Best Unclutter Poems
He speaks with measured dignity,
one silent word at a time
His palmetto pen tells us:
Tune out the cosmic background noise,
and focus your mind
on the sound of the silent voice
You most certainly will hear this ...
... did you hear it?
Oh, perhaps you got distracted by the sounds of emptiness
His message in a void
comes with clear poetic instructions:
Avoid all unnecessary malaise ... cap the chaotic noise
Have a willingness to learn
one silent word at a time
This will teach us how to unclutter our mind
Using poetic telepathy,
his priceless pen brings that silent word
to the surface of our consciousness
Not every sound we hear in this world do we need
The Silent One says:
take it one silent word at a time
True understanding comes
when we allow expansion of the heart
Enlarging our capacity to transmit love,
allows us to hear
the best unspoken words we never heard of
One silent word ...
when spoken at the right moment of time
can be so life-changing sublime
Poetic telepathy ... gives us the ability
to understand every unspoken word
written between the lines
One silent word
connecting
to another unspoken word ...
Pure poetic telepathy in our mind
Enlarging our capacity to receive love,
allows us to speak
the best unspoken words we never spoke of
Where his silent pen stroke stops —
at the sacred melding of two minds ...
let these silent words
be spoken in unison, always at the same time
This is a tribute to my talented poet friend, Silent One
Looking outward.
She’s had a hard life, yet can still laugh and smile,
making it look effortless and genuine.
Looking bubbly and youthful, glowing from happiness
like she knows no other way to live.
I’d like to understand -- I really would.
She’s more than a survivor -- she’s a champ.
Looking within.
I have finally earned my bit of comfort.
I should feel light and worry-free.
I should be blissfully happy.
I should look at who I’ve let within my circle.
The negatives who've dragged me down:
the procrastinators, whiners, drama queens and naysayers.
I so need to unclutter and make room
for daydreaming soulseekers and inspiring artists.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
beer bloat
morning after
football Sunday
am I, or the bar
the consumer
I don't know
I had a good time
shot some pool
cracked some jokes
flirted with girls
not half my age
so vain
so pointless
so fun
journey coming
soon, so
shutting it down
redirecting energy
focus
vision
to what I want more
than football Sunday
a different land
a different people
I hope at least I
brain bloat
broader horizons
deeper insights
and sharper perspectives
than I afford myself here
...yeah
unto that end
I will exercise my mind
and body
un-glut, unclutter
minimalize
rid myself
of this
beer bloat
Think of
You without a
Fogged mind with biases
Unclutter from extra baggage
Start from today to walk to a new hope
Accept bravely your shortcomings
Is the first step to change
Your precious life
Do it
Nayda Ivette
11-26-2015
So you try to convince me…
….you tell me to make some space
To move at His pace
To slow down
To unclutter
To unwind
To be less busy
And reprioritize
But I have a plan
I’m a man
I know what I want
Where I want to be in ten years
Unlike my peers
I have a plan
I’m working hard
That’s not bad
They spill tears
They are too scared to face their fears
But I’m better than them
I’m a realist
I’ve got it all figured out
I’m learned
I’ve read all the books
I’m prepared
I don’t have room for what you ask for
Faith?!
You’ve got to be kidding me!
Faith can’t determine my fate
Wake up!
Smell the coffee!
I don’t have time for all this
I’m a realist
I live in the real world
Get your head out of the clouds
I laugh at you so hard
So you tried to convince me…
….you told me to make some space
To move at His pace
To slow down
To unclutter
To unwind
To be less busy
And reprioritize
But I had a plan
I refused to listen
I never asked what He wanted
I never found out what His will is
I mocked you
I had a plan
I worked hard
Now I’m aged and weak
With so much free time on my hands
I feel empty
I know something is missing
And I know what it is
I thought I had it all figured out
I was foolish
I never read your book
I relished the chaos of a selfish life
Now I have no wife
No kids
Just me
I’m on my knees
I need you!
I seek you!
Help me Lord!
I’m sorry!
I accept you!
I have so much time for you now!
Use me!
By Sylvia Chika
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in hindsight how trivial it seems
workaholic’s constant judging
the need to be in control
striving for lofty standards
of overpriced perfection
the wasted opportunities
to bond with family and friends
and forge lasting memories
missed and gone with the wind
no second chances or redos
time never more precious
life’s a series of new beginnings it’s said
of turning pages and starting over
so now’s come the time to focus on myself
to drop the act and renovate my inner home
where I’ll retire and spend my life what’s left
the time is now to gather and unclutter
decide what’s of value and truly will to treasure
no time like now to focus on the gallery of my heart
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Uncertainty is
An unresolved puzzle that
Is waiting to be solved
Unclutter your mind
From all the noxious thoughts that
Disturb your wellness and peace
Nayda Ivette
11-21-2015
Silence
Silence is the calming after our storm.
It consumes us with fragility of peace.
Within silence we look inward for our truth.
