Best Unchanged Poems
I lay in wait
Tear it away
By making it break
Find comfort in pain
remain the same
Forever unchanged
Im in the gym
To work me out
Make me sweat
Break me down
Put myself
Through torture
And pain
While I hastily
Pick up some weights
Run around
Beating me down
Making sure
Im working out
Trying and fighting
Like never before
Turn it up a notch
Until my bodys sore
Going through
Another phase
Everyday
Unmatched
Unscathed
I wont change lanes
I will always be the same
Forever unchanged
Categories:
unchanged, body, health, poems, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I have never changed
resisting all the dress codes, procedures and protocols.
Despite the efforts of so many authorities over me,
it was I who allowed them occasionally to be in charge;
but
I was still the one who made the final call.
I remained the person that I was meant to be,
me, myself and I.
Abandoned as a child at only three,
my self sufficient, independent ways showed resilience
and
defiant determination come what may.
I pushed back against them all, defying what they did
they could not make or break me;
now here I am,
still present and demanding their respect.
Here I stand.
Still here, still strong, still I, myself and me,
unchanged.
Categories:
unchanged, change,
Form:
Carpe Diem
UNCHANGED HABITS
Recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem:
they must be controlling my rebelling genes,
but making changes isn't for the better, I deem.
So unchanged they seem as my esteem;
again, I have fallen into yesterday's habits...
recently, I promised myself to make drastic changes.
THE ASPIRING VOCALIST
He had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams;
he headed to New York City wearing shining boots and tight, faded blue jeans,
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere...
and he accidentally heard that with surprise and it sounded pleasant to his ear.
He had talent and was seeking a vocalist's job, singing on Broadway's streets.
" He's a real Texan cowboy! " someone shouted in the noisy athmosphere.
He headed to New York City wearing shining booths and tight, faded blue jeans;
he had an aspiration for greatness that could have blossomed into realized dreams.
Entered in David William's contest,
" Palindrome Mad "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
unchanged, cowboy-western, introspection, music, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
Another day may find my will
until then I remain unchanged
The world spins perpetually,
yet I remain unmoved.
A beauty hidden in the night sky,
though my eyes cannot see
perhaps each twinkling star
Will one day leave me in awe
They say that life is fleeting
though I never relish a breath
If tomorrow is my last day
Than tonight I'll be sure to smile
Take my shattered conscious
set it out, into an unforgiving sea
each thought a contradiction
At least, on the surface
Another day may find my will
Until then I remain unchanged
The world spins perpetually,
yet I remain unmoved.
Categories:
unchanged, absence, beauty, crazy, dark,
Form:
I see with my eyes,
as the season change
Rain comes and go
Sometimes,
the river cease to flow
Leaves dry,
and swept away in wind
cold comes
and makes our lips tremble
And our body craving for woolly cloth
Ye!, Albeit season change
E'en if your visage with it
My feelings for you remains
Like a thousand year stone
I love you and you're my own
Categories:
unchanged, care, desire, feelings, love,
Form:
I have yet to understand how guys think
It seems like it's based off just hormones
They'll work you up till they get what they want
Then you're on your own
They don't care how your day went or what you're really about
Friendship is totally thrown out the window as you get older
But they're good at making you feel beautiful for a night
It's amazing how one in a million turns into something more
To know that you're safe
To know that you don't need that anymore
Just longing to be held
Knowing that they're yours
I've finally found that
and I'm waiting for it to fall
it seems like doubt likes to creep in my mind
Categories:
unchanged, lovelonging,
Form:
Free verse
FORTUNES UNCHANGED
We labour and sweat
eating from our brow
praying fasting and beseeching
Our maker the Creator
Change our fortunes
for man is to prayer and praise
a daily partaker seeking of grace
from the throne of his maker
To work and labour and sweat
enshrined in obeyance to the will
of his Creator.. that man is to labour
eating by the sweat of his brow
The creator rejoiceth in his creations
that's why his mercies are renewed each day
and we are partakers of his grace mercy and glory
attaining the miracle of the moment blessed of GOD..MAN
LEWIS K NYAGA
23/01/2015
Categories:
unchanged, blessing, creation, devotion, prayer,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Thrust a circle
Became an ellipse
Area of which
Remained intact
Categories:
unchanged, analogy, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
The oppressors are united and powerful
The oppressed are divided and fearful
History says everywhere going on these
Already several hundred years have passed,
Yet unchanged on the old parallel lines
Only crying we need change, we need change.
