Best Unachieved Poems
Two children lost in the wood and snow,
huddled by a small but tended fire,
clinging together for warmth and safety,
That was the story of our lives.
Imbedded in the old and tattered photo,
lay the hidden reality of childhood
and children sustaining one another
Through years and space and time.
Together in search of finding life's purpose
it's unattainable answers
to the question of existence
the point of journeying together.
Alone as individuals we found the reply
unremarkable, often lost, misplaced,
forgotten and unachieved
due to the circumstances of living life.
Two children growing up
and looking out for one another
despite the difficulties and the trials
somehow surviving, surpassing all.
Two children taken by the whirlwinds
of living and eventually dying
still bound together through time
having learned in shared secrecy, the lessons of life.
Categories:
unachieved, children, death of a
Form:
Free verse
Old Dreams
In the evening when the moonlight;
Gently falls on land and sea.
Old dreams come like wolves at midnight;
Come to howl and torment me.
Dreams of youth their glory ended;
Fall behind sweet sorrow's vale
Dreams of love by sorrow riven,
Like the desert winds do wail.
Dreams are foolish, so uncertain,
Each of us a price must pay.
For we must rise to meet the morrow,
Rise to face another day.
Still tis hard for oft they linger,
At the edges of the heart.
Dear yet ever so illusive,
They tarry long and don't depart.
Sadness creeps into my chamber,
When I think of long ago.
When hope danced to the mystic music,
No one else but I could know.
Dreams like vapors, quickly rising
Rise like smoke and fade away.
Unachieved and unaccomplished,
At the breaking of the day.
Categories:
unachieved, anxiety, care, conflict, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
In my younger days thought much about fame
And went on laying the edifice of prosperity
That envisioned in the clear light of eternity
And might properly house the glory of my name.
But thoughts swifter than wind pushed my plan
Though the fair foundation has yet begun
And started with friends dallying in the sun
Scrambling awkwardly and the liquors ran.
Was too late to see my vision shape and rise
In the place of lofty peaks and towers.
Mind’s pieces drifted the conscious premise
Drowned by flotsam-jetsam in sluggish currents.
Later friends gulled and well-wishers deceived
And now have no regrets, nothing unachieved
Fragments left me to collect the pieces together
Spending all my time of bliss at ease forever.
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*This is not biographical write but based on the life of my childhood friend.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
June 24, 2011
Sixth Place win:
Contest: All the Little Pieces sponsored by Constance, The Rambling Poet
Categories:
unachieved, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Restless
how slowly life seems to flow
in youth, ever in a hurry and on the go,
rushing toward the coming of age
living quick and fast on a passing stage
finding out nothing truly lasts;
suddenly the sojourner is cast
looking here, looking there
only to find life is everywhere
filling every step with inner wants and needs
searching for something in which to believe
in prayer and distress,
reality fades in its undress;
questioning, what were we looking for at best?
Age sedated in its comfort crown
the long life rush slowing down
a steady pace
of holding our dreams in place
unachieved and still needy in etchings
imperceptible progressions;
no longer an obsessive race
here, safe, secure in life space
held close within its embrace
returning back in time's run
to where it had all begun
accepting one by one
the long journey home has come
back to the Lord, now done.
7/18/21
Tat Tvan Asi
for the Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
unachieved, age, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
This Side of the Mirror
I feel lost within the mirror’s eyes
Those charming narcissistic pools
As vast and blue as endless skies
Glittering like two polished jewels
As I look deep within those gems
I recollect such secret woes
Held trapped inside my lover’s skin
Is such a torture none should know
Drowned deep within the vainest vice
An honest pain baptized this soul
Although it seems that dreams are nice
When unachieved they take a toll
I can not hold, my love, so dear
Or press their lips upon my own
And even, could, I hold them near
The truth remains, I am alone
Categories:
unachieved, beauty, crush, desire, funny
Form:
Rhyme
The song of my love is heard
It travels over Seas and mountains
Bearing cadences that make the fishes dance
It frolics over hills and oceans
With rhythms that adorn the eyes of the sun
Sniffing the scented air that enflames the smouldering harmattan ash
Dancing with the guileless glee of a soul at ease
My love wakes
Glowing with the shimmers of sunrise
As it emerges with the pleasure of a shy bride
Rising in slow degrees from the east coast of India
Glimmering as the mirror of the stream flows with easy glide
Shining like the smiles of the unbridled sun as it beams with pride
Gliding with lazy grandeur like the procession of a Royal entourage
My love breathes
It inhales the sharp scent of burning wood
And savours the sweet smell of the lilacs that bloom
The breath of my love gives life to hyacinths
Shrunken and withered and makes them blossom anew
It is warm like the caress of wool on a night of chilly cuddle
It's journey down the spine generates shudders of flurry relish
My love sees
It stares with eyes that sparkle
Like the flash of lightening on a sultry night
Piercing the flesh as it comes in contact with the soul
The eyes of my love are sharp
Swifter than the swoop of an eagle on a chick guarded by the hen
It is strong like the hammer of Thor
And it makes mountains crash like an avalanche
It is hotter than the smite of the sun at its peak
And it melts the heart frozen like ice
My love grows
It feeds on smiles that clouds tears
Subsumed by the tapestry of the sun's golden gaze
It thrives on the rhapsody of gleesome hearts
Dancing as they laugh in unrestricted boisterousness
My love is a story
Told on nights of twilight beauty
As lasses blush before flames that smolder
And lads boast of valiant feats unachieved
It is that song sang as the arms of the wind spread over herbages
Clothing them with perfumes that issue from dancing hibiscuses
It is the hidden hymn of covenant
Sang beneath the lustrous peek of sleeping stars
When the transient sneer of the sun hide behind the moon's smile
Categories:
unachieved, africa, beautiful, devotion, feelings,
Form:
Blank verse
I remove my glasses to blur my view,
of my disgraceful face, that’s painted a strange hue.
