Best Unclouded Poems
Now that the wicked witch has left the room….
Alice…in Never, Never Land, with clouded brow, and foggy mind, stares through the looking glass at the flames of autumn falling from the maples trees.
And…as she watches this ballet of little fluttering fairies in flaming gowns of crimson, amber and gold, she REMEMBERS…yes…she REMEMBERS… that world where she once lived.
She remembers a time so long ago… when with unclouded brow… she danced with those flaming fairies and laid down with them when they fell to the ground in the backyard of the house where she once lived with her mother, father, brothers and sisters.
Where are they now, she wonders?
And in that moment….she sees their smiling faces and hears their laughter as the aroma of that magical autumn so long ago, returns obliterating the smell of antiseptic and death.
A smile slowly creeps across her weathered face as she realizes, SHE HAS ESCAPED.
BUT THEN…the door opens………………AND THE SPELL IS BROKEN, for the wicked witch has returned.
TIME FOR YOUR MEDICATION, ALICE…she sweetly croons, as she pulls down the blind.
Author: Elaine George
Written: September 4th, 2014
Categories:
unclouded, death, life, old,
Form:
Narrative
How many emotional tears have we so cried, us the unperfected,
The Barbie generational rejected, or Ken doll unrealistic Idol worship.
Cursed by society’s vision of ultimate beauty, wake up world
For are we all not human, and subject to fragilities faults of reality.
Oh to remove the textured veils of the masked disguised,
To reveal the inner face of grace hidden within the soul itself.
For true beauty lies inside the heart of innocence,
Or underneath the timeless wrinkles of ages experience,
One must just remove the blinders of ignorance, to see it
In clarities truth sight line of view.
Where are these mythical people of perfections achievement?
From where do they dwell, or come from these visions of
Illusionary beings, which we so strive to be like?
Nay do suffer the youth of the future to measure up,
To an irrational delusion, a mirages camouflage of lies
Deceit.
Dreaming child of occult fiction, this is deadly ground
From which you tread upon, for reality vision is obscured
By plastic surgeries faults hoods of realism.
Vintage are the mirrors in this fun house of lies,
Let us cover these soul suffocating devices,
Or shatter the glass of reflected illusions.
Then shall we embrace our differences, allowing the next
Generation to breathe a long sigh, of relief at last.
To accept and express their own individuality without
Social oppression, or misconceptions of beauty,
Then enriching the world with glorious infusions
Of unguarded inspirational promise.
What a wondrous planet of enlightment this would
Be if utopia really could exist, unfettered by mankind’s
Unclouded mind of perfection.
Forever after all is short time in the eyes of humanity,
Let us hold our children high and nurturing them with love
And respect, no matter what, not judging them by their
Beauty marks of imperfections,
Instead allowing them to shine in the glow of inspiration
Eternal.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
unclouded, change, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
A quivering heart beats deep in my chest
I have a soul that will not rest
Until I save my damsel distressed
From the life that holds her repressed
Her love is shadowed with sorrow and pain
Her flower of life is feeling so drained
Her petals are dripping like tears in the rain
And her stem is bending from strain
I want to be the light of her day
The soft, gentle breeze that makes her sway
And pushes the clouds of her worries away
I want her to hear what I say
I want to stroke her soft, silky hair
And wipe away her deepened despair
To shine above her through unclouded air
And help her to know that I care
Rockman :-)
Categories:
unclouded, love, life,
Form:
Rhyme
i traipse along
these crystal sands
collecting memories
like shells, unbroken
a windy mist
of ocean's kiss
the sighs
of jaded palms
timeless shadows
of faded footsteps
leading back to you
my thoughts
fall silent
beneath the whispers
of endless waves
my mind
unclouded
blushes
in folds
of day
my smile
agleam
in its wake
...all leading
back to you
Categories:
unclouded, memory,
Form:
Free verse
My memory is obsolete in fashion:
the short blue skirt I saw you in that day
is out of date eons ago. My passion
has cicatrized from when you went away,
but thrifty memory still stores your grey
T-shirt with spots of oil paint, your beret
of modern artist that you used to wear
coquettishly aslant, the bag across
your chest, the thuya needle in your hair,
the band-aid on your knee, the minty gloss
on your sweet cherry lips, the silky moss
under your pliant back, the sassy moth
around my stupid head, the distant laughter,
the flash of bliss, the willow’s leaf embossed
on your left buttock and the most sought after
remembrance of the panties that you lost
in ferns in haste… One day I will exhaust
my recollections but at any cost
I save this one, unclouded and precise,
as my permission to the paradise.
