Best Unbuilt Poems
empty nest
i came upon this empty nest
and felt of soul a bit bereft
i wondered how it came to be
and wondered if now fulfilled
its purpose was to be unbuilt
shells all scattered about below
nesting about like skinned wind
of parenthood and progeny in tow
a beautiful family once had been
now a memory twigged on the wing
natural progression of posterity
zeitgeist from parent to offspring
still deep meaning it has for me
to accept both aspects i've seen
treasuring both nurture and the nurturing
© Goode Guy 2015-04-23
Categories:
unbuilt, children, introspection, parents,
Form:
Rhyme
Sifting through shadows of lost innocence
heaviness weighs chill eroding hope's gilt
skeletons wrought of protracted suspense
whisper pierce dissonant symphony's lilt
lifting vague reminders of dreams unbuilt
on shores of sanity. Love lesson learns
over broad spans tumultuous yearning burns
deep rumbling blunt warns solemnly heeded
quite sensibly calm maturity earns
tender strength soul protection when needed.
Categories:
unbuilt, life, romance, thank you,
Form:
Dizain
It was a blossom cradled by a blinding sheen,
Though bold on wings of night it fled
Much swifter than what Nature might have felt or seen;
My heart sank deep as if of lead.
It was and wasn’t, for it may have lived or died.
What counted then was that it would
Survive in me, where letters could have wept or sighed,
Eternal in their haunting mood.
Unbuilt by storms and then restored to heights by love,
It surged and trebled like a song
More tender than the sun and whiter than a dove
Whose graces timid hopes prolong.
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Categories:
unbuilt, love, nature, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale…
As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now
My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life
Of a good man, an honest man, and what would this world need with that?
We’re built on lies from the foundation up and there is no room for an honorable man
Led by the hand we’re all parts in the play, pieces to a puzzle still unbuilt
We take our pain like the victors to the grave, though our silence must be broken
Unspoken words may rhyme, but will it be enough that you can read between the lines
Grasp the meaning to the vagueness as it is spelled in black and white…
The never-ending trauma of past events that have done far more harm than good
No lesson learned, no explanation ever given, no apologies ever offered or accepted
And the pain again returns to haunt me, because I know things would not be the same
And what difference it all makes now is the battle I continue to fight each day
Few chances given, even fewer taken, so many risks I have never run
Where has loyalty ever gotten anyone, in this day and age where deeds die with the day?
Held back by the inhibitions that were inbred into my way of thinking…
Categories:
unbuilt, death, hope, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric
we all are blind ,until we see-that in the gods plan.
nothing is worth the making if it does'nt make the man
so why do we still build large cities, if the man unbuilt goes--
for it's in vain we continue to build-------
---- unless the builder also grows,,
so
i looked at my friend that always stood by my side,
and wondered why does'nt our enter spirits agree
should i give up this friend that i so valued with pride,
just because he does'nt serve the same God as me.
Categories:
unbuilt, fear, friend,
Form:
Concrete
Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your
possession is the golden ticket
Sadly, many fail to decode it's often unglammed seed
Just as one person may look at a pile of stone and
merely see stone, another may look at it and
envision a majestic cathedral
Or one who tosses a priceless heirloom in the attic to gather cobwebs
Or mindlessly pawn it for a quick buck
Unmined to the grave - where lie companies unstarted
Masterpieces unpainted
Architecture unbuilt....in the cemetry there is buried
the greatest treasure mine, fruitless
Categories:
unbuilt, destiny, introspection, wisdom,
Form:
Personification
I lay claim.
To the spaces between your
breaths that hang suspended like
dust in summer glare.
I lay claim.
To the corners ignored, in which
your shadow glides beyond my
feeble reach.
I lay claim.
To the fading spike of your laugh
that leads me through our closed,
unbuilt days.
I lay claim.
To the scraps of us that now stick
and flutter on winter roads that once
stretched for miles.
I lay claim.
To our solid silences that welded blood
to shape, and sewed adoration to final,
absolute pledge.
I lay claim.
To the story written, the history lived and
the dreams that will all be swallowed
whole.
I lay claim.
To these characters, these pages, these
canyons between our lines that carry our
wonderous, dying years.
Categories:
unbuilt, devotion, goodbye, heartbroken, love,
Form:
Free verse
Can I be your hero of tomorrow?
I know that I have not been
Your hero of before or today,
But give me a chance to stay
By your side next time,
I know I have unbuilt
Your empires before,
Myself slipping aside
As new problems come ashore,
While my talent seems to be
Removing people's pleasure,
Please let me be your hero
Of tomorrow, a day I might change.
Categories:
unbuilt, caregiving, dedication, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Three strikes on the snooze button
Then unwilling, still dark within,
I step out to stretch my stiff back
and you tell me - time to wake up.
This day I might return to bed;
Other days I will trudge to work.
But the self is the task today:
Verse, rest, reflection, dreaming on
These shards that dwell within my mind,
The unbuilt felt magnificence,
Looming over the central square
Announcing their will to be built.
Categories:
unbuilt, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Quatrain
You were proud who would not weep,
And I, too proud to smile.
Our words unspoken
The box of sweet perfume
Left unopened
Are things stolen from us that
Never shall return.
Beneath a bridge unbuilt
A once calm stream
A now wild restless sea
Where phantom ships
In ageless quest sail on
To find no home,
To reach no haven's rest.
Categories:
unbuilt, lost love, pride, voyage,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
Many nights there were no new dreams,
so I borrowed from the old
Resurrecting the scaffolding
of what lay unbuilt—untold
(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)
Categories:
unbuilt, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
How can you teach Poetry,
or breathe for someone else
Sharing what your soul has freed,
deep within yourself
Can you cross a bridge unbuilt,
its toll not yours to pay
Squeezing blood from wounds long healed,
—transfusion’s masquerade
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Categories:
unbuilt, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I stepped into a world unknown,
Where seeds of silence had been sown.
New faces turned but did not speak—
A quiet strength for hearts to seek.
She watched me with a steady gaze,
As if to read through subtle haze.
No words were said, yet much was told,
Through eyes that searched, serene and bold.
Her glance, a question held in time,
A thread unspooled, a hint of rhyme.
Did she see pieces of my past,
Or simply feel a shadow cast?
I stood unsure beneath her stare,
Half in the moment, half elsewhere.
Still wondering if she somehow knew
The weight of what I'd journeyed through.
The past had left a whispered trace,
Still echoing in time and space.
But I replied with calm and grace,
As though no ghost had touched this place.
Though riddled with uncertainty,
Gratitude took root in me.
The questions hung like autumn leaves,
But peace was gathered in the sheaves.
Now I walk with steps unchained,
Among the new, the unexplained.
A chapter waiting to be penned,
With hopes for healing in the end.
I pray for bridges yet unbuilt,
For hearts to open, wounds to wilt.
For memories that once felt sore,
To ache no longer, evermore.
Still, her eyes in silence stay,
Not far enough to drift away.
I carry on with gentle grace,
And let the past not leave a trace.
Above it all, I hear the sound
Of something deeper, all around.
Not answers loud, but whispers near—
A holy hush that calms the fear.
And so, in wonder still I stand,
A softened soul, an open hand.
Not flawless, no, but firm and free—
Becoming all I'm meant to be.
Categories:
unbuilt, emotions, feelings, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric