Best Unbinds Poems


Premium Member Unbecoming

long scarf of a night
 clasping the bracelet of a moon,
 what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
 the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
 unbinds me,
 when once i could tumble upon your
 nape so bronze
 as if there to fly
 swept by every lingering breath
 borrowing some endless moaning of time:
 a stewing chorus of sacred yet raw vignettes
 coming together then parting...
 farewell, a few more steps closer
and i shall disown my soul and bones under
 the cloud's dark awning
 to  silently memorize your fading eyes
 entombed in the burial of an unbecoming night.


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Contest Form-E of Broken Wings
Originally written: 1/23/2014
Reposted: 1/24/2017

Premium Member Jesus Did It All

Jesus walked up that hill to Calvary
Freeing a sin filled world from slavery
To evil that was caused by God’s enemy
A fallen angel who was filled with jealousy
Because he knew God was the mighty one
Who shaped all of creation before He was done

Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me

Jesus rose from the dead on the third day
And He’s living today despite what they say
He is with the Father, our creator, the fearsome One
Who sent His Son into the world not to be outdone
But to deliver us all from the plans of His enemy
To the nail scarred hands of Him who is our destiny

Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me

Jesus sent down the Holy Spirit to live inside
The true believer who allows Him to be their guide
He works through the faithful to reach others
Who need to take His gift and be our brothers
He lifts the broken, heals the hurting and reminds
That He has the answers to prayer that unbinds

Thank God I’m saved
I’m thankful for the road He paved
Thank God I’m free
I want to thank the One who died for me

Premium Member Journey

earth proud livery
doves begin to coalesce
heaven unbinds rain


8/5/2021
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Hi Storm

In mania, the body unbinds itself.
The skeleton’s dense marrow becomes hollow,
an avian adjustment. It is accelerated evolution.
Fluttering and floating in a slew of thoughts
like nervous wind chime chatter.

My brother blew in through the rattling gate
accompanied by October’s cruelest gale.
Eyes unwillingly wide, levered by a crowbar
his hazel doorways ripped from their hinges.

He ran fervently through the streets of West Chester
with lungs coated with cannabis and amphetamines
until there was blood beneath his toenails, dripping out
just like Jesus’ wine weeping out from his searing limbs.

As he entered into the home of our distant childhood,
his back burned from the warm wrath of penitent leather
the self-flagellation, the begging for the flames of Purgatory
To appease the eyes of a looming Lord
his fate-sealing gaze hidden in twilight’s comforting veil

He says he holds a guilt beyond human comprehension,
that he is an evil person. I tell him we are just flawed people.
After a decade of intentful detachment, my brother cracks open
his ribcage as it blooms like a flower from his sternum.
He says there is a sickness in his soul, and that I will
never truly know him.

My mother and father have had heads made of granite
since he has come home. There are heavy eyes shadowed with
bags made of storm clouds. They have prayed with their
clergy. They have contacted multiple attorneys.

My sibling is a storm that has wrought ruin, but
he can heal. His violent storm might sow a beautiful season
The warmth of his first real smile will bring upon renaissance,
and as the tears and snot seep into the soil of my shoulder
our cheeks may grow a vibrant emerald moss.

Premium Member A Toast To Enchantment

To butterflies, bats, and midnight creatures,
To the brilliant, the dark, and things unseen.
To roses, wine, and satin dresses,
To a lucid child-like dream.

To the musty scent of ancient places,
To thoughts distilled on a fragile page,
To open-ended expectations, and
Eccentricities of a secret sage.

To the promise that lies in what is unfinished,
To the charm in the rawness of the fray,
To quests that lead to curious changes,
And rest that unbinds peace and play.
© Carol Mays  Create an image from this poem.

A Moment Not of Mind

Encircled by shadows 
Drowning 
in ashes of a past 
Left gasping 

Grasping 
Hope 

Per chance to resurrect dreams 

A moment 

To envision 
The incision 
Which unbinds the heart 
From ego and mind 

Liberates desires 
Inspires 

Divine love 

Meant only for the soul


Premium Member Amaranthine Hope

Written: November 22, 2025,

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I cherish the solemn stillness of the night,
where veils of mist cloak the moon's pale face.
Its threadbare curtain, a tiara slight,
of sanctity and shadowed grace.

There, catharsis prowls in whispered tone,
a voice that has faded yet still unabated.
Though death has seized its throne,
hope's luster gleams, amaranthine, fated.

Wretchedly wilted, the petiole lies,
hubris humbled in dismal decay.
Yet dreams, those viceroys of disguise,
transform burdens into light’s array.

And only sleep, at fate’s silent behest,
Unbinds the soul’s relentless, stubborn chain.
From hecatombs of grief confessed in chest,
To wisteria’s bloom, soft peace regained.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Poetry or Medicine

Is this poetry or medicine...the border blurs
A whispered line can calm what fear obscures

A verse becomes a tincture for the mind
Restoring quiet places stress unbinds

Each metaphor a balm for hidden ache
Each rhythm steadying what strain might break

Ink turns to breath where heavy thoughts reside
A gentle pulse that lifts the weighted tide

So call it art or healing…both are true
The poem repairs what life has torn in you

Premium Member Detour Detour Detour

Dreary dream dies
Entice each eye
Trust truth to tie
Opt open orbs
Use unbinds urge
Reach rides research


Do discern dare
Eat egg éclair
Thrill tragic trounce
Observe odd ounce
Unfurl unveil
Ride roomy rail


Dote deep desire
Etch end empire
Troubles trim top
Old options opt
Urge unzips use
Ripe rapid ruse


Demand dotes dear
Echoes endear
Telling truth times
Open outlines
Undo unsound
Romp reasons round


Defy dense dare
End effort ere
Touch tensile toil
Oblige old oil
Urgent upswing
Rhymes roar right ring


Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore

Shackles

It binds firmly
Leaving no room to ramble
Of an unsweet taste it is
Yet in naivety we hasten to taste of it
Until the flesh of our tender hearts
Are scarred by its unrelenting grip
The memories forever tattooed on our souls
But then it becomes too late
Wriggling out becomes an utmost impossibility
A thought of breaking through is arrant nonsense
So we writhe in pain
Waiting for soothe to come
Endless the pain may seem
But only after a while, yea! a while
It unbinds itself	
And gradually it does
Leaving room for the bruised flesh to heal
The scars however are indelible
A reminiscent of the shackles of love.

In a Lonely Garden

In a lonely garden there' s a shrine
where upon a rough hewn stone is writ:
“GOD IS LOVE.”

The devoted supplicants make wail,
water the flowers, feed with crumbs
the sacramental dove.

A priest, decrepit, feeds the holy fire,
rakes the embers of the holy hearth.
Heaven is grey above.

Daily he laments in doleful orison,
unbinds the holy  scroll and reads:
“Thou shalt not kill.”

His sentence is short and simple,
 without exceptions and parentheses,
declaring God’s will.

though many about have forsaken
Love’s fane, have fallen prostrate
before a god of ill.

And this god has three faces,
one wreathed in pleasure’s smiles,
when the cup is full.,

a brazen face of terror
wrought in hatred’ fire,
And a skull.

Pure Tones Resonate

Tiny bar percussion instrument, I am in awed.
I rhythmically stroke my thumbs across your tines,
My soul floats upon your notes; my heart applauds.
Tensions and sorrow float away; your music unbinds.

It seems natural to hold you in my hands.
Your inharmonic overtones, to some, may seem odd.
Sweet dissonances lull me like no marching bands.
Simple reverberations discover my inner-self's facade.

I love to hear your pure tones resonate, floating.
Upon the breeze, contrasting sounds drift away.
Trickling timbre, like a bubbling brook…naturally calming.
Together, we become one with nature, joys stay.

Dreams drift to forever where fantasies thrive.
When you are in my hand, my soul soars.
I become ecstatically thrilled to be alive!
Awakened by the freedom your music implores.

INSTRUMENT:  Thumb Piano A.K.A. Kalimba

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
October 29, 2011

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Two Fires

In a lonely garden is a shrine
where upon a rough hewn stone is writ:
“GOD IS LOVE.”

The devoted supplicants make wail,
water the flowers, feed with crumbs
the sacramental dove.

A priest, decrepit, feeds the holy fire,
rakes the embers of the holy hearth.
Heaven is grey above.

Daily he laments in doleful orison,
unbinds the holy  scroll and reads:
“Thou shalt not kill.”

His sentence is short and simple,
 without exceptions and parentheses,
declaring God’s will.

though many about have forsaken
Love’s fane, have fallen prostrate
before a god of ill.

And this god has three faces,
one wreathed in pleasure’s smiles,
when the cup is full.,

a brazen face of terror
wrought in hatred’ fire,
And a skull.

Just Listen

There is one who is coming unto, yet he is already amongst the all. He is who is of concepts that consist of alien influence, parallel paragraghs and immortal scriptures. The acquaintance of such a being can only be acquired by listening to all that unbinds the stitchings of dual realities. To all who are able to listen, the granting of beautiful migranes are the privledge, so listen...just listen.
   The tip toeing feet of a spider causing the butterflies take off as a feather falls from the wings of a dove. Puase if thy must, allow a moments delay, can you hear? Are you listening? Just listen... As thoughts are filtered through cotton, causing tears on a pillow as a rain drop is caught by a puddle encouraging the words of a fish during the melting of snow.The contradiction of time remains suspended, within such time have you yet to obtain an acquaintance? No, not as of yet... Just listen.
    The song of the mute that travels as a breeze through an open window, precise like the route of an envelope with the intention of the dandelions wish, during the changing of seasons as the sweater of mortality un-ravels in the blink of an eye. As prayers are scattered to the wind causing a rose to blossom in the midst of morning dew, leaving a kiss of the mind upon a final move of a chess player whois entranced by mercury"s sun. Surely I ask that you listen just listen.
© Son Winter  Create an image from this poem.

Eating Out

My momma and my papa
we eat out once a month;
not too near and not too far
a nice and quiet lunch.

We went this time for chicken
they make it oh! so well;
it's all the same, no difference
i taste it, oh! so swell!

As i was having dinner
a lady thus appeared;
confirmed she was a sinner
abused me, that i feared!

It lasted for a long time
i prayed and prayed and prayed;
a way out i couldn't find
His mercy thus delayed.

It ended as it started
persecution ended;
the Lord thus He remembered
my plight the Christ upended.

She went quiet for a while
forgave her in my heart;
all the evil and its viles
rejected thus depart.

Thus a moment's repentance
lost and found and saved;
the Lord required penance
a prayer full of grace.

I told her to pray to God
in all your honesty;
say sorry to the Lord
find love to set you free.

Thus we know that God does care
the evil He unbinds;
to the righteous He is fair
when i eat and drink and dine!

This lesson, harsh be told
you are never just alone;
seek His prayers manifold
He is Faithful! let's atone!

Help is just a prayer away
deny that not my friend;
when thy friends to thee betray
Christ knows thee, He's a Man!

His miracles thus daily
just seek, and pray and hope;
for Christ is Lord, yes! really!
to His Glory we devote!

Amen!
© John Leong  Create an image from this poem.

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