Best Undecided Poems
Guessing has become the norm.
I was never certain of anything.
I just guess my way through the storm.
Can't blame anyone for losing faith.
It's all about survival, and no one likes to wait.
So, I guess I will be a Poet seeking fame.
But at the end of these words will you remember my name?
Maybe I will never make it,
Or maybe I will.
I guess Iam just guessing against my will.
Why can't I make a decision?
I guess, I guess, I have no opinion.
So, I guess I will be an artist, whatever that is.
Or maybe I will settle down with a wife and some kids.
Maybe I will be rich or some what poor.
But this I do know, I wont be guessing anymore.
Your heart is tardy,
hardly used except to whisper
words of courteous affection.
Passion takes a backseat with your
carefully selected styles of self-protection.
'I love you' hardly ever leaves your lips.
Is it fear of letting go that stills your
soul, or the fear you'll get too close
that keeps you undecided?
An undecided thought
took a stroll
always thought that half of me
wasn't me
Do you sometime feel as if that
muted voice
inside
is hiding something
just beyond your sight
An undecided thought
took a stroll
always thought that half of me
wasn't me
Do you sometime feel as if that
muted voice
inside
is hiding something
just beyond your sight
UNDECIDED HAIKU
Yesterday I know
but I don't yet tomorrow
I am in between.
© ron wilson aka veeb dosa the doylestown poet
I sit here and I feel undecided on what to do next with my life, tried many things but no interest comes to me.
When the motivation and standards were too much for me, I gave up
Where will I be next, what will become of me, I still do not know
The things I want are too much to handle and I don’t take it
Failure I feel, and it is worse when I do.
The goals I set fall out the door, it is my fault and I blame myself.
I feel worthless and I am a failure.
I sit here undecided on what to do next with my life.
A Slow drift in warm, slimy, stagnate waters that is what we have become.
He comes in the door and doesn't speak daily; He never asks me how I am.
His only response is no....
Just a touch in all the right time and places would mean so much.
The seven year itch has a hold on me accompanied by severe sadness that no pill
can hide.
Losing long time neighbors often has my clock ticking noticably by me.
Sickness and aging has a deep sadness gripping my heart. I know to hold on to
hope and make the day a blessing. Overwhelming pain takes my happy places.
Tomorrow......there is hope!
The bike you thought you wanted
Lies wasting in the yard
It now has weathered paint
And rusted handlebars
Briefly shown some favor
When it was brand new
Once thinking it unique
But changed your point of view
It never lost it's usefulness
It hardly stood a chance
You laid it down and walked away
A choice of circumstance
What made you change your mind
How could you be so fickle
It simply takes some time to learn
To ride a new bicycle
There’s a war going on in my heart each half fighting against its own two men want to call it
home how can it be that I have to choose when each man doesn’t want to lose they say
sweet things of love and affection but how long will I get away with out detection I cant keep
doing the things I do but when I see his eyes so blue I melt away to a place un known in his
arms my heart is stolen but there I see he has been un true and the other man has been like
no other faithful to his only lover I love both men but this threesome has to end I have to
brake ones heart in two its not some thing I want to do but in the end if I don’t stop I will be
the one to drop I think this thing called love is not for me there is to much responsibility to
think of another as well as ones own I would rather want to be alone that way I cant hurt
another but can one live with out a lover ?
Sister's are like blisters.
They hurt those misters.
Brothers are like candy
They choke on brandy
Mothers are like books
They mess with the crooks
Pets are like eaters
They bite the cheaters
Family is scary
Because their always Wary
We want the world to be they we see
With concrete jungles and plastic tree's
Nature retreating, the animals abused
trapped in cages only there to be used
Natures not always cuddly, it's not always kind
look a bit closer, you can be amazed at what you find
out of the cages the birds soar high
Lizards walk on water and fish will fly
Here the wolf with it's echo howl
at night will the wild cat prowls
battered and abused by humans cruel ways
Mind lurking elsewhere; Like the thief in the night
Inner thoughts trapped where bad is considered the best
Heartless soul that attacks the spirit
The gate way to heaven is nowhere to be seen
Mindless body that lurks for sin
Deeds that darken the light
Attempts to stop, but the feeling refuses
Inner ability to pray has failed, uncontested weakness has occurred
Sin rushes through my veins; day in and out
A call out to God has placed me on hold
Blind hands that hold nothing but the devils plate
My soul covered in mud like a pig in mud
Dirt follows me in the night it eats me alive
I trying to believe but my faith is weak
I knocking on faith’s door but nobody seems to be inside
Waking around in never land hoping to find me
I cry out to the bible, but my cries are silent
Open your heart oh lord as I kneel before you
People around me so distant that I see them no more
its not complicated how we feel
between embraces and the kisses we steal
from the broken heart to the heart that can heal
the love we have is hard to believe its real
She sits endlessly
Staring upon an empty sheet
Thoughts filling every fiber
Yet, the page remains blank
Chapters from a past
Novels for the present
Just dreams for the future
All locked away
Passions to describe
Memories to release
Within a head heavy head
Resting on weak shoulders
Self punishment is engulfed
Trembling hands refusing to type
To protect all
From my emotions
Illusions of control
Shattered by stupidity
Reality rising with the sun
Another day of contemplation
Demanding my eyelids close
To sleep
Decisions postponed
For yet another day
Whom shall I be today?
I've not the slightest clue
A child with his toys to play,
Or someone else--brand new?
A brat to never be forgiven:
To never see the sights of Heaven;
Never join my Christian brethren?
Oh, I pray it isn't true!
You, kindly nurse, my lips, please moisten
With whisky rye; I've picked my poison