Best Unbidden Poems
"the anguish of grief leaves me with an appetency and yearning for peace . . . "
the allure of love was enchanting
the promise between us a delicate flower
love was like a guest unbidden
well-timed and auspicious
for my heart was a ravaged garden
and you knew how to soothe and calm me
how to assuage my fears
and the scars on my soul faded
we lay cuddled 'till the crack of dawn
sometimes you would look at me awry
with a crooked smile
and your laughter was music for my soul
now . . . I hang my head like a wilted rose
and the memory of time is my heavy cloak
for I am broken since that dreadful day
the pain atrocious and brutal
you left me for heaven and I scream why . . .
the wind blows in trees like the wail of violins
and I stand in the summer, the fall, the winter
and spring staring at your engraved name in stone
and the clouds float in the sky
and the birds sing me a sad and dreamy song
for years and years I have been chained to your tomb
but today, I absolve me
I set me free . . .
and I forgive you, my love for leaving
'cause I understand that it was not yours for the choosing
but had been written . . . in the book of time
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October 13, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbidden Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1188-348-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Crazy A's
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
o, unbidden rain, I welcome you to my garden
the flowers are thirsty . . . . .
we have been w a i t i n g for you
the cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads
F
A
L
L rain with glistening drops, gentle
and with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf
the vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling
o, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping
can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . .
thanks, do come again rain
rain, come our way again . . .
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Unbidden
Copyright Protected, ID 16-845-178-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to, Contest 232
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
O, unbidden rain I welcome you to my garden,
the flowers are thirsty . . . .
We have been w a i t i n g for you
The cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging their heads
F
A
L
L rain with glistening drops gentle
And with deep love kiss each sweet petal and tender leaf
The vines are reaching out their tendrils t w i n i n g and curling
O, the pleasant petrichor scent, the delightful drip, dripping
Can you hear the flowers s i n g i n g even a green frog yells out . . .
Soothing and calming is this summer downpour,
Under the tin roof of my gazebo, I listen to the score;
Murmuring and whispering in my sadly dropping garden,
Musical, the lovely melody of utter abandon;
Ebbing and fading and then rebounding again,
Reprising over and over, a soulful song beautiful.
Rhapsodic and exuberant the pulsing sortie,
Absolute and utter is my repose, completely;
Impressive and dramatic the swaying foliage,
Nourished and totally free is my spiritual muse.
And it rained all night, becoming quite the storm. Sleep music on the roof
of my home. I lay in bed warm and cozy, listening until my eyes drooped
and closed. I awoke in the morning and the rain had passed but the streets
were flooded and the rain was gushing from the storm runoffs. I went
out to my garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy and to
me it was a dripping rainforest.
a garden d r i p p i n g
leaves heavy with the wetness-
after the rainstorm
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June 5, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Acrostic/Haibun/O, Unbidden Rain
Copyright Protected, ID 16-797-74-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Rain
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Late-September tingles on wispy nights,
blowing a mild drizzle from crisp, eastern winds
and lays on the hammock of gilded foliage,
to decorate a new season's mantle:
Its fire and earth mesh with time's luster,
weaving a texture which displays
a soul’s contentment from nature's hymn,
that deigns to fully acknowledge
such Virgo charm boundless, unbidden
in a cycle lacquered with marmalade sunsets ;
kindling fine autumn's enchantment.
Until moonlight glints a lustrous face
on lanes where birdsong and lovers croon,
through a rush of its tempo’s eloquence
gifting the days, oh infinitesimal peace--
then bathes whispered prayers, as russet glow
tenderly slips into heaves of its final moment.
Form U—U Pick the Form Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings 9/21/2017
The wind taunts me with unbidden memories,
It curses me,
Gives me no lasting solace.
It reminds me of that lovely day
When we wandered o'er the hills,
Wild fragrant thyme perfumed
The graceful countryside.
The wind had breezed through
Your silken hair.
Your luscious eyes sparkled with love.
I blame indifference for this lustful world.
Now you are gone forever, my dear,
While I lament your loss,
I try to forget my dirty past
And hope for God's forgiveness
Though I deserve none.
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l ayered ~
a rrive unbidden ~
s napshots of joy
h earten same ~
b ully reviews
a dmonish ...
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k notting
s erenity
By Robert (Bob) Moore
I wonder where these poems have been
hiding in my head unseen
‘til Billy Briggs started me on rhyme
and now it’s there, all of the time
I think of rhymes day after day
sometimes I wish they’d go away
guess I’m stuck ‘til there all done
must admit, it has been fun
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room; mere words he never spoke!
He came creeping softly in the moonlight.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
with caresses so sweet I felt it might
have only been a dream once I awoke.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room. Mere words he never spoke.
Sept. 21, 2017 for Broken Wing's Form U - U Pick the Form Contest
Form is Triolet with ten syllables per line. Word is Unbidden.
Oh, it is like any other night
Quite quietly still
Neither a stir nor a quiver
Neither a hush nor a shush
No stars, not even the moon
peeking through the dark quilt
of a shadowless night.
Yet my heart is pounding heartlessly
Yet my mind is meandering mindlessly.
It is about time to curl up and repose
let my soul slumber and debunk my ego,
But wonder why my spirit is so restive?
My emotions unruly,
Why this night is sabotaging my sleep?
Loneliness, like a black Mamba,
slithers over the white marble floor
of my bedroom and coils itself up
around my wayward thoughts,
It tightens its grip to exorcize the
dark demons dwelling within my soul…
Doorbell chimes,
Someone’s at the door!
Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained
In the midst of a family loss
Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned
To fight the brute boss
Dressed up as justice cause
Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice
Pursued to discredit the family rose
Oppressed in the sluice
Where survival sap flows
In a bid to catalyze vitality
Where Providence fluid blows
The breath of consolidation and maturity
Grown in decades
In a lubricated life
Ought to celebrate serenades
That from each member recognizes contributions made by the wife
As mother, family front fulcrum, the linchpin
Whose love the family unites
In her role as family queen
Whose care ignites, delights and invites
Family unity, amity, affability and agility
Family loft and love
Family stability, serenity and sagacity
In a family born, built and blessed from above
To bless dad, mom and children
With ever growing faith
Ever strengthening bonds with brethren
In a dearth
Of gangrene gifts and ribald rifts
The family veers away from
In twists and mists
The family considers unbidden and unwelcome.
Infestors in our lives abound
In our pleasure, our leisure, our treasure
Found on the ground our feet pound
In the illusion seizure and amnesia
We grow when blows
Whip us at the core of our faith
When sorrow throws
With fast breath
On our neck they breathe
Our bliss to steal
In their seethe
Of anger they deal
With a smile on the face
They show and draw
In depth and on the surface
In each claw bereft of law
In your flesh they sink
With rolling eyes
To blink, wink and clink
In the pyres, in the fires
They light without a fight
Giggling, wriggling
As their grip grows tight with every bite
Infestors sting in their bling, on their wing as to your sorrow they cling.
Weird memories flit into my mind unbidden
Some lost a long time ago, truly well-hidden.
No rhyme or reason, no obvious time.
Some things funny, other things almost a crime.
Because my mind is crazed with these memories hard
Is probably why I decided to break down and be a bard.
A robin dive bombs me.
Reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock’s movie The Birds
Weird where thoughts unbidden go
Creating their own highways
Three wrens swoop by, flying together.
Flora, Fauna and Meriwether, Sleeping Beauty’s faeries
Birds whistle and peep more loudly now
Are they seeing her dance with the prince too?