home once at last
Not yet young son
This old man’s not done
Please don’t leave this bar
For this story hasn’t ended
Oh no thus far
All my life I have desired
Some sort of reckoning
For my sins
Now I’ve finally realized
I must go see my kin
And a new life I may
Finally begin
But son please listen
Realize you shall
As you grow old
Happiness not be bought
With any amount of gold
Happiness lies
Within your very heart
You alone
Hopefully shall start
Having your very own dreams
Even though they may seem
Unachievable, son
You’ve just got to believe
For without dreams of your own
You shall bitterly become
Full of hatred and greed
Dreams are not money
They are actions you make
Dreams do not happen
When you are asleep
They come to you
When you’re beginning on your feet
But you must be careful
For come people are amused by
Actions of deceit
For one who uses trickery
Are not as lucky as you
They are to ashamed of themselves
And their life is hell
They are weak
You are strong
Envy they of you
And in society they just don’t belong
Don’t think I have sided
With the pitiful and weak
On their behalf
I only speak
Oh, son, I have seen
More than any old king
I’m even friends
With Mr. BB king
But never have I
Been so satisfied
Than when I told this story
And you looked me in the eye
Not many have been
All the places I’ve seen
This all was my very
Very first dream
I must be going now
But before I do
Bartender, 2 shots of José
We must make a mighty salute
For on your future young son
We must drink
Shower me with your love…
Observe pain as it streams from sky blue eyes;
burning and insuppressible, unshed tears
drench as transformation comes to pass.
Watch as it seeps from pores, releasing
poisoned beliefs, acrid thoughts, and toxic
misgivings, flushing fear and hurt from core.
As grief, sorrow, heartache and dismay are
squeezed from each cell of my being, remain, for
they will unfailingly step forth now to bid one final adieu.
Rain down on me as all is cast into oblivion…
Witness as jagged breaths and uneasy rhythm are
restored to deep and effective cycles; breathing
without hesitation, no longer an effort for
trust is emerging in realization that
love truly exists, devotion is more than an
unachievable concept, and loyalty is an inner
promise, a personal oath made with honor and
integrity, a determination to stay true, not some
façade or falsity spoken for outward approval or regard.
Hold on, for my smile has finally reappeared…
Then, nurture me and nourish my being, my soul… adore me.
Let me feel the warmth of your essence entwined with mine;
the tenderness of your touch as it soothes me into euphoria,
the softness of your lips tasting, caressing, lingering
until I am certain they belong to me alone.
In the comfort of your embrace,
this once-in-a-lifetime place where
serenity flows through me, enchanting me,
enticing me, thrilling me, imploring me…
my heart nearly bursts with rapture, longing,
and sweet ecstasy in this new-found
freedom and fearless expression.
It is here, in this moment, I finally lower my guard,
demolish all walls, for I know I am safe and protected.
I am yours, and eagerly share with you an untapped, yet
infinite, well of passion, love, affection, adoration,
devotion, and tenderness.
I will love you like I mean it, passionately and playfully,
honestly and joyfully, with fervor and fever, forever to eternity.
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12/1/2019
For Love Me Like You Mean It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Devious Davos party- goers, make us feel guilty and bad.
The game is to control you, oh my, you have been bad!
“Net Zero,” is a totally unachievable, unrealistic goal
Their purpose is dominant, complete, absolute world control!
1/17/2023