Best Undisturbed Poems
I feel your pain like it was mine
Having an ability to see your soul
If you hurt and can't speak
Sit here with me for I am fluent
in silence
And if your ghosts from the past
leave you sleepless then know that
I will be there to watch over you
taking the first shift so
Sleep will go undisturbed
Our tragedy in life is not death
but what we let die inside of us
Remember that you do not
only live once
we die once but we live everyday
we only need one friend
who will be there for
us always regardless
keeping our ghosts at bay
when we feel we can't go on
To allow us to rest when
we are too weak
2nd place
Contest:Your best free verse from 2019'
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Date:10/4/2019
Categories:
undisturbed, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
The ignorant ones claim,
I'm full of petty problems,
a slave to the darkness,
but if only they had seen
how I've slaughtered
malicious demonic sea creatures
that slithered along my spine,
undisturbed nor provoked.
You are the singing sunrise
to my sultry sunset,
weaving silver sonnets
from beige ballads
seducing my spirit
into sweet slumber—
igniting nocturnal
Novembers with
crimson showers
upon sepia stems,
because It's no longer
the climatic chaos I fear,
it's the calm you've crafted,
continuing to be
my constant comfort.
Your devotion adds
color and clarity in my once
monochrome existence,
as you've polished
the dimmed stars in my eyes,
they now glitter like
shimmering fireflies,
a reincarnation
of the strength
from Freyja's tears,
after you kissed them
with your silken soft sagas.
When the days begin
to dawn upon dreary dusks
you've aromatized my
universe with summer scents.
Thor's thunder could
not demolish our
kind of spring as
our celestial spirits
float around the nine realms.
A part of you will
forever rhyme as
clusters of couplets
fated to be,
the rest of you flow
like simple stanzas
of empathic free verse.
As my story will make
Odin ashamed, and
Fenrir cry, so when all
the beauty of butterflies
congest my throat,
preventing me from
pouring dreams of
stardusts upon
your selfless quill…
always remember us
for the times we swayed
and enclasped into
our own silhouette,
running from the
stormy disarray of society’s
serpentines,
swimming in Satanic
sapphire seas.
Whilst the debt I owe
for your generosity will drown
me in endless poetry,
floating on metaphors
without blueprints,
keeping the vampires
from Beelzebub's door,
releasing me from the
chains of uncertainty …forevermore.
Categories:
undisturbed, feelings, miss you, myth,
Form:
Free verse
My cherished one...
Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper
in the silence of my room.
The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill
help me to remember, outside is cold and vacant too.
Here I lay , on my dark brown couch
like on other nights and many afternoons.
Here I stay ,undisturbed ,with a pen in my left hand
Provoked to put black ink to paper
Seduced to write down unconscious thoughts
Terminal thoughts and deepest aches
wrapped in the echo of your absence.
If only you 'd knew , my rose was not seasonal
Its crimson still bleeds ,like in yesterdays , now gone.
Its perfume still lingers between forgotten postcards
and the impossibility of separation.
Its petals once blown , still float across the boundless ocean
The same ocean that moves ,that spreads breathlessly
between our lands , our lips and hands, but not our hearts
Nor the hundred fantasies that still reveal your footprints
along my distant winding paths .
Inspired by Adele's latest song - 'Hello '
Categories:
undisturbed, absence,
Form:
Free verse
This road is snake-like except
for the crusty scales of an intestinal
late dusk. A boy treaded on the
lane tracks lean and nomadic...
burnt shoulders grilled and toasted by
the sun, as if his coal skin sparked like
burning diamond weeds. In a flash, a tender
sorcery poured in my veins. There and then,
I longed to whisper a tune, play the tambourine or
partake of the loaf in my sack with him.
But he waited for paper clouds to ruffle his hair,
seemingly undisturbed by pilgrims like me
holding unto holy relics and bones of night. The gauze
shirt as his frock winged with the silver winds,
windblown stroking my ebony tresses with a whisper
hushed by his delicate omnipresence.
In a dimly lit bus, sand wheezed tribal notes
moist on my eyelids uprooted by uncontained
temples of longing, now becoming thick
as woolen destiny. If only for a flicker of time,
his eyelids met mine so briefly... parting saline dust
of sacred, smiling gazes. I was inside a cell
of a wombed bus. He was outside enlarged by a
hundred stars exploding dewdrops, inviting eternity.
For a fraction of silence, we met somewhere
between the fluorescent of our twin eyes. He, the angel
first fondly encountered ; I, the dreamer ever bewildered…
I remember...I was five.
