Best Undamaged Poems
"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea
A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."
The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word,
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio,
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips,
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof
My dearest Poet,
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind,
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun
pd
Half eaten hearts
pump on three surviving parts,
Loyalty, Lust, and Longing,
thump thump thump,
I was your secret crush
you were my finest rush,
put Poetry in my veins like victory ongoing,
placed your loneliness in a casket of flames,
our language so lustful, demolishing civilized chains,
touching so trustful that asking permission would be aweful,
team work more natural than rhythm to rhyme, a new breed of Angel,
clutching uncharted romance rough & rude we jump,
Strange how we sew, rip and stich the fabric of our worlds,
I can see your constellation in my dreams Luv,
a glimmer for every kiss you clamped on my confident lips,
I told you that my love can be the richest food on earth,
I understand now, that your love is stronger than diamonds,
I already miss you more than my heart can count,
my tears do not fall, suspended in the lock of a love saga,
Lets split the loot babe,
parchments & prizes of Love's plunder we'll divide fairly,
raise up anchors from Passion's Port,
slap and smother each other one more time,
blow on pearls together,
throwing them in this tempestuous sea for Luck,
breathing honest devotion in your ear,
whenever you need me I'll be there,
flag flying fast to you, cannons cursing for your care,
your final stare, the softest I've ever seen -
J.A.B.
I can hear grandma’s voice now,
“she’s such a beautiful little girl…”
What was it about me that gave him attraction?
Only a sick old man could find sexual satisfaction-
Six years old was I when my innocence was stolen,
my essence once whole, then left in sheer fractions.
He was the prodigal man, the boy made of golden.
I can hear grandma’s voice now,
“what happened to my sweet granddaughter?”
From where did he learn such pleasurable abuse?
He was a monster at best, dense and obtuse-
I’ll never forget the first time he pinned me down,
I was so little and weak as I tried to refuse,
in solitude I wept, forever wearing a frown.
I can hear grandma’s voice now,
“she used to be such a good little girl…”
I turned nine and still held onto this harm in silence,
too young to realize the effects of his violence-
I was wounded on the inside and outside had scars,
turning into a sassy girl full of disrespect and defiance.
He would finish with me then go smoke his cigar.
I can hear grandma’s voice now,
“oh you rude girl, my son would never do that!”
She never listened to me as I carried this cross,
and losing my grandma became my greatest loss-
She turned her back on me, I never saw her again,
she used to love me, was my absolute best friend.
His harm broke us, and our relationship paid the cost.
I can hear my grandma say on her deathbed,
“sweet girl, I’m so sorry…for I too was a victim”
Why would she avoid my pain from his pleasure?
I guess she was threatened by him beyond measure-
Oh, I wish I could rip off his hands and throw them away,
my life should’ve been a gift, an undamaged treasure.
Now I live with the guilt and shame every single day.
I can hear the Lord say,
“my sweet child, forgiveness is the key,
rest assured in darkness hold onto me-
When your fear takes a turn for the worse,
I pray only My light you shall see,
always hold My hand and put Me first.
Let's talk about it contest
August 1, 2017
Craving is an arrow in the heart,
the poison of ignorance;
that spreads its toxins through desire, passion and illwill.
Bound with the bondage of craving,
our minds smitten with suffering
we are bound with the bondage of desire;
with no safety from this vicious cycle.
Beings going through the wandering-on,
headed for birth and death
While those who've abandoned craving,
free themselves and reach the ending of fermentations;
though in the world,
have gone beyond.
Craving is the cause by which breeds stress.
If its root remains undamaged and strong;
A tree,even if cut,
will grow back.
So too,if latent craving
is not rooted out,
suffering returns.
Encircled with craving,
people hop round and around
like a rabbit caught in a snare.
Tied with fetters and bonds
they go on to suffering,
again and again,for long.
For a person
forced on by his thinking,
fierce in his passion;
focused on beauty,
craving grows more.
He's the one
who tightens the bond.
But one who delights
in the stilling of thinking,
always mindful cultivating
a focus on the foul:
He's the one who will make an end,
the one who will cut desire's bond.
