Best Undone Poems
I was only four,
when Blackie my dog died.
My dad ran my best friend over,
yes it was a horrible accident.
I was only seven,
when my loving cat died.
I found her dead from eating a lizard,
the lizard was coming out of her mouth.
I was in my twenties,
when I got the call.
Your dad is dying,
will I make it in time.
My heart has been broken many times,
feeling like pieces of glass cutting it apart.
Each time my heart was undone,
it could not be made new again.
An undone heart will last forever,
never to be fixed again.
Hold your heart in love,
protect it at all cost.
On this Sunday I serve my Lord
His ways are true
His love is reward
I knew as a boy he saved my soul
gave me life
made me whole
His love is everything
my heart has changed
In him is forgiveness
my future arranged
God's plan was perfect
His Word was sent
to redeem our souls
our death to prevent
our way to heaven
is through his Son,
His blood covers all
and
is
N-E-V-E-R U-N-D-O-N-E.
Written by John Aaron Green
1-8-12
Randolph Riggs was a house cleaner
who hungered for Mrs. McGleaner.
He made an advance
and unbelted his pants.
It's been ages since he's seen her.
He's left me. I'm coming undone -
like linen on a spinning wheel
much in need of still being spun.
Half-cloth, I'm feeling unreal.
In need of completion, I'm lost.
He's left me. I'm coming undone.
as if to brusque winds I've been tossed.
i seek a sweet breeze. There are none.
His touch, like the warmth of the sun,
is gone. Only blackness i see.
He's left me. I'm coming undone.
Dark waters are swallowing me.
He gave me no cause for mistrust.
Vibrant was i when we'd begun.
But now I am turning to dust.
He’s left me. I’m coming undone.
I stand in a corner
with a flickering soul
reminiscent of a sentinel
standing apt in a full armor suit,
now rusting at the seams,
Like an abandoned lighthouse
on a deserted isle
with a whirling glowing eye
scouring the choppy water
for the lost souls
amid gathering fog
and a foreboding storm.
No sirens of the sea
have sung in recent times
to lure those lost at sea
to their rocky coast.
she wears the blues
like well worn shoes
they got her this far
detox, unglue, undo
why stagnate, why cling
ego has caged pristine soul
free it now, for spirit seeks to sing
.
There once was a garden in Thomaston
But all the hidden flaws show now in sun
Bombarded by winter cold
Delicate Easter dress bold
Became frozen, tattered, falling undone
Now that lovely garden in Thomaston
Back in early spring's golden rays of sun
Rose blooms, tulips open tips
Flawless are flowers no thrips
Remember Rose Trellis_ love's embrace spun
There once was a freshman from Thomaston
In ignorance wanted to have just fun
When facing failing grades
Played even more arcades
His higher education now undone
Syllables: 7-10 lines 1,2, and 5(10)
5-7 syllables lines 3, 4(6)
Written: July 09, 2015
Inspired by Andrea's contest..
Quote chosen that was written by Mark Twain: "Education is the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty"..
I told Cupid to halt his arrow
I wasn’t trying to fall in love;
when I was in sorrow.
He was so understanding,
He hatched his bow and went about his business
It took me a while to realise I didn’t like colour.
Black was majestic it strengthened my soul.
I met Lyssa the goddess of anger,
Told her she was blocking my view,
I wanted to watch my happiness descend
And she went AWOL,
Never had met her match so she wasn’t trying to be burned.
Moving at my pace, I saw my past.
It flashed by me, I swear it was a whirlwind of emotions.
Seeing my clutches, tears, laughter, anger, sorrow
I knew I was never selfish.
So why didn't I feel a pulse.
Apollo came, with his golden lyre he played the blues.
He said bury yourself in music, bury yourself in writing.
So I did, I soured among the clouds,
I almost touched the stars.
My soul was free, my head was clear.
I was a little more selfish.
Hecate came, with her aura of calm.
I felt myself crave solitude.
Time to myself, time to cut out the negative.
She said I could, so I did realising I loved it.
Seeing my life with new eyes,
I also saw a blessing.
With his charisma and his boldness,
I felt my knees go weak,
But I wasn’t trying to fall in love,
Elpis came with his bow of hope, he said you were losing your mate.
No journey can ever be completed alone.
So I took my journal and gave it to my blessing.
