Best Unbury Poems
Your soul is suffocating friend
I feel the sadness weighting you
The pain seems to be without end
My healing love cannot get through
You’ve buried hurt for far too long
A languid fester in your bones
Recalling only forlorn songs
The years have taken heavy toll
Those memories they’ll random come
And pain will boil and surface
And though you’re usually numb
Your tears well up with purpose
I witness valiant the fight
The joust as steeled emotion
That’s cloaked in armor so airtight
Is pierced with guile corrosion
Your words attempt escape and then
As grief seeps through your eyes
Please let your tears fall now my friend
Just I will hear your cries
I’ll lovingly collect your tears
And cleanse each as it falls
Let hurt come out from all those years
I’ll help you crumble that wall
Embracing you I’ll hug your soul
Your healing has begun
Unbury joy that sadness stole
My friend, I’ll be your sun.
12/08/2017
I carry generational tears I didn’t even cry
Carry the weight of the curses, I don’t even know why
The traumas, the struggles, the lessons to be learned
The biggest one of all: Don’t leave any stone unturned
For every drop of blood that’s been drawn and bled
And for every single tear that’s been emotionally shed
It’s a reminder of the things that’s been left unsaid
And of all the things that we’ve tried to leave for dead
It’s time to wake up and it’s time to act fast
It’s time to unbury the skeletons of our pasts
It’s time to break the chains and throw away the key
It’s time to unburden those that live on after me
Dressed in orange yellow green white
Walking the streets alone this night
Beam of light do you carry
Locating the zombie and the unbury
Shuffling along dragging their limb
A long haired creature looking quite grim
You flash your light and they did scurried
They seeing you made them less worried
Along you go but following behind
Turn you do quickly light brightly shined
A fanged toothed vampire ready to bite
Quickly discouraged from your shining light
Monsters ghoul's goblins around
Dimly lit houses with ominous sound
Boo! Is the screech form behind the big tree
Jump is the feet in numbers of three
Relax you're the adult don't be naive
Tonight is the night all Hallows eve
Tricks for candies treats for a chore
The better the trick the candies are more
Watch them wisely they many in number
Someone to guard them before their slumber
In your bright vest volunteer protector
Neighbourhood watch for Hallows collector
Unbury my hearts secret
With the scroll of a pen
Engrave my darkest thoughts
On a haunted page
Scarred by the rapture
Of a scorned soul
Look openly
Only your eyes can see
Mark my words
With invisible ink
Oh my father my weeping father
There is this promise l make today
It might just make you smile
Your dark eyes may even shine with pride
Your labour will not be in vain
My success will take away your pain
Your wounds will be healed by your tears of joy
And your deceased heart will be ressurrected by faith
My father someday failure will flee with shame
Laughter will be heard from above
Unbury your head from the sand
And weep no more my king
In my quiet place
Where no one else may enter
I alone may speak
To unbury the words sought
Within my mind, I find peace
Throw me in a lions pit to feed your sickening desires
Tie me down with barbed wired tear my teeth with pliers
Chain me up by my feet to listen to my heart beat
Tear from me what I have left see what makes me tick
Dehumanize me moralize me make it over quick
Remove my heart tear out my bones but never have my soul
Stuff me in your closet where everybody else is stored
Await the day the door breaks down to give you what is yours
In the end we seal our fate but to what extant
Hiding away the lies pushing them away
To find the truth in which you try to set aside
Grab a spade unbury the lion bones, underneath is where it resides
When you do we wait for you and everything you hide
Unsuccessfully ironically you sure as hell have tried
Answer the knocking at the door the truth is all inside
Dreams of Inspiration
You are her inspiration
through this journey in life
She’s dedicated to your heart…
so let’s not be so complicated
for she’s a work of art…
She may have a soft heart
but look in her eyes
you can see it beats hard
Every whisper in your ear seems cloudy
She hears……
but just touch her heart
and you can hear it so loudly
When she looks into your eyes
Do you see a sparkle?
It’s the heavenly-sent angel
you’ve been missin’ for awhile
Little do you know
You’re an obsession
to the core of her apple
and the addiction to the passion
That lives within…
When you make love to her
Do you feel it?
Or do you just feel it…
Cause it’s the same ocean
but truly a different view
So dive a little deeper
cause she’s waiting for you
To unbury the treasure
Underneath all the blue…
She’s standing “strong” for you
like the trunk of a tree
like a child needs his mother
and steady like the spring-time breeze
So when she falls asleep at night
she imagines you’re there
laying next to her
Holding the pillow tight
but she’s always dreaming
Of her inspiration
through this journey in life.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
You part beagle, you part doxin
you s'posed to follow commands like you robotin'
instead you stupidly ignore me and act rotten
maybe one day all your mistakes will be forgotten
but for now i'll untangle all your knots in
ask what else what you've been in
figure out which wall you'll be pinned on
once upon in a little bit of timin'
i'll learn what hill you've been climbin'
i'll discover where you been hidin'
i'll unbury that secret for sure
unbury the bone you saved for later
dig out the hole
and in years dig up your bones
like a digger i'll scoop dirt from your grave
and like a hunter i'll set fire
Do to me what I do to you
Enjoy your time though you're not here
Act although nothing is wrong
Tell me I'm lifeless and hopeless
Hope for another chance
In the afterlife I will be waiting
So that we may dance
Live the life you were shown
If it is empty than so be it
Further then you may think your grave calls you home
Even if you cannot hear it calling your name
With it's eerie creepy whisper
I can hear it crying your name in a cuddling whimper
The calls I hear are here to take you where you belong
Home is where you keep your soul forever feeling warm
Only I can hear it for it's my voice that cals
Unfortunately the time draws near so why do you delay
There is plenty of room down here so find a spot today
Bring some beer invite a friend so they too enjoy their end
Relax and embrace the surrounding heat
Enjoy what little you have for there is no defeat
And very soon you will see there is room for more
There is room for millions so come see the tour
Hell is where the heat is, plenty to go around
I know it may be a bit too hot but this is where you belong
No matter if you like it or not
Go ahead and answer my call unbury a grave, invite not one, but all
"Pushing on Tempered Glass"
(Into the Night Shadow's Part 1)
By: Miranda Renee (Night Shadow)
This is the day,
So I better write it down,
When I lost my way,
Buried in my shallow grave I found.