Categories:
unchanged, absence,
Form:
Lyric
I yearn for raw love, unsculpted by time, unchanged,
The kind that is born at dawn's golden break and does not die at dusk,
That pulses in veins like an eternal river, undivided by norms,
Through the corridors of life, unfaltering, dreaming in bloom.
I desire pure love, not sown in the Babylon of feelings,
That which does not rise from a play on words or the illusions in vain,
It materializes in silent gestures, in looks that ask for no permission,
Finding its hidden truth in depths, not on wayward maps.
That very love, which doesn't wear the mask of convention on parade,
But clothes souls in the fiery red of pure and unsullied passion,
Which fears not to show the nakedness of emotion, nor its vulnerability,
A love that, with each blue sky, swears eternity, to descend warmly into the heart.
I seek that love which whispers secretly amongst the rustling of hidden leaves,
Which dances free under the silver rain of stars that watch from above,
A love to be the song that resonates in perfect harmony with the cosmic bow,
That in silences and in storms weaves its tale, far from the twilight's fading light.
A love that asks the stars for signs, that reads fate in outstretched palms,
It doesn’t chase echoes in deserted valleys, nor gets entangled at unequivocal crossroads,
That remains unswerving when the weariness of the moment weighs heavy on eyelids,
The one which, over time, weaves warm impulses where the raw word is not a porch, but fire.
Categories:
unchanged, love,
Form:
Free verse
Two Lenses - Unchanged
When I was young and foolish
I’d do things not quite schoolish.
My naked feet danced barefoot in the rain
splashing in water running toward the drains
until grams admonished me on my childish ways.
Today, I am always wearing socks and shoes
careful outside where my feet may get bruised,
but in the warm spring storms and rainy days
I stand at the door and watch the children play
whose simplistic innocence restores my youth.
Categories:
unchanged, children, growing up, rain,
Form:
Quintain (English)
How many years have passed
and still I ask
is it a full or half empty glass?
The times they are a changing
and all I hear is the clanging
of the fool in charge entertaining.
The common folk are still down here
holding the media and democracy in tears
and everything's the same, year after year.
Categories:
unchanged, change, cry,
Form:
Rhyme
Dragonflies have remained nearly unchanged for about three hundred million years. How researchers know this, I cannot say, I suspect they have studied fossils of them. They are adaptable, able to live in almost any condition.
virtually unchanged
a shimmering dragonfly
ancestral wonder
Categories:
unchanged, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Haibun
If everyone were to disappear, but everything remained unchanged,
The world would be a vast cathedral of the echo of regret,
Where empty streets silently carry the ghosts of choices,
Those fragile threads that bound us in the dance of life.
The masters we chose—greed, apathy, comfort—
Would be shadow sculptures in the architecture of our absence,
And you, like a wandering specter, would be the invisible witness
To a landscape breathing our deeply ingrained indifference.
The sky, shrouded in flames of memories over lost cities,
Would burn not just with fire but with memory clinging to time,
Whispering in the merciless silence of the wind through abandoned homes,
The creaking of rusted gates becoming a chorus of unfulfillment.
The smoke from the chimney, once a symbol of warmth, now spits bitterness,
Dry leaves, like torn pages from forgotten stories, dance alone,
Scratching the earth with whispers sounding like a hidden confession,
Asking in every echo: where were you when it truly mattered?
What if this were the end, not with a cataclysm of fire,
But with a slow unraveling, a silent disappearance into the night,
Where humanity slips into the abyss, leaving the world empty,
And in that silence, you feel absence in the marrow of your being.
Would you feel contempt for the chosen masters in those fractured moments?
Or self-betrayal, a deep and constant pain,
For the soul you abandoned in the pursuit of desires?
In this end, there are no heroes, only the relentless truth,
Reflected in the lifeless eyes of the world left behind.
The most dreadful part is not the disappearance, but the drifting,
The watching, the knowing. It’s not just the world that’s empty—you are too,
And in the haunting silence of the place once called home,
You finally realize: absence is not just a void. It is a mirror.
Categories:
unchanged, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Making a mess of my life
Always searching for more
Shifting through the chaos
The ruins of my so could happiness
One direction
One sure focus
To implode all of my insecurity
The fuse i refuse to light
To blow away all of what i was meant to be
Imprisoned in my own existence
Some cage the world constantly stares into
Laughing misunderstanding me
My tears a joke a sheer excuse to continue to hurt me
Revenge in those eyes
Wont comprehend forgiveness
Let things go
As we fade into the night
This light we tried to shine
Flickering dying out
This love lost
So strange these tides of inception
The course set to destruction
How do i change what she perceives is to be
Forever unchanged.
Categories:
unchanged, anxiety, confusion, dark, growth,
Form:
Free verse