Best Unattained Poems
To see and yet not see, the world around,
As time passes unattained, unadmired, silent.
A ghost in a realm that seemed to confound.
To which dereliction a truth compliant.
Yearning for yearning is a futile dream.
While gathered thoughts grow from worthless gardens.
Tilled by false promises of self-esteem.
Left with lies of invisible pardons.
To die in a place where life is barren,
And no one understands the crying voice.
From rags to bones a cold lifeless carrion
Died alone to perish, a beggar's choice.
To be an old story that was unheard.
Those around never heard a single word.
contest Oblivion
12/9/15
Categories:
unattained, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
Into the inky darkened elegance
of moon’s hushed serenade
Within the clove of stately elms
her presence soon promenades;
The Lady of Whitelace Castle
dressed in a grand and stately manner
shimmers about through frosty limbs
causing many to flee in terror
She brings with her an afterglow
that blushes the unearthly scene
she remains, to some, a welcomed guest
to others an astonishing dream
This lady in ghost white apparel
drifts about from tree to tree
searching in vain for love unattained
perchance could she find it in thee?
© Debra Squyres 2013/12/30
Categories:
unattained, fantasy, imagination, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
As the yellow sun climbs in the sky
Reaching heights unattained by I
Inspiring to attain
A better person before I die
Let the worse character traits fly
Let good in me remain
Rime Couee' sort of
Categories:
unattained, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
I dream
in the golden glow
of a sakura orchid
nestled between blooming browns~
as saffron streaks of sunsets
spill syllables of l o v e and trust,
scented with sugared crystals,
emitting musical verses
to calm the inner child~
healing in silence
dusted with pastels of p e a c e.
But when the fragrance of
summer wanes,
leaving a heavy horizon
glistening with grieving galaxies,
remember, I am an aching poem
kissed by the garnet green,
refusing to follow
melted moonbeams,
merged with moving monsoons,
and yesterday’s fickle footprints,
that remain,
soaked in rain and tears,
like pixelated promises to the
cracked cosmos,
lost within sand petals,
as nightingales croon
of strife and life,
of cold summers and fleeting colors.
So tonight,
I’ll carve my own b l i s s
from the haze of violet gratitude~
engrossed in trembling ink,
allowing another month
to fade into the ether,
as memories blossom
in blue-black,
staining champagne chalices
with smoke and salt
while somewhere
between fireworks filling up
twilight skies,
rippling with mystic topaz
kissing
the fluorescent stars
sparking across
midnight shorelines,
I found sequins of h o p e
amidst the unattained closure
to the rising of
an inescapable end.
This is the voice of a thistle
reluctant
to
compromise and comprehend
the sound of ticking thunder,
for I am the eucalyptus elixir
to an alchemist’s waterfall,
weaving odes to the eclipsed time
that sleeps in the cusp
of liquified lilacs
crawling through
serpentine circles…
as I have found a rhyme to
glamorize every forsaken line,
letting go of bleached pages
that have no
spirit of resilience,
and chapters with
frosted names
that have
no
space for s o l a c e . . .
Categories:
unattained, dream, life,
Form:
Free verse
A friend of a friend told me you were looking for me
I feel there's much to be said cuz u can't hear what you can see
Things are getting worse than what they shouldn't even be
The many faces of a single person
And the many people to a single face
My thoughts are paced
We need to talk but you're secluded in your own little space
Still I opt to chase
Hoping my eyes will dictate what my heart has embraced
Come to me
You're thoughts I desire to know
Your moods, they change like a picture slide show
Where we've been nobody else is bold enough to go
But in hate and disgust you chose to go toe to toe
Why deal a hand of pain
When all it does is entertain
Only in vain
Taking the focus off what you have decided to constrain
I'm referring to those emotions that remain quietly unattained
Can we just make things easy?
All you have to do is come to me
Let it go and let things of the past be
This can only work both ways, and your trust is the key
Another apology isn't necessary, but still, this is my plea.
Categories:
unattained, friendship, sorry, friend,
Form:
As the earth dances in a stately minuet about its celestial lover
Bringing forth in its progression a season of rebirth and colour
Conferring on the land and air an anticipation of sweet romance
Dawn lights the clear blue sky as the earth pirouettes in its dance
Everywhere the dance of the sun overthrows the mantle of white
Fingers of ice loose their hoary grip freeing imprisoned fairy and sprite
Gone is the stillness of river and stream, bonds broken are now so fleet
Having been released to join the world in its magical dance so sweet
In valleys a carpet of snowdrops dance under newly dressed trees
Joyfully rainbows of wild flowers lift their heads in slow graceful degrees
Kissed gently with the love of the sun those that slumbered through
Long days of ice and snow now arise to join the dance and life renew
Meandering brooks reflect the colours of gossamer wings dancing above
Nascent larvae spin and twirl through shimmering crystal to a song of love
Over mountains high the soaring eagle watches life’s dancer’s move to the dream
Purple, red and pink a rainbow of perfumed colour is everywhere to be seen
Quietly bees move in perfect harmony with the dance as it has always been
Rivers once barren now teaming with life striving against the flow
So return to their beginnings, the dance draws them on with its glow
The dance brings all together and the joy of new life is the songs refrain
Upon the highest peak the cloak of white continues its frigid reign
Victory for the Suns fiery dance unattained still one icy realm does remain
Winter’s promise is here written that its dance shall usurp the land again
Xerxes in all his splendour does not compare to this timeless battle so arcane
Yet still the dance goes on for its brief time as the riot of life covers our earth
Zealous are the gods of our world’s beauty when they sing the song of rebirth.
Written 27/02/2015
Categories:
unattained, beauty, spring,
Form:
Abecedarian
Upon the transit city streets
Where all the faces seldom meet
and hands are seldom held in greet
as ears and eyes avoid hungers reek
Who clamors for the hungry born?
While food is stuffed in fattened heads
delivered from thoughts of those unfed
while on the corner just up ahead
a man sits, weary, worn…
Corporations greedy towers
Counting coup and gaining power
Diamonds on their loved ones shower
Thousand dollar suits empower
Who offers hope for poor’s new born?
Unpaid a worthy wage to each
their monthly bills in hope to meet
Body hungry, so kids can eat
A man sits, weary, worn…
Fists clasping hold to wallets tight
Gathering things, their given right
Reaching always for richer heights
Employees grieve, though not in sight
Who suffers, man, poor wages born?
When unattained, money sought
Though fair wages are clearly bought
a paycheck, cashed, is stretched too taunt
A man sits, weary, worn…
Hiding funds in a foreign land
Tax evasions rape sovereign sand
Lobbying to hold the wealthy hand
Meager sums paid retirement plans
Greed begets the poor wages born
while feet get wet for need of shoes
Though they smile, hearts sing the blues
When second job hopes come unglued
A man sits, weary, torn…
On 08/31/14 I declared this 4 day undertaking completed. I’ve tweaked to the best of my ability. The rhyme scheme was not the challenge, it was the meter I found hard to follow through in each verse. Not anywhere near what I consider the best of my scribbles but here it is !!
Categories:
unattained, business, corruption, poverty, society,
Form:
Rhyme
I am...
a lamb of the Good Shepherd; seeking to love and follow him more faithfully
the husband of my college sweetheart; with her, I hold a winning lottery ticket
a family man; seeking to make my clan a place to thrive, a safe haven for all
a hard worker; seeking to pour heart, soul, strength and mind into each task
an empathetic friend; seeking to acknowledge pain and help you find your way
a waistwatcher; seeking that enigmatic perfect ratio of flavor to calorie count
an aficionado of nature's beauty; seeking moon rises, waterfalls, and sunsets
a trail maven; seeking to conquer unattained summits and enjoy unseen vistas
a pedal pusher; seeking to luxuriate in the great outdoors by cycling through it
a careful arranger of words; seeking to write poetry qualifying as transcendent
a student of the arts; seeking to divine their secrets and know myself better
a creator of music; seeking to be a blessing, mindful of those far more talented
a lover of humor; seeking to laugh at myself, and 'dish' with a wink and smile
a player of games; seeking camaraderie over a win, fellowship over high score
a solver of puzzles; seeking to use math and science to comprehend my world
a connoisseur of the fine wine of baseball; seeking that elusive championship
a perceiver; seeking to heal with a compassionate ear and encouraging word
.....
I am blessed and grateful to be alive and loved by such wonderful people
I am a zoo of many animals; come by some time and find one you like!
Categories:
unattained, i am,
Form:
List
Space:
Unseen,
Unattained,
Unlimited.
The place of wonders,
Of planets, stars, and clouds;
A world of cold and darkness,
Yet in itself it is nothing.
It absorbs everyting sent through it.
We can't understand, so we call it space.
Categories:
unattained, beauty, nature, space,
Form:
Etheree
Suddenly the words came at last
'Would you lend me your garden this season?'
Your face lit up with surprise
'I want no seeds on them but your plant will I water'
Oh what a terrible answer
At such perfect hour?
Curiosity may kill a cat
But the truth its heart had seeked
I bet it did find
A castle filled with dreams unattained
You grab the water kettle
And head straight for my garden
Water in hand,
Plant in another,
Minds racing
With selective myopia
I try to stop you from stepping on it
And yet I stopped
For all I want is to have you water the plant in my garden
Categories:
unattained, absence, addiction, adventure, angel,
Form:
Narrative
( A sequel to my poem “The Lady of Whitelace Castle” )
Are ye, my lady, an apparition
or perchance a fair servant frail?
The ruddiness of pinks
touching neither your cheeks
as you wander about so pale
My lips turn blue from winter’s cold
under this arch of elm sentinels
growing quickly despondent
not knowing the truth
of your present presence tale
Speak, please now, that I may dispel
ghost sagas of Whitelace myths…
Be ye her Mistress
in this ghostly vision
or the fair servant once lost in the mist?
Some hold the truth in the latter
but for me the true facts do matter
as I am the one
that bid Mistress farewell
when her hand was promised another
It’s been bantered about for years
that you seek true love unattained
I’m wondering now
if our forbidden vows
is that love that you search for in vain
I beg that ye now speak your story
tossing my sanity here out as witness
for in health’s decline
my heart also seeks
the lost love of the Castle’s Mistress
I stand here now in this snow drift
shivering skin on now brittle bones
I could surely die
A satisfied man
If my joining your spirit would atone
© 2014 Debra Squyres 01/30
Categories:
unattained, fantasy, first love, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
A graveyard stands upon the hill;
its tombstones smoothed beneath the tide
of nature's forces beating hard;
I pass and hear the buried cry.
"Reverse the trend, relentless grown,
that would erase our names for aye;
for who grants thought to silent stones
and corpses claimed in nameless graves?
We yet would speak, if you inquire,
if you draw near with ear and heart .
We speak of dreams left unfulfilled;
we sing our song which but in part
was heard before our souls were claimed.
Oh, who will hear what we would tell
with our last link with life consumed,
when dust with dust is mingled well?
We have a vision unattained
by you who still are flesh and bone;
if you our secrets wish to shard,
dare carve us deeper in the stone."
©Faye Lanham Gibson, 1987
This poem was inspired by a very old cemetery behind my home.
The tombstones were worn so badly that the names could hardly
be discerned.
Categories:
unattained, death, grave, grief, longing,
Form:
Elegy
Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered
(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life
transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray nightwalks)
woven by basket of deplorable
emotionally painful selfish object lesson
forever etched upon mine psyche
(left by one bobbing sponge -
cheeses crust station of his life
within sea of human life now
affixes moniker re: mister crabs)
inflicted courtesy yours truly
said marital indiscretion (philandering)
one among many issues discussed,
during treatment plan earlier today
February eighteenth 2020
concerning complex edifice
regarding mein kampf
existential bleak house
(figuratively crowded cheek to jowl)
with and hard times
fraught with many
unattained great expectations
unwittingly accepts psychological fallout
(among kissing kith and kin,
a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure),
despite years elapsed ex post facto
deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying...
narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic
self incriminating doom
visualize deus ex machina
betrayal rendered adopted smugness
invariably set in motion domino effect,
whereby emotional alienation
devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration
(yoking impossible mission
to shuck off penitence, the price to pay),
thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably...
ably, readily, and willingly
allowing, enabling, and providing
incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution)
thwarting rancor thy deux daughters
(livingsocial many time zones distant)
embark quest to guide their own
metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state
countless transpired hours
at counseling facility, where poetic papa
aired and mulled over bothersome
anguish to complete requisite treatment plan
to receive psychiatric appointment
next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.
Categories:
unattained, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
November 13th 2017
Happy 83rd birthday to thy cremated mom
Harriet Harris fought tooth and nail
Mother succumbed
to terminal illness without fail
Ovarian/ Uterine Cancer to no avail
hosted by death feasted fancy
at Oyster Bay metastasized inducing this male
the sol son to grapple as psyche didst ail.
*************************************
Major organs compromized grim reaper and
carried corpse into dead zone as a keeper brand
donned as one Canarsie flashy dame grand
ball room dancer didst skittered in right hand
side o' me noggin, the idea flit ta left land
of gray matter thru me mined task didst ex panned
foregoing bidding on e-bay, ruminate how trite
online shenanagins, never asking nor knowing spite
most likely raged within yar being,
which lack of filial duty haint right
to be near where psyche flails quite
understandably, but no matter matthew scott
never did ask, how emotions most clear aflame
with anger writhing asper your terminal plight
vis a vis injustice to snatch desire with shroud of night
arising each morning to brilliant light
ye, thy lover of life becoming ashen gray
with recurring incomplete bucket list that may
already, a dozen plus years ago - neigh
aye methinks, so much deprived of grandchildren ply
their oars thru the time stream, how whiz sigh
to partake whence thee drew final breath thy
avoid seeing thee stiffen with rigor mortis, why...
did unlucky dice throw of fate
rob and steal unattained goals ye strove with grate
fully before out bidden by dead souls, who hate
mortals to complete, thus truncate a lifelong mate
to papa, whom recouped severe loss, though his pate
undoubtedly flits with remembrance
of thee one he did highly rate
despite occasions, where spats hood did vitiate
this son feels he did not booster morale at all
Categories:
unattained, dark, grave, happy birthday,
Form:
Ballad
I have mastered the art of leaving.
The art of symmetric mirror-imaged parting hands
The sad shaped angel eyes
The running mascara
The sleepy goodbyes
The transient embraces causing permanent damage
The shaky voices
The interrupted heart beats
The running away
The crawling back
The silent sighs
The unanswered whys
The hanging of unattained broken dreams on little key chains
The biting of lips
And caging of unspoken desires
I have mastered the art of leaving.
I was never right –
So I left, I left and I left –
Until leaving had become my forte
My field of expertise.
Categories:
unattained, lifeart, art,
Form:
Free verse