Best Uncertain Poems
In a dark and desolate world,
there are groups.
Groups where people fit in.
And then there's me. Alone.
I'm scared.
I don't know who I am,
and I don't even know if the world is sane.
After all, sanity and insanity cannot co-exist.
All hope is lost.
All desire is destroyed.
All peace is broken.
It's just me against them.
A world of endless possibilities and infinite outcomes,
countless choices define our fate.
Are we all destined down this path?
Destined to destroy ourselves?
You built weapons to destroy us.
The people who were different. Why?
We are the future.
We are the ones who inherit this earth.
A war on our streets,
in our cities.
And this makes me wonder,
is the future truly set?
Fascism has grown cancerous maturity
to pathologically enforce
what mere nationalistic military-industrialized supremacy
would patriotically endorse.
Supremacists of race or gender
or metaphysical systems of personal as political investment,
mistake allegiance to icons and idols and pledges
of national privilege
for personal passion and investment in gratitudes of love
for EarthTribe's WinWin Lands with blessing waters,
Gaian Principles
of Organic Health Co-Governing Procedures.
Against fascist growing cancers
degeneratively erasing
what EarthTribe optimal regenerators
are more matriotically embracing.
Shadows, remnants of lights;
tear drops of loneliness upon
a window pane of truth. The
outside world, so unblemished;
its only flaw, the window pane
we look through.
Clouds turn dark, a loud roar
as it shakes the glass. How angry
it is, how real it is. Loneliness,
when will the lightning strike?
When will the shadows not dance?
In an uncertain half time
The sky spread silence
In drops of eternity where
Every cloud
Carries thumbnail dreams
In children’s arms
Full of butterflies.
A slow procession through the grass
Fractures leaden hearts.
A sound breaks out like shattered glass,
Ripping souls apart.
Though never a word is spoken,
Ominous despair
Hovers over hearts, all broken -
Sorrow in each stare.
So slowly do they traverse on,
Emptiness and dark
Surrounds the loved one who is gone.
Death has found its mark.
The Living know the sting of death.
Life is never certain,
So cherish love with every breath
Before death drops the curtain.
" With barely a nod they delivered the news
... the store is closing, your job you will lose."
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Unemployment is an imminent threat
Not to be taken lightly.
Changes I'm not looking forward to
Envelop my dreams nightly.
Retirement is not an option.
This uncertainty is daunting.
Age is a factor to employment.
I find my anxiety haunting.
Never did I think this job would end.
Tomorrow is now the unknown.
I'm scared of the future, as never before.
My anxiousness, full blown.
Each day I wonder what will be.
So afraid of what will happen to me.
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by Francine Roberts 05/09/2011
for Constance's contest 'Write it Deep
and Dramatic, Please'
Roses are red some are blue i wanna be like a rose an be inertwined with you
Imlike a rose when it comes to love the more love iget
the more beauty my face lits.
But down an all where a rose dies an comes back to life
my love dies an will never come back to life.
The spotted lights I see
on the valleys beyond,
calls for me every night I feel
alone and exhausted
and also reminds me that
indeed life is beautiful!
The moon,
who is just peeping with its half body
from the sky winks, saying ''You are doing great
till now and will do further." making me
more optimistic, in the world
where I belong.
The moment I am in
just now, is so fragile and calm.
I want to have this feeling
for eons and eons.
Dark surrounds me
with sprinkled lights to every sides.
And the night feels just PERFECT.
My thoughts get cleared
like the sky above, filled and complete
with the little stars around.
In this silent night, barking dogs
and the birds chirping, makes my heart
more in peace. While the cars moving
up and down, even don't dare
to distract me at all.
This perfect night,
I longed for you always,
This is the night
which accompanies my soul,
the only soul who just feels
the hollowness and emptiness of the
Uncertain world.
and i shall share the experience of my dream, my fortitude to accept the----"Uncertain
Future."
"Yes I would, and if I could and had to face the world alone, and if it would......surily
O'Wise Owl did promise me that it is all good and as well as it should.
