Best Unanswered Poems
“Thin, I think, that fabric between realities. Maybe minds aren't lost. Maybe they just slip through and find a different place to wander.” - C.J. Tudor
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oh, I shan't yet, my dear father, find
disease has robbed him of his mind
he works hard, grasping from the air
some careful tasks that are not there
most life, his world was quite exact
no straining id - no questioned tact
integrity worth cheers and boasts
Vs though now he sits engaging ghosts
he walked a road that’s naught but true
and strived for all things great men do
his loved ones’ welfares - always first
providing needs through best and worst
his partner, church, his town and friends
placed ‘fore himself, what he’d defend
through his devotion, work and fun
of enemies - I’ve known NOT ONE.
it's odd that I can I count it strange
but not once did he find that range
to laud a thing that gave me pride
(or boost the dreams I kept inside)
I strained thru life to reach this man
some common ground to understand
but while I’d begged to be his friend
too great our difference, in the end
I'll not e’er know this man, you see
though none I love quite dear as he
but as our bond, at best, was rough
he’d taught me love by being tough
so now his wit and poise have flown
the grandest man I’ve never known
no grace is left him, this goodbye
no answers, mine, the question …
why?!?
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 - Melancholy" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
Another day comes
another one goes
and when it will end
no one really knows
time marches faster
with each passing day
as I'm watching life
just slipping away.
The hours tick by
as into the night
hurting and hopeless
devoid of my light
I'm seeking answers
to set my mind free
should I keep trying
or should I still be?
Where am I going
and what should I do
am I a failure
who's washed up and through?
The rest of the days
that I have left here
surely are numbered.
my heart sheds a tear.
So much time wasted
so many dreams killed
I feel my heart quake
another tear's spilled.
The morning draws near
no answers I find
searching these chambers
alone in my mind.
Do I have value
and what is my worth
am I just wasting
my time on this earth?
Answers evade me
as time ticks away
my heart is weeping
as I kneel to pray.
Dear God please tell me
please give me a sign
am I just crazy
by my own design?
Will I be able
to conquer my pain
or will I always
feel like I'm insane?
What is my meaning
where do I fit in
before my life's through
why did it begin?
Questiond unanswered
I notice the sun
another day's over
another's begun.
How ironic? Has God ever fallen in love?
I am sure the supreme power does have a clue about love.
Then why are many struggling with questions that have no answers.
If certain sensations are not meant to be then why does one have to go through it?
Or is it a good way to put a check list on Karmic activities.
One’s feeling doesn’t seem to make any sense and the restless notion only brings discomfort.
Even though some things seem so right and pulls one toward a make believe world,
Attempts and efforts don’t seem to fade away.
It is with the tornado of genuine feelings that keep the tingly feeling of love alive.
So does God understand this?
Even though modernization has struck onto the minds of many,
The devotion and willingness to surrender to that person develops a passionate and overpowering desire.
The sweet and sour, or bitter and sweet emotion creates fear or questions fate again and again.
Once the brave feeling has been awakened and humble efforts have been tried upon,
One cannot fight destiny, but can hopefully open a new change to Karmic policies.
As time goes by, one notices that it is no more days, weeks, months, but years that has shaken the foundation of a belief that finally love will conquer over the negativity,
Love is the feeling that has no answers but only a precious sensation is felt.
Again no answers, but more questions and experiences are shown and learnt in every way.
There must be something better stored for everyone that is why one walks through a chain of tests.
Happy living and sustain that positive attitude.
What are modern technology and medical breakthroughs for
When there no happy people anymore?
There’s psychic hotlines and personal ads to go with new age trends
But still the strife, gloom and depression never ends.
Dreams forever shattered and all hopes have been banished
Consideration, respect and harmony have all just vanished.
There are very few smiles and even less laughter
Incomprehensable to think of happiness ever after.
Relationships are disposable and children are on their own
There’s an overpopulation; yet, everyone feels alone.
To keep a positive attitude is the latest thing they preach
A façade of emotions, pushing intimacy far out of reach.
In the stirring of the night, through the silence, there’s a cry
Going unanswered, whispers softly, “only the lucky die.”