It beckons us not to speak when troubled.
Silence gives us pause as not to speak in anger.
It lets us to smile with our heart without a word.
In silence we become connected to one another.
Our minds are silenced to unclutter our thinking.
Silence is meditative to give us new energy.
In silence we gain a new perspective that was not there.
Bus on Wednesdays
Calligraphy
Chant
Clean the house
Create music
Dancing
Draw
Exercise
Explore a new end of town
Finish a project
Go for a picnic
Google
Learn
Listen to music
Look for projects to finish
Meditate
Offer to help someone
Paint acrylics
Paint watercolour
Photo sessions
Picnic
Play: board games, cards, dice, dominos
Read
Reorganize
Research
Start a project
Tarot
Unclutter
Volunteer
Walk
Watch a movie
Work for a cause
Write cards or letters
Write poetry
Yoga
Phone friends / family
i.e. so many things I say I want to do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
In the morning, innocent lamb left the farm
Behind his master, moved to the meadow
A treacherous chapman loomed him
In his purity, he listened to chap’s distorted words
As sweet as honey, they lead him astray his master
Naively, guiltless lamb was led into a deep hole.
Up and down, lamb looked; this is life as well.
He sat in the fleapit all day long like a mole
But never thought of a dump but another dwell
Mother sheep baabed to lamb’s deaf ear in hell.
Lamb’s meekness has been exploited to death
And in the deep hole, safe he believes he is
As time comes, he’ll be on knees to look up
For God to unbolt his mind and unclutter his ears
To remember many hearts, he has snubbed.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I opened the door
and let the flood roll in
all I said was how are you
a plain simple answer
would have sufficed
but no... here it was
the whole truckload
of ungodly manure
dumped at my feet
piled so high up
my nose and ears
were full of it
not once but twice
and come to think of it
it’s every single time
I doubt I really need this
this isn’t sane or healthy
remembering I’m trying to
unclutter my own mess
clear my own backyard
AP: 1st place 2020
When life suddenly seems unfair:
call timeout; today's not your day.
Take deep breaths: fill your lungs with air,
and feel the tension slip away.
Sever your tether to reason;
and drift to the land of pretend.
Meditation is in season:
treat yourself, like you would a friend.
Breathe, simply breathe, deeply inhale;
hold it; be one with the healing.
Relax now, and slowly exhale,
and drift away on a feeling.
Lose yourself, forget who you are;
for reality's rules are gone.
And morph into a shining star;
shedding shackles of right and wrong.
Breathe, take time to breathe, and you'll find
that your problems start to resolve.
For when you unclutter your mind;
anxieties, swiftly dissolve.
FLOODED CLOSET
flooded closet,
got your attention?
washer; and dryer
sent to the dungeon, well
the garage. not our fault.
phone call received in ninety-three,
wouldn’t insure us —
the flood, you know…
have you guessed?
previous occupants.
of course a bit of common sense
supported us.
closet contains lots of shelves,
you can climb
to reach
the attic space,
but a few years back
we built a stairway to the stars.
closets filled with candles —
gifts that give and give
and give off light
used once or twice,
and flashlights,
big and small
and an incense burner
from my son —
he’s an odd gift giver.
a few family games for occasions
requiring members who love to play games —
I do! I do!
but most don’t feel the same.
that old floors cluttered,
not with clothes (how
nice that would have been —
oh the convenience!)
but with a vacuum, stoneware,
cleaning supplies.
I wanted to unclutter,
but is it only a reshuffle?
At least the floor —
I might score a clean in that department,
still i must dust, dust
dust, “achooooo…”
i must wash hands many
many many times
through the process
(one time I encountered dust
and broke out in a rash —
scritch, scratch, scratch)
I just might
get this job
done -
stay tuned.
i expect your yawn
and your finger violin,
“my heart bleeds for you.”
it must get done
then i will move on
to my wardrobe...ahem,
won’t go into that.
11/24/2020
Buried in a great big trunk
are things that some might call junk
Sweet cards from old friends and beaus,
decades-old knick-knacks and prose.
“Unclutter your life,” some say.
“Throw what you don’t use away.”
I say to them, “Let me be.
My keepsakes aren’t junk to me.”
*This is jeuju poetry. Here is Soup's basic definition of the form:
A Jueju is a type of poem from China that consists of a matched pair of couplets. Each line has either five syllables or seven syllables, so I followed the model given at Soup and then I wrote two Jeuju that go together.
March 22, 2022
For the Form J - Just Write Me A New Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
(#4 word chosen: junk)
Fill me with loving strength
cleanse me with understanding,
let me see with your eyes
and feel the love of your soul
Tell me how I can gain your wisdom
for living a better-purposed life,
give me the knowledge of your words
so kindness is always on my lips
Ever-knowing, ever-seeing in you
is how I desire to live,
let me through the door of life
your door that holds the key
Unclutter my mind of waste
wash away my filth of living,
I am and will always be
your lump of clay to mold.