She seduces me with her bedroom eyes
Her hand atop mine, between her thighs
I can't deny that she has the power
To lie with me every waking hour
I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me
With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy
In a trance from her bedroom eyes
Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies
She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips
Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips
Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart
From exposing her skin, God's work of art
A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes
A happy tear to my surprise
She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign
She has not been defiled by other men
Her narrow entrance puts me to shame
Intensifying my steady flame
God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries
I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
Silent persistence peeling skin from bone
With undamaged precision
Easing an imperceptible knife into flesh
Exposing a fragile heart
Stripped with naked vulnerability
Surrendering willingly to anaesthetized hands
Craving achingly raw excision
Clouded with hope filled desperation
A lullaby of forged belief
Eyes fixated on the gentle thudding of beating
Echoing from fading warmth between palms
Subconsciously awaiting unavoidable regret
Intensely flaming pain searing through a bruised, empty cavity
Antagonistic fingers familiarly penetrating, ripping apart
A heart eager to love, drenched in gullibility
Opening bleeding wounds along already scarred edges
Leaving torn pieces distraughtly scattered
Bloodied feeling slowly draining
Wisps of past shadowed ghosts
Self-encouraged to plague again
Evaporating out of void eyes
Ravaging reflected destruction
Self condemned through the hands of a mere puppet
Shameful pain piecing brokenness back together
Cradling the fading beauty in shrouds of detestation
Dissipating into silence
Drowning in a symphony of tears
Who is in the room?
Who owns the room?
When the GreenWoke Tribe
evaluate their strategic platform
for conquering RedUnWoke DiaTribes
what politically scientific purpose
and/or psychotherapeutic intent
for healthy inclusive democracy
[and not merely more wealthy
StraightWhiteMale corporate kleptocracy]
may wake up and win/win thrive?
Not so stuck on playing win/lose
monopoly games
preferred by monotheistic
anthrosupremacists,
privileged competitions
for recreating monocultural bullies
and sacrilegious
sanctimonious
green or red politically correct
dogmatic unwoke bosses
Judiciously proclaiming discrete
separate but equally undamaged
deceit
In resonant baritones
repeat unenlightened bass base
repeat disempowering soprano space
repeat replete
unwoken
still broken
repeat...
Who is behind the broom?
When GreenWoke evaluators
reconsider healthy
co-passionately wealthy
sweeping democratic invoked potential
Integrity to grow more
bilaterally healthy
bipartisan support
for woke up wealthy.
Woke
could send out evaluation forms
to every registered UnWoke
and this might explore half our hoped for story
of how empowerment
and enlightenment have grown/groaned
through last year's sentient
yet often somnolent
competitions in stuck down government.
But, growing trust
more than mistrust,
woke truth
more than unwoke half-truths
together show and tell,
as all UnWoke know too well,
bipartisan passions
co-invest tax-payers
and health therapeutic players
preferring to synergetically swell
rather than not tell
quietly fell apart
stuck in competitive squabbling
hell.
Awaking to exceptional day, I noticed obviously gross, uncut grass,
all glaringly exhibiting growth in degrees ordinarily considered unusual.
My ambition to erase the ill look of my ugly duckling animated me.
Every bold invader was ostracized most unmercifully.
Persistently advancing, still energized, while ignoring time or thirst, unknowingly.
Pleased as grasses etherized helplessly, I rejoiced over their utter ruin.
Admiring my efforts gleefully, I stopped only for upkeep.
Surprised at the emergence right in time of prized unusual plants and
some edibles, deliberately I carried on with ultimate results.
As pride exalted me, I reckoned on finishing undamaged.
Perhaps a more experienced person in mowing occupation would understand,
the almost hypnotic effect that is brought on by unreasonable dedication.
As beauty emerged with incisive deftness, orderly rows ultimately triumphed.
As mower ensnared grass, I boldly opted to unload.
Tiredness assailed me even though I knew once more unbounded pride, acknowledging that every blade is mowed on my utopia. The action has energized some inactive muscles, obviously long unused. So as result expecting that I will observe some unpleasantness for attempting more exercise than I might often have utilized.
Now a peace envelops me. I know of nothing unpleasant.
I SEE HER. . . .
Her beauty unbound by chains of lust, or self pitty. Her skin irreproachable, perfect, sound, unblemished, unbroken, undamaged, unimpaired. Her eyes carry the depth of the green sea, and when they look into yours they show you the man you could be, the man that you want to be .Just so you can be that man for her. She carry’s herself with an essence of independence, and a legacy long sustained by strong beautiful women. Her lips in a peculiar shape like that of a heart. . .wait it’s my heart i see bestowed in the shape of her lips. I realize my ambition to define the fine fabrics in which her brain is weaved. Her simple glare turns me into the submissive man vie only dreamed of becoming, for this means that I can complete the act of giving her what can be given back my, undivided, complete diligent love. As time goes by. . . She and I have been together for some time and I realize her beautify is unaffected by time her eyes stay bright, and luminous enough to put the sun to shame. Her skin never grown old for I always see her as the Angel she is..Back to reality. . . “Bro! “ i look up and see an old friend of mine wait, no a current friend of mine,, my body’s numb to the touch my legs erratically tremble below me I look around and see my youth, I look. My boy looking me in the eye like I was crazy. “You good, dawg?”. . . “was it all a dream?. . . i look up lost in a world without love nor compassion, and I . . . see her? My boy was asking me what’s wrong but I dashed forward to see her . . . I meet eyes with the angelic green eyes of the women I’ve been in love with my whole life and as our eyes meet I come to reality. The women I have fell in love with and spent with my whole life. . . I’ve never seen before tonight.