I would invite to the table of brotherhood only dreamers, "who believes in a dream,
and the interpertation shall reveal amongst the clouds....that the tomorrows of our
wakeup is prove possitive that motivation is a tool to have one to explore the serenity
of the indepthness of ones mind of somehow the day's and nites are not always as
bleek as it may seem, but peaches & cream...there is hope beyond the horizone and
this hope is what is to believe to be outcome of the outcry of the...{Rapture}. And
from this..."let us all band together of the possibilities for...(Joyfullness) and Peace..{!!}
"The Uncertain Future..??"
I'm uncertain about the direction.
It's hard to determine, which way I need
To go. I know who is going with me, but
It's up me to decide.
The decision must be precised.
I can't afford the roll of the dice.
It's a challenge, I can only imagine,
It's like sitting on ice. My ideas are
There, but frozen in time. Only because
I can't make up my mind.
I know what I must do, I see it,
It's directly in front of me
But I can't reach it.
It's harder than you think.
If it was easy, it would already be done.
It bothers me more than you know.
I need to be all I can be.
Sometimes I don't know if I
Can pull it off.
There are things that hold me back.
It's not easy doing what you must
When not being able to afford
The things you need.
I cry on the inside, you can't see it.
It's there, silently through the pain
I yell, praying to God for his help.
I keep hope close to me.
Try in believing that it will
Get better, that my dream
Of giving my family everything they
Need will happen.
David Wayne Carter
Thick darkness conquers each scrambling sense
No longer sure if my eyes are closed or open
If my stagnant limbs are futile, or just tense
Can I compose myself if I count to ten?
Whatever fate this is, who got to decide?
Some God somewhere? Or the work of men.
Am I still breathing? Or am I tongue-tied
It remains irrelevant, only worms will hear
Is it blood I leak? Or warm formaldehyde
Waiting, will an apparition or vision appear?
Wonders of the mind, or listless pondering soul
How long will my existence remain unclear
Eventuality, faithfully in control
This dirt, this depth, disguises how I did arrive
Do I lay here in pieces, or am I whole
Am I dead.....or am I buried alive.
July 5, 2022
5 stanza Terza Rima contest
Sponser: L. Milton Hankins
All along
Life is like a candle in the wind
Encountering dangers sometimes
Life is fragile like a glass
Sometimes feeble and sickly
Life is like a messy rubbish dump
Sometimes uncertain and aimless
Life is like a sudden rain which comes like fate
Always unforcasted and helpless
Life is like a beggar
Always begging for more
Life is like a prayer
Sometimes with great expectations
However
Life can become an iron bar
Not easily bent, strong and firm
If you've a strong faith in god
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
Every day I walk to work, I tremble with fear,
Not knowing if this morning will be my last.
I’m not certain if I will ever escape from here
And move to a place that won’t judge me for my past.
I can’t say that I’m very proud of what I’ve done,
But it’s only because of my will to survive.
My childhood was full of violence, not fun.
The first time I killed someone, I was only five.
When you live in a country that has only war,
Fighting in this ring of life, no idea what for,
Weapons of mass destruction on the menu daily,
Suicide bombers run rampant and death cries, “Pay me!”
Innocence taken, stripped of your right to be human,
Equivalent of dirt of less, we assess, and we view man.
Assuming an eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth,
Turning the other cheek is not the choice that you choose.
I’m an old man now, with a different point of view.
I’ve fought many battles with a lot of anger and strife.
The bad things I’ve done to people I never even knew
Are just visions in my mind from a former life.
The river flows without a care in the world
The wind blows never asking "where will i go"
Will my heart ever be like the river or the wind never
caring or ever asking
Or will it wither away, afraid to ever grow, or go to those
places that call for a vulnerable heart
This i do not know and at times the uncertainty
consumes the peacefulness of my mind,
and the what if's of the days to come invade the privacy
of the confident heart.
Life is full of uncertainties.
There are unexpected jumps and turns along the way,
And most people are clueless about their future,
And no matter how hard they try they will never know what's in store.
Life is full of unexpected jumps and turns along the way,
And sometimes things aren't always what they seem.
So no matter how hard someone tries they will never know what's in store,
Because life is like an ongoing puzzle with no picture on the pieces.
Sometimes things aren't always what they seem to be.
Life will always be an unsolved mystery
Because, it's an ongoing puzzle with no picture on the pieces,
Like a never-ending maze.
Life will always be an unsolved mystery,
And most people will still be clueless about their future,
In a never-ending maze.
But,
In a world full of uncertainties
I will always be certain of one thing
You