He said he wasn’t a reader but a believer.
my past was a measure of the weak,
Death was a given, life was a mystery
he wasn't trying to unravel it.
He saw my incompleteness and still adored me.
I told him I will be coming undone, I was not afraid anymore.
He took me with open arms and whispered he will never let me go
An applause roared around me but the curtain never closed.
Only roses and glitters buried my feet and body.
Showing me a light I had never seen before.
I felt blessed, I felt strengthened.
I knew I was getting there.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Sometimes life leaves things left undone
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Friday, July 23, 2010
Sometimes life leaves things left undone
and relationships suddenly come to an end
And it can literally be very confusing at times
Yet all the answers lie
deep within our minds
And those answers will be revealed
to us in there proper place and time
But we have to understand that there is a
purpose and a meaning
behind everything that has ever happened
That we may not be able to comprehend
But there are always lessons to be learned
from every situation that we have ever been in
Because life has always been one big classroom
You stand waiting everyday for new incoming, you see the technology standing your life
like a god, waiting for you to betray and your done, every man holds a passion for new
devices and new weapons, for then they cry jail for whom they killed, we all know this is
wrong, yet we love to see our hands full of misery and pain, breathing a life into
machines ain't funny, but every time mom, dad, granny, brother or sister are about to
leave to heaven or hell, oh you grab their soul by signing papers and putting their faded
and wrecked life into a machine, breath in and out they still gonna die, why is it so bad
to leave them rest forever in grave than putting them inside a room alone in a disordered
depression for they to keep on dying slower and slower, now you love technology right?
Then why when the soldiers went to war they died in dozens like pigs because of our enemy
have enough technology to kill them all, i saw in my country every time a soldier died
their family went crying and desperate screaming "Why?" Why you think they died? Because
god let a big missile fall on him or them? Selfish indeed...
We are letting it get to our head, we are making valuable starts go to waste, in this days
people do not go home very happy if they don't get what they want, i know how a man fights
for freedom and is not this way, the flag is striking us with it same ambition of fatal
destruction, i wish we can all go home one way or the other, alive! But the streets are
recklessly running in circles on same hell, same vision, is not like before that death was
the last chance, now no one is afraid of dying, that's why people are killing them self's
and killing others, we need fear to coats us again? Or accept our system has blind us to
for money? We been sold for priceless try outs...
I just wish the end comes better than i see it coming.
She breathes heavily
The sand bag
rocks
tilts
it stops
she chokes
gasping
engulfing wisps of air
Sweat running down her body
She screams
love me he says
Smiling
She laughs
She looks down
To the her torn and bloodied knuckles
A ring that was required upon her hand
The diamond smeared with scarlet blood
Tears stream down her face
She eyes the gym
It's Empty
her mouth begins to move
She mumbles
Why !
why!
Why did I agree?...!!!
She walks away from the sand bag
She enters the gyms bathroom
her minds contemplation
beyond the control of containment
shouting ...
screaming...
What is it...!!!
uggghhh
im to afraid to convey even share
its this
its that
its this secret
What im doing it is wrong…
her body trembles
I don’t love him…!!!
Remember
Remember
The money ….
Im, just doing it for the money….!!!
Father said ...
Father said....
The consumption of her guilt
Its Reigns it embeds
through out her heart
Throughout her mind
I told father ....??!!!
I had been undone
I have been undone
I am undone
The angel he had dissented
the demon he emerged
she looks at herself in the mirror
her blues eyes filled of water
she bends down
she covers her face
with her hands
she screams
I am undone
The road you started, you left not undone
You have risen with the morning sun
We give thanks to you Lord for taking away the sin
For all the glory, we know you have won
The road you started, you left not undone
You rose wth the new morning sun
We give thanks to you Lord for all you have done
The wine and the bread to remind us
We drank in one accord
The road you started, you left not undone
You have broken the bonds
And have lifted us taking us home
Upon the road you left undone
When some things
are left undone
Written By Dean Masciarelli
August 4, 2010 (2:37pm)
When some things
are left undone
Between you
and a loved one
And you know that
everything
will be coming to an end
Between you and them
It is far better to
explain things
to the other person
If you have
any
respect for them
Because after
you are gone
At least they would have
a better understanding
why everything went wrong
And it will make it much
easier for them to move on