Best Uncommitted Poems
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Lessons in Love
Love,
You know Love?,
I know what love is,
Love is total contentment,
Love is never having to say, sorry,
Love is being sorry, even when they’re not,
Love means being able to see past the here and now,
Love is respect, honor and is always unconditional,
Some people haven’t allowed themselves to feel Love; they are the lost souls,
Some of these lost spirits are evil, you must beware, Love will not protect you,
With Love, comes commitment. Uncommitted Love is just temporary happiness,
Despite your emotions, sometimes you need to let go, it will be painful,
The most important part of Love, is to Love yourself above all,
Without a good sense of worth, you’re emotionally broke,
Expect Love in return, get what you give, that’s fair,
The bottom line, Love is you, loving me,
And expecting that love returned,
My Love lesson is done,
Go, now, in peace,
Always.
UGLINESS
There is an ugliness out there
an ugliness that screams
an ugliness that rages
an ugliness that whispers
It's whispers say everything is all right
everything will resolve
everything will be dreams, heaven
when you vote for me
It was always this way, right?
To lead was to hate, fright
those uncommitted to say
protect me sir, from the death
you preach as the brass bands play
and sing your praises in a timeforgotten world
while the world marches on, crazily
without a leader
'Breaking the Trauma Bond'
Do you still like me?
Let me count the ways.
The tired old familiar abuse,
The ugly scowl,
The “get outta here’s!”
“Don’t give me that kind of sh..t!!”
Vile venom heaped upon an unwary lover.
I’ve been sucker punched, again.
Fallen for the antics of yet another
Unwilling, unable, unstable, and uncommitted to anything
Other than his own pain and confusion.
Oh, good!
Someone NEW to hate!
I know what comes next.
The gifts I have given
Treasures I’ve shared,
Regard, respect, admiration, adoration and affection
Willingly offered
And received,
Crudely discarded.
Run through the disposal
Put out with the garbage
Neatly packed and
Hauled off to storage.
Archived with
All the other
Past violations,
Slanders and
Cruel rebuffs.
My body is crushed.
My spine is mangled.
My nerves are seared.
“I don’t NEED any more PAIN!”
I wail
Mentally shuffling through
Well-worn files of
Past encounters.
Rage rises,
The Ogre is demonized.
Humiliated and dis-graced
Tears fall from fresh wounds.
I take refuge
In dreams resplendent
Of laughter, pleasure
Joy and enjoyment
Where wishes of the wisher are fulfilled,
Where food and delight are found.
Fueling fond fantasies of nobility of character,
Decency and courage
An Equal.
Bitter tears cease,
Fury finally fades.
And yet curiously,
The guilt remains.
I choke on the olive branch of forgiveness,
Again.
Heart by © Theresa Rossouw
Marshmallows bright some are mushy, soft, weak, jellyfish swimming in a cesspool of uncommitted, unloyal, uncaring mud. Their kindness a show, a facade, a mask. They never finish a single task. Don't father or parent, of commit themselves to anyone or anything, hollow and empty they never like a rose will bud.
Leathery, cracked and torn, some or sacks of sorrow, weary
and worn. Leaking tears and sighs they hide behind barriers, windows and walls, their misery, an echo through its passages and halls. Never yielding or trusting they flower not, the reason for living and loving,forgot.
Dark, musty, and spidery are those who have sold their joy to fright and fear, as evil, they allow to move in and draw near. No caring, shame, or guilt, conscience or love will you find here. Only sulphur, and stench and joy in your misery and pain, there power, their gain.
Open, free, uncaring, always giving are some, like shops without doors, they allow one to take and steal, trusting too easily, ending up shattered, ruptured and torn. Mending fast, plasters all over their wall, they always get up and stand up tall. Forgiveness their greatest weakness.
Sunbeams, bright and shiny, lighting up the world, some are darkness breakers and happiness makers. Their trust, and loyal devotion, always put great and wondrous events in motion. Light and sweet, gentle and meek, they are the ones everybody wants to keep. Their gift an eternal one, they are the precious jewel, from the Son.
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
People are always coming and going Into one another's arms And then away again Trying not to overload their memory banks perhaps With uncommitted smiles Impressions would seem to be enough for some these days And pleasure without the continuation of understanding So if being here and now is all there is for us Lets forge our memories well With all the Strength and courage of our love That way when tomorrow comes You'll still be a part of me No matter where you go
WHAT IS LOVE--
What is love, you inspire me by in site;
I love the way you call, cuddle and sigh;
Invading my mind day and through the night;
Sexual passionate love eros high;
O' playful uncommitted ludus moon?
A practical pragna, along with agape;
Love sun heats the gaping peaches to bloom;
As summer love is liken canton crepe;
Love is flight of a bird in mid air preys;
I love your eyelashes and attitude;
Thinking of your big smile fills my days;
My love for you is the phillia nude;
O' now I must pray with an awesome heart;
This what love is together or apart;
3/10/19
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In the work of the Supreme God,
The Lord calls not the slothful and indolent…
…the proud and arrogant, the selfish and covetous…
…the faithless and doubting, the uncommitted and unfaithful…
…the disobedient and stubborn…
Oh, woe unto me: disqualified am I already!