Love at first sight,
William mosby 3rd
Form:
my soul
like to a ship in a black storm
is driven, I know not whither
acted to the souls of donkeys
in a Winter night of smoke
Viola Tree and Cedric Hardwicke
still undamaged the glass of revenge
What if I told you I love you?
There would be no lie in this
Lies would not slip from my lips that want to be pressed so badly against yours
Wrapped within your arms who will hold me on the coldest nights, mine will do the same
At that point everything would disappear
well , everything other then you
Because at that point you are the only thing that matters
What if I told you that I can’t undo this feeling?
Because you and your word are already infused within my bloodstream
And wrapped in my mind
Unable to be entwined from my life
Because the imprint you have left on my skin
May be there for a lifetime
What if I told you that I have been dealing with this for years?
But I threw it out the window because I was always told loving another girl was wrong
But in reality gender doesn’t matter, love does…
I don’t care if people were to give me weird looks
Showing that they know that I love a woman
I wouldn’t care
Because I love her
What if I told you that you are beautiful?
Just like the sky full of stars on a clear night.
Or like an ocean slowly moving onto shore
Or when the auburn and orange leaves fall from the trees at the peak of fall
You know that feeling you get when you see that amazing display?
That feeling of beautiful awe?
I feel that all over my broken body when I’m with you
Because you make me feel as if I’m whole and undamaged
Like i’ve never been hurt before
Hold me as tight as you can
While i whisper words of love into your ear
And block out the words of society
Because they will say cruel words
Because we are both women
But we are more powerful than they will ever be
Because we found love
~11-5-17~
A real charmer when I was growing up
My skin's now all wrinkly and wear Depends
Walk with a cane
Wracked with pain
Why can't we all wind up totally undamaged
What do you do
When you can feel the walls
Closing in on you
Walls
That are there to protect you
From the harshness of the world outside
Harshness of the world outside
Can they build those for your mind
Walls
That are there to protect you
From the harshness of the world Inside
Harshness of the world Inside
They look so pretty
These walls
Painted in happy colours
Happy colours
Plucked from the rainbow
By a glittering fairy
Collected in a huge bucket of gold
Happy colours
Plucked from the rainbow
And mixed with sunshine
Then why
Why is it so dark
Inside these walls
Walls painted with
Colours plucked from the rainbow
And mixed with sunshine
Why do these walls
Painted in happy colours
Not lend their happy to me
For just one night perhaps
Maybe if they do
Then I
Will not feel like the walls are closing in
Maybe if they do
Then i
Will not fear the dark
For one night
Maybe if they do
Then I
Will drop my regrets
Like a cloud sheds rain
And becomes lighter
I will shed the sorrow
The regrets
The guilt
The anger
All those tears unshed
All those feelings unconfessed
And become lighter
Maybe then
I'll rest
Now that I've shed
The despair
That used to creep into my sleep
And colour my dreams
That peculiar colour
Of gloom and doom and all things bad
Maybe now I'll sleep peacefully
Finally rest
And hope to wake up
A new person
Not flawless
No
That's not what I ask to be
Just undamaged
Just whole.
Form:
Don’t Walk
It is always on the other side
Head between the traffic
Where you catch the glimpses
Other side where pavement has the greener edges
Never step on
Or tread between the cracks
Not that the harsh air doesn’t push
Soft iron nail pressed with a thumb
Till the outer layer on a cardboard tack
Yields with its paper ripped
Dumb
The hollow surfaces eat from within
Naked satisfaction slithers away
To its masked grimace
Hidden inside the little red flash man
Don’t walk
Never step on the cracks
Or tread between
There is no such thing as mercy
Crossing is illusory
No other side this side as far away as it can be
Its touch a blank advert
A myths depravity
Calling from its chained
Erosion of blood
No memory
No memory of the skin thick nail
Driven into those gagging throats
But like passers-by
There it chokes
Now never seen on the other side
The other side
Where lives rescind their isolation
Without undamaged conscience
Head between the traffic
Never tread on the cracks
Or step between
Don’t walk