22.04.2019
Urban Sonnet Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
unclouded, love, memory, paradise,
Form:
Sonnet
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.6.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
Categories:
unclouded, beauty, dark, imagination,
Form:
Blank verse
Let the tears fall,
Let the emotions out
Let your pain free.
The ache in your chest,
The solid beat of your heart,
The look upon your eyes.
The wall built up,
Allow it to fall
The sturdy distance from others,
Give it a chance to burn
Let hope gain a chance,
Let light shine
Let your judgements be unclouded.
The shame, forgive it
The silence, liven it
The heart, open it.
Through the dark
Hold steady to helping hands,
Through the dark
You'll rise again.
Categories:
unclouded, appreciation, character, conflict, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Pursed
Lips
Again
Yield
Through
Holy
Exhalation
Fine-tuned
Lyrical
Unclouded
Tonal
Ecstasy
Categories:
unclouded, music,
Form:
Acrostic
(writing for the voice of my son who has terminal illness)
Reality is searingly intimate. But they say anguish,
woes and sadness are emotions best shared.
I am not saying I enjoy lamenting on them or heaping
tribulations on others if I can manage these on my own
with grace, tranquility and acceptance.
Scouring out the dregs of my past is a notion
unlike exploring uncharted territory, but like pain,
I want to stare at it in the eye, no flinching.
Yet I ask, when did all go wrong; when did the roads
become forks and twists, and steep cliffs.
But I could then peer on tiptoes over the edge, unafraid
to take leaps of faith, always landing on my feet upright.
When did the moment of divergence start?
Life then made sense. Challenges I met with daring
and a tenacity to execute and perform to perfection.
There was relevance in chumming the waters,
cloaking them with the grace and finesse
that accompanies experience and excellence.
Work was not a drag - I thrived in the eye of storms.
Memories of the past are now more vivid than images of the present -
I sense that everything seems to pause in a single still moment.
Riding on motorcycles like the devil was on my tail,
leading my co-riders zigzagging on dangerous trails -
the idea of death was a vagrant who wanders another street.
How I wish time is fungible - what I would give to be where I was,
how I was, had been, always there, complete and fulfilled -
satisfying needs, goals, ambitions - been there, done that
is not my cliche.
My heart is a stuck sled in the middle of a sand dune.
Although I am in a world of stasis, expecting nothing,
I realize I have this clarity of thought and unclouded focus
to shed fear and panic as I stare death in the eye,
so I can leave this world on my own terms.
I want to dodge self-pity, dwell on the serenity of acceptance.
There is an ethereal glow in the night sky -
it should be an insanely beautiful vista out there beyond life.
@jjote031024
Categories:
unclouded, death,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Tea Party
Bright early morning
Courtyard opens to the clear blue unclouded sky
Mourning dove with their cheerful cooing
Lush, crisp, green, grassy, lawn,
Garden flourishes with yellow daffodils, pink lilies, and budding pink roses
Latticework lavish entanglement of sweet fragrant jasmine
My angelic little girl sits on the settee in the pavilion
full of pillows and a blue blanket in case it gets cold
wearing my long string pearls with her ruffle white lace dress
Mama, papa, and baby teddy bears, sit all around her
A tea party she entertains serving tea, cake, and cookies
Everyone invited
With tenderness, giving a drink of tea to her favorite teddy May
I observe my little girl sitting on the settee in the pavilion
A beholding sight
2/4/2015
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Categories:
unclouded, child, daffodils, garden, girl,
Form:
Free verse
As the music flows in my mind and soul,
I dance around in the sun kissed fragrant fields,
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass.
With a breath of life, the day is near,
for I'm favored to be the prettiest maiden.
All eyes will be on me in my white lace dress and closed shoes with my hair in curls and a crown of blossoms when I'm honored with the crown of May Queen a symbol of the stillness of nature around in which everything revolves.