Don’t send me more
Of your tragic poems
My dear
Covered in blood
Of your monthly flood
Of tears
Don’t send me more
Of your angry poems
My dear
Carved with the knife
Of your molten spite
And fears
I’m just a peddler
With a cart
Bringing discount words
To hearts
Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man
Broken hearts throughout the world
Anguished boy and crying girl
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to get from here to there
Don’t send me more
Of your bitter poems
My sweet
Forged in the fire
Of your endless ire
And grief
Don’t send me more
Of your hopeless poems
My sweet
Ripped from the womb
Of the lonely room
You keep
I’m just a peddler
With a cart
Bringing discount words
To hearts
Broken hearts across the land
Woman left without her man
Broken hearts throughout the world
Anguished boy and crying girl
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to read, for me to bear
Your poetry’s too heavy, dear
For me to get from here to there
(You see that shadow on the road
Trudging ‘neath its heavy load
A heart weighed down by sands of time
And your poems only make him cry
And he won’t add them to the pile
So he can walk another mile)
(And he won’t add them
To the pile
So he can walk
Another mile)
Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear
(They make him sad
Make him cry
Beat him down
Deep inside)
Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear
They make me sad
Make me cry
Feel as though
I want to die
(And he won’t add them
To the pile
So he can walk
Another mile)
Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear
(A heart weighed down
By sands of time
And your poems
Only make him cry)
Too heavy, dear
Too heavy, dear
For me to read
For me to bear
I know my love gets you high
But can I string you along?
With nothing but my sweet song?
Oh, where does your heart belong?
I’m aware that I can please
Will the magic go away?
In the hum drum of each day?
When I can’t find words to say?
I’m aware I can entice
But will beauty soon wear off?
Seductive charm not enough?
Neglected when life gets tough?
I’m aware that I can sooth
But will comfort satisfy?
When life asks the question, “Why?”
Will your heart my love deny?
I know that I can be sweet
Do other flavors entice?
Will you crave a hotter spice?
Just want "naughty" and not "nice"?
I know that I satisfy
But why must you overeat?
Need another type of sweet
Not satisfied with ONE treat?
I know I can liberate
Will she your heart ensnare?
Will her passion take you “there”?
While body and soul you bare?
I’m aware that I can please
But will her bright eyes beguile?
Mesmerized by her coy smile
Will you ignore me a while?
I know your heart likes to play
Will my heart faithful remain?
What is there for me to gain?
Except…a heartful of pain?
I wonder, will you regret?
The risk you took in this game?
Does my body hold your claim?
Will my heart treat you the same?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I see the yarn and I remember
I bought it for my mother to knit
But she went to heaven in January
Her fancy never used tropical paper napkins
Are a reminder every time I open the drawer
My mother is gone. My mother is gone.
I pick up the phone for the hundredth time
To tell her something crazy that has happened
Something she will never believe, something funny.
The yarn and the napkins smile.
Remembering what I do not
As I listen to the phone ring and ring.
What are the questions we're afraid to ask
But the light in which we will never bask.
17.12.18
Composed for Juli-Michelle's
Unanswered Questions
Poetry should never answer,
—more questions than it asks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
Lightning flashes and the rain falls
as the storm rages on tonight,
the family is so worried about you
and wanting to know you're alright.
Late, last Sunday afternoon
you tried to take your own life,
twice with the same medication
that was supposed to end your strife.
You were taken away and we don't
even know where you are right now,
but everyone is just hoping
that you can comeback somehow.
What ever happened to you,
that caring person you once were,
who could always make me laugh
oh, how I do remember her.
You took care of me when
I needed someone to be there,
so many good memories flash back
of the fun times we would share.
We are all still wondering why
you are suffering in depression,
and how could you ever hurt us
with such unexpected aggression.
You left your teenage son
alone in a state of panic and fear,
now we can only wish and wait
for some kind of real cure.
I wrote this after my aunt tried to commit suicide last Sunday, June 15th.
Thankfully, she was not successful. She has been struggling with depression
for about 10 years and this is the worst state that we've ever seen her in.
Our family and the doctors keep trying to help her, but nothing has worked yet.
So, we will have to wait and see where things go from here, as we still have no
word on her current condition.
We are not a religious family, but it might help if you could send out your
positive thoughts, and maybe keep us in your prayers during this difficult
and confusing time.
Right is more than the absence of wrong,
for trust runs deep in a trusting heart.
And in hearts where trust thrives, love grows strong;
till souls merge, never again to part.
Tears are allowed to dry on kind acts,
steeped in misgivings hope's presence brought.
For Hope is a collage of abstracts
that affect every feeling and thought.
Magic and God exist hand in hand;
both immune to reality's bite.
And so, both are hard to understand;
wetnessing miracles in plain sight.
To pursue love, one must accept pain;
for feeling beings don't have a choice.
And though it's difficult to explain,
happiness demands doubt gets a voice.
The purpose of life eludes me still;
many unanswered questions remain.
Yet, despite the concept of free will,
answers oft lead back to God's domain.
In every instance of our Christian walk we have a guarantee
that when we pray to Father God He will hear our pleas
for it's by the power of prayer that we have been assured
that whenever or whatever we ask of Him He can easily afford
knock and the door will be open, ask and you shall receive
trust in God to deal with unanswered prayers in our times of need
A prayerless Christian is a powerless person in the eyes of Christ
vulnerable to demonic devices that may wreck a persons life
Paul a disciple of Christ had a painful thorn in his side
he prayed to the Lord three times for the pain to subside
but God said "My grace is sufficient " don't question my authority nor power
My strength is magnified in you at your weakest hour
God will rebuke you if of Him you make demands
the Holy Spirit will smite you with a righteous hand
not to hurt but to humble, not to destroy but to direct
as the grace and mercy of the Lord God is sufficient for you to expect
God wants our attention and He wants us to comprehend
that He's in control of the universe and we shouldn't refute Him
the devil may send you a message but even the devil needs permission from God
for God will deal with unanswered prayers should they possess a righteousness of heart
remember that God has dominion over everything, it's all under His hands
for no demon nor devil, no man nor woman has any authority when it comes to His plans
Dealing with unanswered prayers just asking for what we desire
if it's in God's will He'll gives us what we sufficient require
Questions run through my head with never an answer,
like Lord why can't we just cure cancer
I mean it's not like we aren't trying
Billions of dollars raised, prayers said and people are still dying
Why are there people who choose to kill,
people who cheat, lie and steal
How can a person beat their own child
when others on earth are so meek and mild
Why is there so much hatred all around
and not nearly as much love to be found
Some people cant have children and I try to understand
but what I don't is why an evil child molester can
Why are there places where millions are starving to death
Why are there babies born addicted to meth
I know it's wrong to question God this way
I try to stop but my mind is plagued
I ask for forgiveness each and every night
Still it continues...it's a constant fight
These questions and thoughts torture my mind
I look for answers that are impossible to find
We think we have a friend in someone just to find we were wrong
finding out they were against us all along
There is so much wrong in this world we live in
We may not be the culprit but it causes us to sin
I pray a lot every day and night,
praying for others to win the fight
Whatever their troubles are,
I pray from God they will never stray far
It seems to me that evil is winning
These thoughts in my head are constantly spinning
It wears me out to worry so,
sometimes to the point that I can barely go
I try to put all these questions to rest
The answers are nowhere so I know it's best
My whole life has felt like an unanswered question.
Days upon days strung together,
waiting for something to happen,
and then I found you and made a true connection.
Now no longer is my life that unanswered question.
Our life together is what gives my life true meaning.
I don't want to lose this.
I've been waiting for you my whole life.
Please marry me?
Please say "Yes" and be my wife.
You Came into My Life,
I'm Really Not Sure Why,
But I Have to Say I'm Thankful,
Because Now I Never Cry.
My Tears Fell for All the Things,
I Felt Were So Unfair...
Like Loneliness and Heartache...
There Was No One There.
I Even Prayed to God Above,
Please Take Me from this Place,
I Don't Want to Be Here,
With this Pain I Can't Erase.
But My Prayers Were Never Answered,
Now I Understand Exactly Why.
He Was Sending You to Me,
So I Would No Longer Cry.
So Yes, I'm Very Thankful,
For a God with Love and Care,
That Has Wisdom Beyond My Scope,
To Give Me an Unanswered Prayer.
Connie Moore
1/24/94