Tempered glass,
Is what I lay upon,
Push to hard,
Underneath me it will be gone.
Shackeld heart,
Reaches out to touch the light,
To far away,
That was the day I lost my sight.
Now I stumble,
Over sharp edges,
That you gave to me,
Don't look back now, there's nothing left for you to see.
But I shall only waste away,
In the memories that came to be,
I shall only fall as hard,
As my wings don't carry me.
Were you there?
The day I started to fall.
When you pushed me over,
You never answered my call.
Unbury the remnants,
That cover over me,
These were my gifts,
That you disposed on top of me.
Then I knew,
You left me there for dead.
So retracting inward,
Into the Night Shadow is where I fled.
Now lay me down,
I need a place to rest my head.
On tempered glass,
That is the place I make my bed.
Before nothing stopped me
from having unlimited fun,
forgetting how I breathed...
because He let me live freely;
somehow, I would see how wrong
and silly was my thinking,
never looking beyond things not questioned,
kicking stones for rage and moving forward!
Who hasn't seen His glory
won't understand the peacefulness inside,
the flowing water that washes away sins;
who hasn't seen His glory
can't be stripped of all human pride,
can't unbury his soul from the ugly grins!
Before in the rush of mundane things
I didn't hear a single bell ringing joyfully,
the gothic cathedral was a fathom that scared me,
I looked away and refused to enter with humility;
it's within those walls that one hears heavenly voices!
Who hasn't seen His glory
is not aware that joy can
change the dark side of everything,
why be afflicted by pain and wander aimlessly?
Prayer restores every soul and makes it wholly;
who hasn't seen His glory
will remain hopeless and thread
his useless days on roads that never lead
to happiness and Heaven;
who'll be climbing the long stairway singing?
Anger washes through my blood streams
While dancing demons clatter within my dreams
Voices are heard with no where to run
When loud heat rays reflect from our sun
Shadows dancing left and right
From demonic eyes deep in the night
People screaming and running around
High whistles and demonic sounds
Children raising from the shallow graves
Trying to decipher my foggiest maze
No one will listen, no one will talk
No one will reach the top or walk the walk
How do you listen to deaf sounds?
How do you unbury graves within our grounds?
Who will answer when you call?
Who will pick you up when you begin to fall?
Children raising from our crooked tombstones
Werewolves howling throughout black moonstones
Screams of fright and hungry moans
Distant valleys and untold groans
Bloody mountains and poisonous snakes
Watching in horror as our precious dead wakes
The city up in smoke and fires
Compacted cars with nothing but tires
City of destruction, valley of hate
Do I try to run or accept this fate?
Everywhere I turn there’s zombies on all sides
While the ocean blows up with tsunami tides
Creatures forced to race from their homes
While faeries and fey collide with giant gnomes
Death screams twist and death screams moan
I’m completely lost --- there’s no going home
The trees they claw at my clothes
When will the nightmare stop?
Nobody knows…
GHOSTS
are you afraid
of ghosts wearing sallow sheets ~
buoyant floats of shrieks?
unbury the dead —
is that a bright idea?
their flesh in soiled suits
don’t dig up the past
nor nudge the burgeoning dirt
— arrest disturbance
somewhere their souls rise
righteous or with sinful pride
— don’t call the spirits
the bible makes clear
do not turn to mediums
— seek the living God
Kim Rodrigues © 4/14/2018
Isaiah 8:19 When men tell you to consult mediums and spiritists,
WHO WHISPER AND MUTTER, should not a people INQUIRE OF THEIR GOD?
WHY CONSULT THE DEAD on behalf of THE LIVING?
Leviticus 19:31 Do NOT turn to mediums OR seek out spiritists,
for you will BE DEFILED BY THEM.
I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD.
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There is a lot of hocus pocus when
The out-of-control-child is too upset to focus.
Family struggles.
Divorce.
Grandma’s death.
Mama’s leaving.
Daddy’s anger.
No food in the house.
He is now as frenzied as a colony of angry locusts.
And engages in loads and gobs of crazy hocus pocus.
Trying to fool us with screens of smoke and mirrors,
A wizard’s go-to-trick as he tries to joke us,
Hoping to take his anger away from our focus
So we will not unbury the abject fear he has
That we will discover the wealth of sadness under the spontaneous out-of-control anger
Which he uses to fling us loose from our ability to keep calm, listen to him and
Truly focus on the problems he has been hiding from the world for a long time,
So he will not be taken away from his only remaining parent.
His family has let him know that things could be worse if he talks.