Best Uncharted Poems
An ocean tumbles through dreams of you. In depths unknown,
I float above. Oh, how I long to dive beneath your surface,
yet I am timid in matters of love. If brave, I’d have shown
you the whole of my gushing heart, no less than tides of bliss.
Seeking depths unknown, I long to dive beneath your surface.
Searching your eyes, I want for treasures lost on the ocean’s floor.
The sun, like a gold coin, drops, splashing this face of regret. I blush
in secret thoughts of you and turn away from the endless shore.
A swoop from seagulls catches the light of your smile and breaks the hush
of late sky. Turning away from the endless shore of regret, I blush.
My lonely shore may flood, a wish to bathe in the caress of you
granted. I shall break from fear, to brave a rolling river between us.
Down current, I’ll swim until I reach your ocean of sparkling blues.
I would drown in the waves of your uncharted waters. Glorious
would be death in the caress of you, your uncharted waters…glorious.
Written, 1/18/2015,
for Craig Cornish's Manassian Quintain Contest,
Sixty thousand pounds
One hundred sixty horses
Snorting like leviathan
On uncharted courses
Eleven feet of width
Thirty-two of reach
Tank-like tracks that crush the rock
With a metallic screech
Carving up the hillside
With the greatest ease
Playing toss with boulders
Plucking up huge trees
A tree that falls is heard
Some even make a sigh
A sound that makes me wince
I will not tell a lie
Progress can be brutal
On nature, we intrude
We like to make an entrance
Loud and brash and rude
I tell myself the openings
Make room for trees to grow
Or so I justify;
I’m pretty good, you know
Deftly flicking boulders
Smoothing out the dirt
Yard by yard he moves along
Master craft at work
It’s not for the timid
Or the faint of heart
Carving trails on mountainsides
Truly is an art
We’ve started every morning
Briefly, with a prayer
For Shawn and for his safety
And for God’s presence there
Hard to juxtapose
Stewardship, dominion:
The beauty there down in the vale,
Diesel-powered pinions
In time, the forest will forget
And cover up our scars
For now, I walk His wooded trail
At night, beneath His stars.
My life boat has a motor and a sail.
I turn the engine on if zephyrs fail,
And stay the course, despite the turning tides,
Asserting that my vessel steady glides -
Free as a bird with one determined drill -
Common sense - my compass steered by will.
When under I go, feel free to speculate
Whether that was my predetermined fate!
September 20, 2020
This new voyage on which you have begun
Is taking you into, as yet, uncharted territory.
It is a journey not ’cross distant seas,
Nor to foreign lands, but to deep within your self.
It is a time, during which you will discover hidden depths,
And strength you could never believe you possessed
On it you will make new friendships and deepen old.
You will discover new loves, new joys and new life
Things you may once have taken for granted
Will become so very precious
Like jewels mined from deep within earth’s darkness.
Supported by loved ones near and far
You are strong enough for this your own odyssey
So go with fortitude to reach your appointed destination
that is you.
as Colorado & Washington
have thrown the dice,
the first big step in the direction
of legalizing pot
has made people against the
measure begin to stir in their
ridiculously naïve funk,
whilst proponents who do not
live in either of the two states
are no doubt, discuss with their
significant others is
a lot of rain & a lot of
snow,
is worth the move.
while there is question as to whether
the feds will step in & crush the
measures, or how commercialized
the actions could become if they are
allowed to experiment in these
uncharted waters,
“domestically grown
marijuana is thought to be the second
most profitable cash crop in the United
States.”
whilst the dead horse does not have to
be beaten, that is,
we do not need to go back in time &
look at how economically
successful Prohibition was
in comparison to the wealth of profit &
jobs which the industry has continued to
pump into our economy since its
repeal.
idiots (growing closer to death now) will stand
up & yell
“it’s a gateway drug,” as if everyone who smokes a
joint follows by tying off,
but the ways in which legalization
could help the economy of this country is
undeniable.
Abysmal is the wildwood
The path astray
Observe the whispers
Echoes of footsteps
Wander the forsaken
Voyage the forgotten
Each step a memory
Every breath a death
All thoughts create
Untrodden the fathoms of aqueous
Tenebrous are the depths
Sense the essence
Absorb its mystery
Submerge in unknown
Venture the secrets
Each step a memory
Every breath a death
All thoughts create
Obscure its vast infinity
Amplifying its esotery
Devour the philosophy
Dominate the theory
Immerse in its wisdom
Journey beyond obstruction
Each step a memory
Every breath a death
All thoughts create
The élan vital
Uncharted
You trickled your way into the fold of my heart
and every day went deeper since
toeing through uncharted waters
nosing to my core.
You’ve brought light to the darkest part of me
the sun have never seen,
with no more than an unarmed smile
you explore my tempestuous waters
unabashed;
uncovering a little piece of me
each time more.
Presently, I find myself alone,
Alone on this distant island of ambiguity
Solitary in thought, and motives unknown
Perceiving what is visible with acquired acuity
Is this realm of new discoveries truly authentic?
Lest my eyes be deceived, ‘tis some curious reality
To witness the submersion of creatures which are lentic
And the flight of the birds in tune with commonality
How shall I proceed on this land uncharted?
Surely, with great passion unrelenting
And to my loved ones I bid adieu, from whom I have departed
Farewell to the common world, and to those so forgiving
Pardon my absence of perpetual elation,
As I welcome the day with a much pleasant sensation
In the halls of learning, where whispers grow,
Two hearts met, began to glow.
A glance, a smile, a moment shared—
A silent bond, unspoken, yet declared.
Through bustling streets and crowded halls,
They walked together, love enthralled.
A sip of tea, an evening stroll—
In laughter and talks, their hearts felt whole.
But love was shadowed by a wall,
A faith divide, a family’s call.
She feared the chains of ancient ties;
The thought of losing filled her eyes.
Yet love defied the fear inside.
With every step, they walked in stride.
A stolen moment, a secret meet—
Their love grew strong in time discreet.
Then came the day of silent pain,
As he stood beside the waiting train.
With trembling hands, a frame she gave,
Memories wrapped in love so brave.
Her name was stitched upon his case,
A whisper carved in time and space.
A tear-streaked face, a last goodbye—
He left, yet love refused to die.
Though miles apart, their hearts entwined,
In hidden meetings, love defined.
She wove new tales for paths to cross,
Defying fate, ignoring loss.
Yet questions loomed in sleepless nights—
Would love withstand the coming fights?
Would fate be cruel? Would time betray?
Would love survive another day?
But through the storms, they held on tight,
With dreams of days bathed in light.
Their love—a fire, a burning flame—
That even distance couldn’t tame.
With hope as armor, faith as guide,
They walked the path, side by side.
For love, they vowed, would break the chain,
And bloom beyond the walls of pain.
~ Phin Jiu
Uncharted Depths
Red rimmed stinging eyes
Compromise this world
All that was
And never dreamed of
In everything I think
All I see and do
Revolves around her
And I live each day
Without her
Mine own love
Has become a torment
Hung in these eyes
Which can only see her
I cannot count the seconds
But an eternity
Without her
This lowest ebb
Of solitude
Still hasn’t hit me yet
Uncharted seas
they are sailing in
time and again
along lines of flight
they defy surveillance
and smuggle
their clandestine dreams
braving
propaganda
indoctrination
derision
oppression
and whatnot
They elude despair
and evade the smear
of the myriad accusations
hailing them
each time they dare
to word their needs
and speak their hearts
infantilism
immaturity
ignorance
irrationality
greediness
disloyalty
lovers of anarchy
and whatnot
Those unseen
whose eyes
are riveted on
tolerance
equality
justice
equity
and whatnot
they will never
give themselves up
to that old mantra
once bitten, twice shy
I fall
into the deep
uncharted otherworld
of untime. I can't hear your cry.
Awake!
For: Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Image: Pixabay
Tearing a page away from troubling times
A beautiful disaster no longer the captive
Emerging from the murky waters
Renewed and flourishing
As forest fires promote
new growth abounds
Arising anew with rekindled spirit
Sailing on an uncharted sea
8.30.2020
Your eyes
are sapphire seas
ablaze
with a blue-milk moon.
They are uncharted waters
and my soul is a ship
ready to sail upon their waves.
I seek secrets of the deep
searching for undiscovered treasures
hidden in the oceans of your eyes
Carry me upon the winds
of your memory
Allow the song of your heart
to be heard from every gale,
as the story of you
is revealed
with each
pearl.
YOU seem so quiet inside a whirlwind of pain
me; born without a mouth cries
life -- a tornado of simply dead objects
as anyone worthy bends as bruised weeds
i'm simply scorned //
if you =-never alive-= destroys me.
Must strangely be two conflicted souls
must be as my dying heart
But then you took my uninvited hand
inside a wondrous dream
into uncharted territory.
I shall never confirm this reality
while ten foot tall -- chasing rabbits
and telemetry of the caterpillar captain!
Watching spacetime collapse into
into similar vibrating sounds of logic
whose proportion squeezes inside backward
history -- remember love yourself first.
Then your head.