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(( P.D.'s " your Own Favorite Poem
by nette onclaud))
Categories:
undisturbed, mystery, uplifting
Form:
Lyric
It wasn't love they needed
It was a night of passion they yearned for
One feverish touch
One delicious kiss
and it was a blaze of flame
they could not resist
She was in a high fever to touch and feel all of him
He was on fire ready to explode needing her ever most
They need not the light on
They just need each other
In the dark
In the bed
There they explore undisturbed
There they found pure satisfactions
She lay shamelessly smiling
He, holding on to her happily
Smile
Akkina R Downing
7-12-17
Categories:
undisturbed, happiness, lust, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Behind our house, below the deck
with its pleasing benches and sylvan view,
the back yard we have descends steeply
to a little stream called Chimacum Creek.
It is September, so the Creek’s waters
are shallow, so shallow that
little music from its ripple and flow
rises to meet our eager, listening ears above.
Any day now, the waters will surrender
their serenity and in noisy salute
yield to thrashing thunder,
as salmon spawn and meet their demise.
Sheltering us there from summer’s heat
and winter’s chilled and rainy drench,
a little family of barred owls often call and beg,
their nocturne nearly undisturbed by our home's intrusion.
Outside, my wife stands in solitary contemplation,
for this is her temple, and she its worthy guest.
Yet the minutes and hours pass so slowly now,
as grief stands weary watch with her.
We had grown so accustomed to our dear child’s
heartened ways, as ever eager to greet us
at morning’s hesitant, uncertain dawning glow
as at evening’s surrender to curl upon our bed to sleep.
Jet black hair and soft green eyes—her special dance
each moment to delight us so, we had never ever
thought today would bring us only fading echoes of
all we held so dear in this sweet and tender form.
No matter that she had a tail and two more legs than us,
she lived and loved and spoke with such eloquence
and grace, the best of us were shamed.
Angels withheld not their envy and begged for her return.
So grieve with us a moment, for fled is now
that little feline snowflake in our hand.
My rhyme is vanished; my muse is stilled.
Shadow was her name.
Categories:
undisturbed, pets,
Form:
Free verse
In silence, undisturbed tonight,
how softly, deeply Winter creeps,
imparting token mounds of white.
In silence, undisturbed tonight,
Full Moon, who casts pearlescent light,
is keeper of a world that sleeps
in silence undisturbed tonight.
How softly, deeply Winter creeps.
Posted 12/30/09, my 8th post after
I joined right before Christmas of that year!
For Brian Strand's
ANY POEM FROM YOUR FIRST 100 ON PS
any form/any theme max 15 lines Poetry Contest
Categories:
undisturbed, naturewinter, winter,
Form:
Triolet
I can still see the aura of my favorite tree
Standing there tall, green, healthy, and strong,
In the bloom of its summer glory,
Before the scourge of disease ravaged
It to the core of its beautiful trunk.
From my second balcony I could peer
Down to the top of its branches and see
Happy birds nesting undisturbed,
Not unaware of my presence, yet unafraid,
Singing and winging to my delight.
As the unknown pest slowly killed my
Beautiful friend I witnessed the skeletal shell
It had become, standing there, still, naked
And stark, pleading for the mercy of being
Returned to the earth of its motherly birth.
My heart broke the day we had to chop it down,
Knowing there was no way it could ever be revived.
Now there is an emptiness in its space...
And that emptiness is felt too, in my heart.
Now, every time I look out where that beautiful
Tree used to be, I want to cry.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Categories:
undisturbed, beautiful, dedication, friend, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
An angel smiled at me today,
I almost passed her by.
A tiny little slip-of-a-thing, swallowed by an oversized coat,
Face hidden by wind-tossed hair.
I wasn't thinking of whose she was,
Only that I was running late, vaguely annoyed at "whatever".
Unaware of passing lives also trapped in their own isolations.
Then I heard her laugh, freely, contagiously, the way I used to.
Fleeting resentment passed through my mind,
That I'd noticed. That I wanted to stop.
For a brief moment I was reminded of summer days, of climbing trees
And skinned knees.
Running through sprinklers and warm seas.
Memories made me stop and turn...
There she was.
Not more than six. Slipping between people who took no notice,
As if she was the mailbox on the corner.
Caught in her own sidewalk world of make-believe.
Chasing an unseen rainbow... and then she caught me watching.
Undisturbed, her face burst into a happy grin as laughter bubbled forth,
Her eyes glowing like Christmas morning.
Pushing the hair away that would not stay still, pausing in her solitary game.
That single moment when we took each other in seemed like lifetimes.
Something inside me quietly burst free.
I continued on my way, but the day seemed brighter.
Nothing had outwardly changed; I was still late, but I had the curious urge to skip to the corner;
To roll down a grassy hill and play hide and seek.
At the corner I turned just to see if she was still there,
To send her a silent thanks.
As if she heard, she turned... and an angel smiled at me, again.