Reality peers back at me, from the bottomless
shallow mirror,
My self peers back at me,
with disbelief, regret and horror.
I remove my glasses so that I cannot see,
that which I’m not and that which I’ve wanted to be.
I close my eyes, so I’m now in a trance,
of an alternate universe, a new theme,
a new life, a new romance.
I remove my glasses and put them aside,
and think back to better times, waiting
for my pain to subside.
But as I shuffle through my memories, relief -
I cannot seem to get,
because the past is filled with insurmountable regret.
I remove my glasses and put them in their case
and reminiscence about my beliefs, the dreams I used to chase.
But all this sorting reveals only mistakes,
mistakes, mistakes, mistakes
Oh, so many mistakes…
I remove my glasses because it’s time to sleep,
I wrench today’s goals from the thought bubble,
and discard them into the unachieved heap.
As I sink to the bottom of the bed at the end of the day I've fought,
I plummet into the depths of my innermost thought,
that preaches ‘useless’, ‘ worthless’, ‘hate’
that preaches ‘loser', ‘ugly’, ‘ late’
that dictates my action and my inaction,
that dictates my speech and my silence.
And as I lose myself to the seduction of rest,
I try to revive in me, an anticipation for the morrow -
a dying and hopeless, bedridden zest.
The sun will bring with it, a new day,
the day will begin coffee, sticky notes,
in the same old unaccomplishing way.
I will remove my glasses to blur my view,
I will remove my glasses to disillusion myself,
I will remove my glasses to remove myself
to a new fantasy, a new retreat, a new game.
I will remove my glasses to feed my escapism,
and let the footsteps of my desires lead me into a new daydream,
of wonder, success and fame.
But still,
I can hope.
And still,
I will hope,
that the morrow is not barren of new opportunities.
But still,
I can pray.
And still,
I will pray,
that the morning air instils a new confidence,
in me, as, from my lucid dreams, I wake,
in me, who limps behind the forerunners of the race.
For there is life to be loved, and life to be lived,
and mine is a future in the making,
a future to face.
Categories:
unachieved, anxiety, life, loneliness, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Uniformly swings
the hypocrite
as though on a pendulum,
to and fro,
the string of foul aim
transporting him.
With every swing
ever so timely,
a breadth of chaos unleashed.
The intent periodically he seeks -
the equilibrium unachieved.
For experiments his fate,
as body and heart wholly
of stone go
to and fro,
to and fro,
casting a million hates.
Categories:
unachieved, character, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
When I grieve at grievances foregone
And sing to myself my melancholy song.
The hurt, miseries and sorrows suffered
The pangs of pain and agony doubled.
The long lost childhood that was so bare;
With nothing to recall recollect or share.
My tears my sole companion have been
From early days till the years of teen.
The long lost friendship and unachieved aim
The un-numbered failures ; my weaknesses claim.
The true colour of love which I could never see
My prayer is unanswered unheard is my plea.
Oh! happiness you are so elusive!
Why do you always elude me?
Categories:
unachieved, depression,
Form:
Sonnet
When I grieve at grievances foregone
And sing to myself my melancholy song.
The hurt, miseries and sorrows suffered
The pangs of pain and agony doubled.
The long lost childhood that was so bare;
With nothing to recall recollect or share.
My tears my sole companion have been
From early days till the years of teen.
The long lost friendship and unachieved aim
The un-numbered failures ; my weaknesses claim.
The true colour of love which I could never see
My prayer is unanswered unheard is my plea.
Oh! happiness you are so elusive!
Why do you always elude me?
