Best Unbelieved Poems
"Colours in a Cloud Speak"
The colours
of a world
speak
no one
has time
to listen
The spectrums
speak like
music, lucid
like clouds
that pulse ultraviolet
in front of you
through wide open
windows, unavoidable,
some strange dream
your eyes see,
but do not
speak
the unbelieved
reels in the
unbelievable
we live
in these odd times
we observe meanings subliminal
that no one else
other than we
in our own moment
believe,
could see
on the peripheral
of even
like odd
evening clouds
in the small hours
that pulse curious
purple, then ultraviolet,
points of calculus
invading our
small space, try reasoning
watching us
as we move in
some strange elusive dream
a beacon
calling us
home,
some strange home
calls us crazy, we are
cats cradles cartwheeling
unreachable
we think, it exists
somewhere else,
other than this,
in the
in between
unseen
we exist
we dream
we try to live
what we see,
is not real,
it’s spun
like fairy floss
in the machinations
of the others' schemes
sugar tastes sweet
addictive, we are lost
in the after taste
wanting more
of what we
know is their drug
what we are taught
from birth to see,
is not the real of reality
our minds are locked
from time of rebirth,
re-entry
into
well-rehearsed territory
birth pains burning
the inevitability,
truth hits us
the gravity glitching
karma circles
Ferris wheels
that stop occasionally
to let us
get on
get off
it could be
realer
than real
the mysterious colour
hidden in clouds
we touch
in our dreams
we are like
comets falling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
cat's cradle
noun
a child's game in which a loop of string is put around and between the fingers and complex patterns are formed.
Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle
An act of kindness unbelieved
Love freely offered not received
A thoughtful deed offered to ease
Pain of words from those who tease
A kindly gesture from a friend
Advice and help from those who?ll lend
A means and chance to help me mend
And lift me up least I descend
When all was said I?d hoped you?d sway
And not dismiss these words away
At last we finally both agree
That I love you
And you don?t love me
When it starts to rain
I fear my face paint to fade away
My identity to reveal
but may be not
Not just today
When times come around
that are bad, evil times
They come so quickly
And just keep on staying
long for our life time
This world has turned on your head
Your heavy head has a reason to fall now
A reason for a prolonged grief
Sight dim, faith unbelieved
What i want?who i am?
no one knows,no one needs to
want to keep me in their shades
wanna make make me what they want me to
but it ain't gonna happen
not me, not here, not today
Ironical pain
By paths filled with crimson tears;
May it be finished?
Alive with all hope heartfelt,
Within now confused visions...
Lost, broken belief;
Remorseful mists messaging;
Aching unbelieved,
Scarred warrior wanders through ways;
On stained decisions to waste?
Battles could soon end;
Finish my calm aggressions,
My restrained instincts.
A bitter blur messages
My instincts beneath lost thoughts...
In my broken heart,
Ironic wishes revealed
Muted wars inside;
Hidden voices within me;
Suppressed shouts, silent screams found...
In dead, silent pain,
My serene light and darkness
Quietly call me;
Beasts, demons, dreams, angels, sins;
Fighting for heart, mind and soul...
The Rebirth
David Alan Garrick
1993
A child is born today
With feelings not expressed
It will shine with every sun
And with laughter it is blessed
The frame of God’s creation
With land and air and sea
It’s purity to cherish
It’s destruction a tragedy
Through the tests of man’s abundance
And the scheme of better things
Confusion soon takes over
All humanity begins to bleed
An illusion of serenity
For all the world to see
The truth that lies beneath
Will be witnessed beyond the eaves
A glow from deep within
An anger unbelieved
This final generation
Will never pass this grief
A child is born today
With feelings not expressed
It will shine with every sun
And with peace it will be blessed
Do Dance To Distant Drum
They do seem to dance to a distant drum;
What you hear and see is Republican scum;
Always unbelieved,
Yet still received,
From dishonest President who is being dumb.
Jim Horn
I know I'm outnumbered
I know I'm not wrong
it's lightning before thunder
lies go speeding on
the truth will take longer
when lies live strong
I felt a pain I couldn't explain
I could to begin with
but each time added strain
each day I would live
isolated but game
but the energy sieved
as I mentally drained
I reached out for hands
was slapped in the face
my spirit was rammed
my brain lost pace
I went to the people
I thought would help me
they showed me evil
disrespect unhealthy
still everyday my life became worse
let down by those closest
choosing to mock as I hurt
so nobody noticed
as I warred to keep work
8 hours each day
more soul wore away
then I'd see mates
who tore more away
I'd go home in the evening
to parents non believing
who always found reason
to give one mental beating
all day each day the opposite of love
unbelieved and unnoticed to shoulder shrugs
to all who don't believe me
I hope you live this
when your life is broken
and your story dismissed!