In the mission field of the Sovereign Creator,
The Master welcomes those who see themselves…
…as nothing without the Saviour’s grace…
…as undeserving because of sinfulness…
…as unworthy, yet made precious by Christ’s love…
Oh, may God have mercy on me, as I find myself undeserving!
In the ministry of the King of kings,
The Almighty blesses those whom…
…He has called by His foreknowledge…
…He has empowered with His strength
…He has equipped along His instructions…
Oh, here am I grateful to the Lord for His compassion
For His goodness that enables* me…
Yes, I praise Him Who knows me fully well.
*1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
July 8, 2019
Remain Uncommitted
In England, they have a handsome him and her
Who both together could be called a commoner
And to live in a place that has great health
Do you really have to live in a commonwealth?
Then the have a hospitable House of Lords
Which has been made from boards and boards
Those who have possession of college degrees
Become members of the House of Burgesses.
Of Lords and Burgesses who will be the best
Some say by God both have been equally blessed
And strategy that allegedly became a tragedy
Was caused and created by His or Her Majesty.
And then my heavens and forever great Scott
In land where playing bagpipes has been taught
Heard many more say just the other day
From Great Britain, they want to break away.
If practices are common which one should they use?
Or some plan appearing to be as a perfect excuse
When pieces of puzzle are not properly fitted
Do they mean you must remain uncommitted?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Vulnerable Veteran
It returns to haunt,
the dilemma, of disowning
the old version of truth;
when I was searching the parallelism
for the sake of otherness.
The unreturning melancholia,
brings the surreal intruder,
I did not want to entertain.
The insane activity of heart
wants a sin uncommitted.
The flirt eyes like a tulip
between your fingers,
unrolling the tender petals.
Night throws the salt on the moon.
There were no tears.
Satish Verma
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
Mist strolled down the causeway
like a woman in white,
reaching into the darkness with
gloved fingers of frost
lighting the swamp lamps with her very radiance.
Her breath hung in the air like smoke
voice ringing out in song
lifted on clipped wings deemed decorative,
weighted by sins uncommitted
She sings a lullaby to the starlight,
celestial souls trapped within her boon
lay in her as a final resting place.
Icy winds pierce the flesh of mankind,
the once plentiful fruit of her garden
Unpicked, rotting uninterrupted in the snow, as
she abandoned them centuries before.
Early morning light flows into slit veins
longing calls for the void granted hearing.
She returns to the sky.
Writhe 'bound thousand of centuries
Drawn in a thin sheet of paper
Within its palm, destined, fated
The endless flow, our memories
Motherland in quicksand of hate
Hatred rules, the rotting system
Wallowed, famine and injustice
Thoughts which touches the weak
Each step straight to enlightenment
The battle against the darkness
Those slaves, suff'rin' they're meant
Engulped in flames, cried in duress!
As I raise my knife, Righteousness!
Screams in the call of liberty
A patriot's heart, a burning haze
Perspired with cleansing history
Turning each page, torn and faded
Cloaked and hidden with avid lies
The book it stated, blurred, blinded,
Revealed, deception in disguise.
The sun once a shimmering pride
With its stars, white, red, blue, yellow
Now sunken, mud of idiocy
Battered by agonizing bellow.
O my dear God, praised and adorned
Your holy name used, selfish deeds
Sentenced with crimes uncommitted
Death's a wish, here goes rolling heads.
Is this a blessing, our freedom
Or it's just another wretched dream?
Will our people's time fin'lly come?
This is the challenge I 'll redeem.
The opposition of love is to hate, for the sake of life for life is to create.only to debate a crushing blow to your everyday life, a moment I the night, for what's life worth, only to sleep like the birth of a child, in a world gone wild. The simmering lives of wives who dispise their husbands, may life stays above them, when love turns tragicly, mysteriously uncommitted, the submission of love has been uninvited, delighted by the nature of life, only to live as plants, only to stand like ants. The proposition of what's inside me is not to be taking forgranted, my life stood slanted, on this planet called earth, for may the sun rise on top of the moon, in a life of hurt. So may I feel pain in the shadows of the darkness, defined by evil, no place to live for life to be equal, the last sequel to surrender to god for life is hard. Only live inside of me, I challenge myself to be, one with dignaty and pride, to be ashamed with everything to hide, only to disgusied, what's deep inside, may live through great tragedy, the anatomy of me, only deep inside may my life is meant to be.
The night was young, ecosystem calm
Thoughts flooding my mind, I got drowned in them
Pin fall silence, I could hear my blood flow
On the spur of the moment came misdirection
Entered she, soaked in tears
Her eyes inflamed; larynx they were
Tears still cascading down her countenance
She wept profusely
She needed a shoulder to lean on, mine was uncommitted
I snuggled her to at least give her solace
Compassion was requisite
It cost nothing, so I offered her
Our proximity; not far from contact
Changed things drastically
Her warm tears gushed down my chest
Melting my heart, the throbbing irregular
Her light skin so enticing, pleasing to the touch
My hands got the pleasure
Racing all over her like a hasty warthog escaping death
Caged, I couldn’t escape the enticement and so…