Categories:
undisturbed, childhood, happy, imagery, joy,
Form:
I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest
The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept,
Where birdsongs rose, from scattered boughs, and echoed to the west
Moss grew to warm each foot with jade, while solemn trees had slept
--
I remember how the stately timbers, had leaned against the sky
I stood knee-deep in ancient times, my heart was on a quest
to riddle through the forest's mind, into a honeycomb of sighs
Each spire grew from sod and loam, and branches fell to rest
--
Shards of sun, bright fingerlings, had haloed 'round my head
Sparks shaved and thinned, by silver limbs, would reach to catch the sun,
Like candles tall, along the trail, the dust burned rust and red
It bounced with light, off fragile lattice, webs, and laces, spun
--
Asylum blessed, so undisturbed, exquisitely serene
My famished eyes were wide with awe, but yet was not my home
Beneath each leaf, beneath each limb, were tiny worlds unseen
With cushioned steps, I walked with care, for this was sacred loam
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Goethe Stanza
Categories:
undisturbed, nature, riddle,
Form:
Verse
. 1~
She walked ~ faint footprints left behind
A maiden's journey~a silent remind
of long-ago days in deerskin dress
A shelter of skins won under duress
She walks with wind along the Plains
Feeds quail and birds the corn remains.
Her voice, an octave or two below
returns their music as she sows
She prays for peace and for the rain
She wants her lover back again
and corn that reaches up so high
it paints the blue across the sky.
She wants those days before men came
took their children, killed their game
She wants the breezes in her hair
and mourns those days of little care.
~2~
An archaeologist~grave robber, some say
Yet before each dig, she takes time to pray
For this is where people lived and died
Birthed their young, laughed and cried
She finds the footprints under deep sand
Preserved for years by Nature's hand
And, next to them, some bits of corn
A wonderous find, and yet she's torn.
Put on display for tourists to stare
hallowed ground ruined, many despair.
A tug at her heart, the call of a bird~
She decides to leave site undisturbed.
As she moves on, she throws some corn
For quail and birds to feast upon
Perhaps nuggets will one day rise ~
As stalks so high they paint the skies.
Categories:
undisturbed, 12th grade, community, fantasy,
Form:
Couplet
To hunger for truth,
as lies feast on perception
sitting at the table with hope and desire
Where vanity is served in a cold glass of pride
until humility becomes drunk
and left to sleep undisturbed
To understand each portion served
is uncooked speculation,
that causes truth to become ill
as you cut away the difference
between right and wrong
To be obsessed by truth
is a thirst that can only be quenched
by its partaking and knowing its taste
the full body of its scent and flavor
It is not poured out of the bottle of maybe
that comes from the store of liars
that sell their wares of confusion
for their own purpose
If my obsession with truth
as I sit at this table is naive
let it be so
so that my soul may grow
from the nourishment of its purity
7/19/17
Categories:
undisturbed, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Before the stars were created,
there pulsar shined an infinity Light
in the primordial void
It shone soul supernova bright,
before the world ever was
Before this blue marble of green was made,
there moon glowed a celestial Son
Whose solar mercy was salvation poised
A Halo silhouette cast in the Genesis shade,
did cover every future confession
Blotting out sin-colored, Big Bang noise
The crimson wave blight
was preemptively cast out of sight
Before any blue wail was
In the evolutionary dawn of creation,
(that stellar parade of firmament praise)
Invisible parental eyes witnessed
the mirror image Light of perfection
No shadow of doubt existed
before the world was
Paradise tears were Eden formed
Adam and Eve naked fears
wouldn’t be the sunlit tilted norm
Maize inner darkness
(that bier hole in the bosom pale)
could have no purchase hiding place
to fallow tomb harvest
Only husbandry shining echoes were
cosmic background heard
Resurrection radiant words,
heavenly rooted in the revival future
Where bleating sounds now
graze Holy words undisturbed,
in luminance superb
After the old world was
candle light snub scrolled away
11-22-20
Categories:
undisturbed, allegory, religious, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
As
the
full moon
softly casts
its pearlescent light,
the world sleeps undisturbed tonight.
My heart throbs with yearning upon seeing Luna’s glow.
I see no star to wish on, but what I wish for is as distant from me as that moon.
Categories:
undisturbed, moon,
Form:
Fibonacci
The night is the blackest
and the coldest I've known.
The town, so small
it should not be called a town,
is still with its own malice.
I have grown weary of the city
but still, it is too still.
There is no moon
and there are no stars
and there are no clouds
to hide them from my sight.
Only unexplained dark.
The spine of the town
is a dirt road that I cannot see.
Just as well.
Pestilence has touched the land.
It drives the people
to rebellion or terror,
or cleverly reasoned apathy.
The townsfolk do not regard me,
nor should they;
they are depraved
and I am deranged
and between us we'd only
kick up a murderous fuss.
No streetlight shines
and no window glows,
here the people
are best left undisturbed.
How did I come to be here ?
No matter. Here I am.
In the still and in the dark
and in the otherworldly cold
I hear my bones rattling,
nearly, though not quite,
so nearly pleased to be alone.
16th July 2020
Categories:
undisturbed, death, depression, fear, introspection,
Form:
Free verse