I HOPE YOU LIVE THIS
and I hope they deem you mad as well
when you're strangled choked and crossing through Hell
I hope you are treated like you story tale
I hope you're the victim who never leaves Hell!
I came back from this, go on walk my trail,
let's see how you fair when living my tale
Age 5 .
Threw sticks at the sunlit patched sphere of a darkening blue.
Can I break the hanging ballon?
Instant raw atmosphere
Scattering moment.
On the black skyline.
Whitness beam , Now unevenly line spilled
Numerous sparkle , Sharp Triangles doomed silently
Mass disappeared for a second of eternity
Entire ground. Unfeltable
Unbelieved brittle fall ..
The day that the moon broke.
Trully unforgettable.
it spits out the thinnest of dead creation
paining the one with its deadly stinging kiss
cry out, no not me
for i am but a colored crazy slave
with the letter of P. for poor
and the letter of B. for the unbelieved
but i must bear it
just like so many who have before me
they don't tell
because who would believe
I found you in a dream
I found you in a dream . . .
subtly surmised
of this bed sheet warmth,
darkened skies felt,
Lost in silent hours
of a dream
A beauty unbelieved
in flowing night lace
Drinking from the fountain
of every joy I have longed
Aglow where shadows
once traced
Song birds lift
of growing branch,
new leaves in velvet green
shading marigold sighs
falling from morning glory skies,
resting upon my heart
A touch greets
dampened milk paint skin,
salted of time,
weathered in season’s charge
Coated satin emerging,
reclaiming its glisten of youth,
breathing
Whirlwinds gather,
swirls of tapestry, patterns,
floating me on
cut crystal wings a’ shimmer
Soaring into your arms,
a feeling of kite string wisps
as love takes me
to you and
. . . I write you in poetry
Good night Soupers
A poem is not an effort by a tight-lipped genius
Gripped by the setting failure's fears,
Or the penning of those furious about defeat,
Who are not under the grip of it;
It's the flower of a gracious soul unseen,
An idyllic utopia that has never been;
The splendor of a life unperceived,
And the thought of faiths unbelieved!
Burning, burning, the breath of the beast
Beating, beating, the heart of the beloved
The beast beset a black-hearted betrayal
Bestowed by the beast upon the beloved
The bellowing, unbelieved by the beloved
Boundaries bitten, bonds broken
Becoming a beast, to the beloved
the voices of victim...unbelieved tales of wise ones claiming sovereign,
the vision of the stone,the mile long tale of existences and how they came to be fabled...
music catching the eye which holds the flame and the ear which is dear to the heart.
We are the sheep comfortable in the abattoir.
The pages in blue text that spoke of past to future children of destruction.
The soft voices of dour faced martyrs...The forgotten
Uninspired
Undesired
Unadmired
Unstable, unable, unemployed
Unbelieved, unbelieving
Unachieved, unachieving
All this - Undisputed
But was he Unhappy?
Now that he's no longer
Unknown?
Life alone unloved is a life unlived.
Do we dare let the truth go unbelieved,
The truth that Love is the only real guide,
Leaves the choice; to keep running or to hide.
To run and shadow your own existence
Is to turn guard dogs on your sentience.
To pretend that this happiness will last,
We only need the wind behind the mast.
To deny the storm in its wild dance.
Or hide in the dark cave of avoidance.
To find respite from the burning daylight.
That will not be allowed, that is not right.
The right path will force you to be brave.
You will be dragged out of that lonely cave.
To be trampled by wild horses of grief.
The jealous men act on their own belief,
But come to mar your sensitivity.
And hang you for your inactivity.
You cannot shelter from this daily chore.
To embrace the pain is the only law.
Accept the world with a fragile embrace.
Its how the sullen moon sees this dark place.
From a distance through eternal darkness.
Swirling around unwilling to caress.
Those who entertain Love, choose a quarrel,
Two great hammers pounding on raw metal,
That forge and shape an invisible chain.
That will hold you in this dungeon of pain.
But those who deny love disallow bliss.
Left the doubt of an unrequited kiss.