My friends and neighbors are all excited to be without daily chores.
Towns and villages celebrating springtime fertility.
Handsome couples gathering bouquets of flowers to decorate the whole town.
Early bright is here with a clear blue unclouded sky.
I lead the celebration up to the center of town.
Old stone buildings and tables are beautifully decorated with redolence blooms.
Populace displays all the elegance of their dress.
Dress in white, carrying garlands of flowers children follow giggling and dancing.
They place a crown of blossoms on my head,
I say a speech that I have memorized and set off the festivities,
with dance and merriment.
Musicians play their musical instruments.
Joy is overwhelming with eating, drinking,
jubilant music, and curtly lovers dancing around the Maypole.
Everyone enjoys crafts, games, and a banquet fit for a King
as the music flows in my mind and soul.
With a breath of life, I dance around the maypole
favored for being the prettiest maiden, honored with being crowned May Queen.
4/17/2015
Children Story
Categories:
unclouded, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
I will always remember,
to persuade myself to forget,
something of random regret,
for ancient images still linger.
Distilled from dreams of days,
When I was silent and younger,
creeping dearly to be a stranger,
Thinking I decided novel ways,
Images those meddle duly in vain,
To bring me back my innocence,
My fancies and sighs of indolence.
But what passed, brings more pain.
When perception tends to be late,
Manipulated by unclouded choice,
with a sound taken for a voice.
Far drifted, I loaf on paths to fate.
Thus feeble, I float on a logic flood,
Lost among places like paradise,
With acrid tales of open blind eyes,
Reciting words those swiftly scud.
Categories:
unclouded, depression, life, time,
Form:
Crowned May Queen
As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
With a breath of life that dwells the day is near
For I’m favored to be the prettiest maiden here
All eyes will be on me in my white lace dress
and closed shoes I will astound with my hair in curls
and a crown of blossoms and leaves of green
when I'm honored with the crown of May Queen
a symbol of the stillness of nature surrounds
In which everything revolves around
Early bright is here with a clear blue unclouded sky
My friends and neighbors are all excited to their utmost ability
Townships and villages celebrating springtime fertility
Handsome couples gathering bouquets of flowers from nearby
decorating the whole town with springtime greenery and mystify
I lead the celebration up to the heart of town singing
Old buildings and tables are adorned
with scented blooms that leave you breathless
Populace displays all the elegance of their dress
Dressed in white, carrying garlands of flowers
and beaming children follow giggling and dancing
They place a crown of blossoms on my head,
I say a speech from my soul and set off the festivities,
with dance and overwhelming merriment
Musicians play their musical instruments with talent
with eating, drinking, jubilant music,
and courtly lovers dancing around the Maypole
A feast fit for a King, everyone enjoys
crafts, games, and carousel to console
With a breath of life at the age of sixteen
As the music flows in my mind and soul
I dance around the maypole
Favored for being the prettiest maiden seen
Honored with being crowned May Queen
By: Eve Roper 4/18/2015 Quintella Form
Children Story
Categories:
unclouded, celebration,
Form:
Quintilla
A lovely place from where the sky is new
Reflects a vision of outrageous hue
Unclouded glass above the morning dew
A flood of puddle like an ocean blue
The mountain fog could not the winding path
Unjaded fellows gladly heed the draft
Nor by dark valley's shadow turn us back
To preach good tidings that will save from wrath
A fragrant scent of meat on air did waft
And green, fresh produce safely seethe the fat
A roasted brew is boiling in a vat
Sans sorrow, sanguine shepherds sweetly sat
T'is bitter sweet, once more we bid adieu
And hope one day such fellowship renew
Categories:
unclouded, environment, mountains, sky,
Form:
Sonnet
Ease out of life's sorrow, broken, battled one;
let tears wash, assuage; the hurt is done.
Breathe deeply a higher air
perched on Heaven's stair
free of pain,
fair
soul; no stain
such wonder impairs.
Step out on unclouded air!
Your illness over, victory won,
ease out of life's sorrow, broken, battled one.
Copyright, October 8, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
unclouded, death, freedom, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme