Best Unburned Poems
Young as just a week,
He was wrapped in a flannel.
His tender feet were shoeless -
Today was his appointed time;
His feet must dialogue with gods.
The frontage was kind
To the pews and table.
The priest stood before the gods,
His grey hairs vouched for his age.
He opened the dishes one by each
And accredited their celestial contents.
Then he lifted the dish of water
And splashed the water on the ground -
The gods must drink before the man-
He filled the baby's mouth with drops:
Today you have quenched the gods' thirst,
May the gods reward you with comfort.
Drink the water of life and live.
....and the people said,'' aseee''*
He stepped the baby's feet on the ground
Where exactly he poured the water:
You have poured cold water on your path,
Step on every soil unburned,
walk in the coolness of gods.
... aseee
Then the next and the next :
A bit of fish, a bit of rat;
These are what we eat to grow,
Today I fill your mouth with them,
Eat and grow in life.
...aseee.
... And the next three:
Salt, honey and sugar -
The sweeteners of life border no bitterness;
The gods feed you with sweeteners today,
Dwell in the sweetness of life.
....aseee.
And alligator pepper;
He dropped some seeds on the ground
And put a seed in the baby's mouth:
The day alligator pepper built its house,
It filled it with seeds;go with its potency
And fill your house with fruit of womb.
....aseee.
Then the red-oil -
He poured some on the ground
And fed the baby with drops:
Oil is the antidote to the hotness of pepper,
I cover you today with its potency;
Go and triumph upon every challenge.
...aseee.
Go and triumph upon every challenge,
Fill your house with fruit of womb,
Dwell in the sweetness of life,
Eat and grow in life,
Walk in the coolness of gods,
Drink the water of life and live.
Aseee.
aseee* means 'so be it''
Categories:
unburned, africa, baby, faith, life,
Form:
Free verse
You don't love me, you don't have compassion,
Maybe I am handsome not enough,
You don't look in face with wild passion
putting arms on shoulders without love.
I'm not rude or gentle with you, dear,
You're so young and you've got sensual grin,
Tell, how many kissers you had here?
How many hands and lips have known your sin?
Yes, I know their shades passed-by your being
And they didn't touch your wanted blaze,
You set down on their knees, I'm meaning,
Now you're on my knees, we're face to face.
Let your eyes are almost closed, and maybe
Now you think about somebody else,
Ah, I love you not so much, oh, baby,
Drowning in my former and sweet tales.
Do not call the Fate our tiresome fever,
Our passion frivolous and fast,
I have met you accidentally, dreamer,
I will smile in parting, all is dust.
Yes, you'll go your own way, and wasting
fire through the mournful days of fall,
Do not touch the innocent, you're tasty,
Do not call unburned, oh, do not call.
And when on the lane with someone other
you will go with talking about love,
Maybe I will walk myself and rather
I will meet you and it won't be rough.
You will turn your shoulders to him quietly,
Oh, and with a little bending down,
You will say good evening very lightly,
I will say good night, miss, with a bow.
Rest of soul won't be disturbed whenever,
Nothing takes us with the violent pain,
Who had love just cannot love forever,
Who had burnt just cannot burn again.
1925
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Sergey Yesenin
Categories:
unburned, emotions, feelings, longing, lost
Form:
Lyric
Warm Embrace, I remember clear of such,
My body helpless at your touch,
You voiced three words into thine ear,
And courage shyed in veil of fear.
You rest a hand beneath my jaw,
As staring through your eyes, I saw,
A flame, strong lit, though burning near,
A stream, from sourced, a single tear.
Though fought, did I, and braved from light,
To shield raw truth in shadowed night.
My foolish heart did render cares,
With great valour, I'd forced to bare.
And when my mind, to real returned,
I'd ventured from the blaze unburned.
Though as our lips came forth and met,
My soul was tortured with regret.
Unfortunate, impared was one, my sight, a theif had taken,
And locked, within his fiendish thoughts, from trance, I'd not awaken.
Four years had flown, sweet memory formed,
Which time could tell, I was to mourn.
And morrow was, the dawn you aged,
The day this traitor's traits were shamed.
While thoughts of gift rare in one's head,
Then so of how we should been wed.
I went and bought a thing of gold,
To remind you, we weren't ever old.
Our lives together, a bud of rose,
Though path of guilt, of which you chose.
For as I made my way for home,
I conjured kingdoms, as one, we'd roam.
King or Queen, we neither were,
As warm embrace, you shared with her.
Categories:
unburned, love,
Form:
Couplet
Steel coffins race across the sand,
Rommel's making his last stand.
The 88's are cracking steel
With loud-sharp-noise like bursting bells.
As columns march across the steppe
Are swallowed up in Asia's depths.
"Bomber" harries is on the phone:
"Bomb Berlin til it's all gone!"
Don't leave an unburned child still standing
In the streets of quaint ol' Dresden.
Roosevelt jumps along in stride:
"The atom bomb is on our side!"
Without a whimper he sings his tune,
"We'll drop it on the Japs real soon
Like a fiery, stormy sun-typhoon.
The bankers count their coin stacked high
And with a crooked smile they sign.
Categories:
unburned, allegory, death, history,
Form:
One baby’s sleeping
By mother’s lullaby
His nose she’s clearing
Then she’ll wash the baby in a bay.
The baby has to wake up
And a helicopter’s flying by
The mother’s belly starts to move,
But she doesn’t know why,
And milk is pouring from the top,
And another love she has to prove.
The second unburned child,
Is the proof that love exists
And the baby’s very clean and wild,
Like a musician, he has fists.
Though the father us has left,
I don’t give a thing about the rest,
And the baby will always be mine
For I’m the mother and I’m fine!
Categories:
unburned, love, motherbaby, baby, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A Christmas Tale
When a child we had small live candles on the Christmas tree;
the fire service had a busy night. Mum had a bucket of water
by the tree and kept an eye on it as we children forgot.
The tree caught fire; my uncle was there, but before mum
could douse it he opened up a window, threw out the tree.
Not a smart move the curtains caught fire too and he had to
throw the curtains out as well; mum was furious with him.
Uncle a genial man worked on the docks and tended to react
before thinking. Blinds burning in the snow, uncle brought
back the tree plus the unburned decorations. But gifts under
were saved. Uncle had to buy new drapes when the shops
opened. Next year electric candles came on the market, and
our fire service was less busy, but my uncle had died; a bag
of rice fell into the icy harbour water, he dived after it forgot
he couldn’t swim.
Categories:
unburned, satire, seasons, christmas, tree,
Form:
Blank verse
I've set our bridge on fire but I couldn't burn it down
some bridges can't be burned because they are made by love and love can't be burned away
because it is the strongest against enemies,fires,anything at all
when two people have that love,nothing can stop them
The bridge stays up unharmed,unburned
The Bridge stands across from the two lovers heart to heart,soul to soul
waiting to cross once more....
Categories:
unburned, inspirational, love, upliftinglove,
Form:
Ballad
It was a day that started out just like any other one
We never dreamed America could come under attack
It seemed an enemy had slipped through a crack
Who knew they would come from behind our back
They sucker punched us, this was a fact
A day Americans thought could never come
No one thought for a second America could ever come undone
For we all thought America was the mightiest one
We never stopped to think it could actually be done
Two of our own planes came crashing down
It certainly was a horrrendous sound
People running for their lives all around
No where to run, No where to hide
Into the twin towers they did collide
Taking with them some of America's pride
Thousands of people still trapped inside
Not even having a safe place to hide
Hundreds of firefighters and volunteers rushed inside
To them it wasn't a matter of pride
Only did they think of the people still inside
America now was in a shear panic
This was much worse than the sinking of the Titanic
We watched the towers as they fell
We knew that all inside were going through a living hell
For as of yet no one could tell,
Wether or not any would make it out alive and well
Leaveing all of America to wonder why
So many people that day had to die
The day those planes came down form out of the sky
Our only unanswered questions, Who and Why?
Not a single rock in the rubble was left unturned
Not a single thing left unburned
For all our lost loved ones America still yearned
For this was a lesson that must be learned
Our hearts go out to each and everyone
We all knew now what must be done
We knew the job wasn't going to be an easy one
Osama Bin Laden must now pay for what he has done!
We must fight the enemy one by one
We must join together now,,,,,,,Everyone
We all knew our government had glitches,
but we never thought it would leave America with so many stitches
As for time, we know we can't turn back
We know now is the time for our government to act
For we know now to always watch our back
We must be ready, if there is ever another attack
For all the lost souls on 9/11
We pray each one of you made your way to heaven
As for all Americans we must stand together
Face our enemy even in the stormiest weather
We must stand together as one
Fight the enemy until it is completely done
Then and only then, will America have truly won
Categories:
unburned, history, day, lost, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Standing on a beam,
shrine :
holding a black dawn,
my phoenix roving on dark river.
The bell still clangs ;
I hear the footsteps.
A weird thought
spreads out on peripherals,
makes holes,
the undone communiqué
of a war
between knuckles ;
the blind eyes
lift the fallen globe
of light.
I move from tree to tree.
Who was left unburned ?
The sky was overcast.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unburned, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
An angel
Fell down
From hell
Today
His body unburned
With so much to say
He said the war was too much
And he wanted to try his luck
As a human and ask
For repentance
Get closer
To heaven
To pay his penance
The honorable way
Categories:
unburned, allegory, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
when love was scarce and bitter-spun,
i craved the warmth of anyone.
no silver spoons, no golden light —
just hungry hands that learned to fight.
i licked the steel of sharpened lies,
and swallowed tears in my disguise.
the blades that cut, the wounds they made —
became the price my heart had paid.
yet still, i sought what stars conceal —
a fragile hope that dared to heal.
through shadows deep and echoed cries,
i found the truth in shattered skies.
love is not kind to those who crawl,
it tempts, it breaks, it takes it all.
but in the dark, i found my name —
and rose unburned from blackened flame.
Categories:
unburned, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Fool you are to find me again only for this
The shredding of the prism in the heart
The tearing of settled consolation apart
For it was only one night of frenzied heat
That piled us, drained us, emptied our sheet
Kissed me cold and trembling in the mist.
Fool I am to think a spot would change
Its lepeord, and yield me grass for home
The gate sees a stranger when we rome
For we cannot return as we went out still
But nothing breaks my old battered will
For I can hate as much as I love the strange
Fool we are with passion's white energy
Unburned, and yet was you who taught me
The bed is perpetuous unless we kiss, free
Of inhibition tumbling down the pain set
Against us now, too far to drip as foggy wet
And fool's pride brought in the tragedy
Categories:
unburned, loss, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
there is a mountain
one of 7
in evolution
a rider is born
the rider scorches the world
a rod in one hand
a scroll in the one
there is a porch
remained unburned
laying in sleep
a hibernation lasting
any number of years
forgetting not forgiving
a hand unseen
and only one needs believe
Categories:
unburned,
Form:
Words Often Hurt
Written: by Tom Wright
March 2015
Evil thoughts germinate like sprouting seeds,
Once birthed, as words, they’re released toward targets,
As unmanned drones to seek and destroy;
While the intended quarry may escape these scathing words,
Inadvertent collateral damage
To the launch site has already occurred;
Words cannot be launched, as projectiles, toward another
Without feeling the backward escape of unburned powder;
Tom
Categories:
unburned, words,
Form:
Free verse
. for public domain
At first the Light was overwhelming,
no sense of self was found there dwelling,
no sense of end, and no beginning,
bright whirls only of endless spinning.
Gradually, a sense of self returned,
unscathed, unbounded, unburned.
Together with the Light it churned,
and both were one when we returned.
And now, neither one domineering,
and neither one found interfering,
we, blended as one, are pioneering
the blissful future we are steering.
Categories:
unburned, growth, identity,
Form:
Rhyme