Categories:
unachieved, depression,
Form:
Sonnet
SOBER REFLECTION
As I was considering human actions,
My mindset was geared towards repecaution,
Replacing the position of gladness with saddened motions,
I once asked father ''what was the cause of human situation''
He said '' son its because of man's imprudent reflection'',
About to ask another question,
But he said son ''consider your actions''.
At the cemetery lays both young and old,
It seems as if I was getting cold,
Without hesitation I grabbed my hood,
Still surveying the size of every cross mounted on each grave,
I imagined the emotions of the bereaved,
I sat on a stone,
Calculating unachieved goals swallowed by the grave.
Man ought to live and not to perish,
Not leaving behind the people they cherish,
To soar in anguish,
But many a thing are beyond human might,
Which are decided by nature,
Which we humans expects positivity
But sometimes it becomes negativity.
Oh! Mother nature direct human actions,
Allow not our days to be in few enumerations,
Our wills to be clothed with medals,
Guide us from the turbulent winds,
And shield us from the sea's tempest,
Let our merits stand the test of time,
Hear the entreaties of man,
Oh! Mother nature.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
A.D 2017, AUGUST 21
Categories:
unachieved, adventure, deep, grief, life,
Form:
Classicism
I love the night from dusk 'til dawn,
It's the only time to carry on
with thoughts and dreams still unachieved,
my whole life plan at night conceived.
No light's distractions, no buzz of sound,
my conscious clears while ideas abound.
Sleep does not come for me with ease,
Time hypnotic is knowledge less seized.
What is it that makes me insightful those hours?
Is a great truth revealed by some higher power?
I think fate is set when the mind is most clear
of petty thoughts which by night disappear.
But as the hours count down to day's early light,
some find it ironic to be enlightened at night.
Yet I find strength to arise and start the dead day,
knowing that night is not far away!
Categories:
unachieved, dark, introspection, nature, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
Though years slip by through time
if you live long enough and rewind;
you get to see that history
is ever a repetitive cyclic mystery.
Refugees and immigrants raped
always seeking some escape
when faith, land, house and home
do not withstand the change and roam.
What is it about faith and land
that we take life so easily
in a self righteous stand?
The earth and sand lies troubled
drenched in hate and fear and bloody rubble
unable to grow lush in unseen lost beauty
as the seeds of change die in duty.
Man progresses and reconstructs
where earth of promise begins to self destruct
repainting it in greed and desire disabled
as Cain rises again once more against Abel.
Why does the story of brother to brother
never seem to change
and the good in humanity is smothered?
Those finally set free only in retreating
still find their fate unfound and fleeting
and in the end revealed the truth believed
and permanently lost remaining unachieved.
Slip sliding footsteps of the aftermath
trace imprints in the well trodden paths
and new found short lived peace
forever lies stolen and fleeced.
Why does the record never teach
lessons learned
to be continually un-reached?
We have been here before
resettling the same score
forever destined to repeat
living in our self conceit.
Seize the day, the changing times
stand and hold true to new paradigms
all are equal, deserving of the moment
giving hearts, trusting minds with eyes open.
We have been here before
lets learn the lesson at last
once and for all, evermore.
Categories:
unachieved, faith, history, humanity, life,
Form:
Rhyme
I have a long list
A list that should lead to a wedding feast
I’ve search in lands so arid
In a bid to get married
I’ve met so many
So vain and so dandy
They all thought they were charming
With funny names such as
Hotas
Vochas
Jokas
And Jackass
What an interesting journey so far!
I sometimes end up in a spa
Just to talk to the little people in my head
Oh please don’t judge me!
I’ve really really tried
I’ve even sort a Psychologist
Or was he a Psychiatrist?
He had a silly fee
A costly little quack!
He listened to my words
He said I was crazy
And with a tiny little voice
He said he’ll put me on a pill
Oh please!
Who cares!
For I was still on a mission
Unfulfilled was my vision
And my goal was yet unachieved
Beautiful and prime
And in my fourth decade
Young at heart
They said I had little time…
Just the other day
A strand of grey hair I found
Or maybe it was simply hay
Crazy crazy thoughts
My psychiatrist must be right
I think I’m going nuts
What? Nuts?
Not!
I really do not care
For this earth I shall walk
Until I find my mate
By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015
Categories:
unachieved, adventure, crazy, marriage, poems,
Form:
Free verse
When it's your hand which starts trembling,
And it's your brow which starts sweating,
When all of the strength in your feet is waning,
And all of the sudden your legs start shivering.
When all of them watch you closely,
Your every move they notice intently,
Then is your world and that one opportunity,
There's nothing left unachieved beyond that anxiety.
Categories:
unachieved, anxiety, deep, introspection, life,
Form:
Rhyme