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...

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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...

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"The Whirled In Between"

What dreams 
in the time of 
not thinking

we spent aeons
in conversations
with the unbelieved 

deliberating 
choices towards 
our liberation 

traversed 
contracts written 
by the unseen

such wordy 
reams offered, the 
scrolling walls speaking

wailing towards
the rising east
by some wordy

deity Poet, 
The Wordsmith
well written, well read

resounding,...

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True light

When your bright smiles fade, 
My blue birds never gladly abide;
While winter time is over 
I enjoy the fine weather
When your nights fall dark, 
My good days loose their spark.
When your eyes have no sight.
How can you be my my twilight?
When your ears cannot...

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"Secrets"



I know something 
good about you
you were a child once, too -

without malice

gentle as the petals of a rose
sweet and pure
no need to be berated

proven guilty -
Innocent

From your eyes
and smile 
Light emanated 

joy spilled 
from the soul
of you

untouched
you were
the highest vibration 

without doubt -
Beyond Reasonable...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems (I)

These are poems about World War II and the Holocaust, which is also called the Shoah in Hebrew. 



Epitaph for a Child of the Holocaust
by Michael R. Burch

I lived as best I could, and then I died. 
Be...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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