Best Undrawn Poems
Like melodies from night leaves sent over
Above the pebbled rivers, her hooves float
Across glens with misty drops of clover
Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats
The sleeping land with birdcall's silver notes
A flash, perhaps, between a pine and fir
A starlit ghost, gone as the sunlight stirs
A fabled murmur, unseen and undrawn
Glimpsed as stillness where moons and mornings blur
The gray mare who carries the dappled dawn
2/04/22
D Forms - Dizain contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
First Place
Poem of the Day, 2/06/22
Categories:
undrawn, horse, morning, night,
Form:
Dizain
Incandescence flows from the very core.
To say, a handful of innocent dust,
Transcending into giant stars that soar.
In a jiffy I’m captured in the gust.
Myriad of colours bring sky alive,
Wanton eyes defeat coward ears, to feast
Upon designs undrawn to time, that thrive
To awaken passion in dormant beasts;
Unraveled emotions set me aflame.
Intellect admonishes a presage.
Deaf to all voices who would dare to blame,
I’m set to welcome the divine message.
Placed 8 for contest 206 any form, any topic, max 12 lines - Brian Strand
Total number of syllables: 120
10 syllables per line – 12 lines.
Rhyme: abab cdcd efef
Categories:
undrawn, emotions, firework, passion,
Form:
Quatrain
I am bold, they say. Living life, out loud.
They can't even fathom how much I doubt.
Can't imagine the self conscious monster
that strangles me from the inside out.
Who is this creature
deemed worthy to play a man?
Why am I so scared
to institute process eliminated plan?
Every time I glimpse light
through my calloused, cracked cocoon,
I recoil into my dark solace.
What if I fail, or if it's too soon?
Is life's twilight simply fire's light?
A dying campfire we huddle around?
Chasing shadows of warmth through life's night?
Set standards, as embers, mesmerizing sight?
Dawn that final day bringing only gray.
Not of the hairs of our head,
but years of wasted youth
laying as ashes amongst the dead?
Yet...I sit crippled, in safety.
Rejecting life's sweet tryst.
Tearing at my self imposed prison.
Tired of missing, for what might be missed.
I just want to be.
I just want to be me.
I just want to be free.
I want to be free to be the me that's me.
I will be the weed.
As others park on that even grade,
their measured space in life's lot;
I will fracture earth and stone.
A life learned that can't be taught!
I will choke the stoney pillars
that form the sides of my cell!
I will grow! I will blossom,
before the ringing of death's bell!
My answer to the daily query.....
What are my future plans?
How does this ship sail ahead?
My past is gone.
My future undrawn.
I'm a free man, living!
until they pronounce me dead.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
undrawn, art, beautiful, character, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Footprints
yet to be made
undo a pristine winter shore.
Nothing for neap tide to make undone
in a lorn quarter moon.
Do not dance me in shimmers off
moonlit incoming wake.
My hands are empty and yours
undrawn.
My feet are numb with tardy
and
Time
has shown itself
without pity.
Heartbeats are counted and written
in the Book.
Dear God, let them be mine.
Not yours.
Categories:
undrawn, friendship, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
Soul Survivor
Across the long aisle of dawn
At cost of the core of my soul
Through dense fog I stumble as pawn
In search of long humbled bell toll
Seeking life lines long undrawn
Erased from the tear covered scroll.
Perhaps in a vision I seek
New maps to awaken my past,
Give voice to the bells, let them speak
Un-darken the shadows yet cast
Make sense of the lines that now streak
Cold parchment that I must hold last.
7/12/21015
submitted to – Quatrets – Poetry contest
sponsor – Isaiah Zerbst
Categories:
undrawn, family, history,
Form:
Quatrain
Stand down
In his bedsit he sits and waits.
Tears fall as he remembers his mates.
In his bedsit alone and forlorn,
No one notices the curtains undrawn.
In his bedsit,amid the damp and squalor,
He can still hear his sergeants holler.
In his bedsit, he sits and stares,
Remembering the noise amid the flares.
The whistle blew and he saw every man,
Go over the top, into bullets they ran.
He too went into that man made hell,
Seeing his comrades fall under the hail,
Running and crawling in the red mud,
Over the wire he went, fear in his heart,
Seeing friends fall and get blown apart.
How he survived those times he doesn't know,
While thousands died both friend and foe.
But survive he did and at last came home,
To walk down his street feeling so alone.
Many years have passed and age takes it's toll,
No one asks him now, talk of war is so droll.
What did you do in the war? No one cares,
No one remembers the old guy upstairs.
So in his bedsit, he sits and waits alone,
For someone to say " Soldier, here is your crown".
Your orders have come for you to stand down.
© Dave Timperley in Remembrance of War, 2018
Categories:
undrawn, conflict, courage, remembrance day,
Form:
Rhyme
The Map Undrawn
Written in the snow,
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent.
The way to heaven...
is seen,
fleeting in its passing,
like a dream.
Unquestioned,
by the faithful.
Celebrated,
by the hopeful,
ever thankful.
His mercy!
Prayerful,
and diligent
the remnant remain.
Categories:
undrawn, angel, cancer, candy, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
Walking in the cold void,
Armies retreating in paranoid...
Families living in pride,
Flag honouring the patriotic souls...
Medals of honour for the call of duty.
Cold War marking the momentum,
Pearl harbour in the backdrop...
World War warning the after war...
Soldiers abandoning their rifles,
Survivors muffle the scuffles...
United Nations hoisting peace,
United we are,
Undrawn the divisions...
Categories:
undrawn, adventure, faith, war, world,
Form:
Free verse
STALKER
I rue the darkness
follows me
‘neath faded yellow
streetlights
surrounded by the dance
passing shadows
leery
of soft lights.
I fear the demons
that I seek
to keep at bay
the demons that
I flee.
I lurk
beneath an undrawn
curtain
center stage
no lights
no lines
no audience.
I blend
into the shadows
lonely figures
grays and blacks
retreating
into darkness.
I stalk a man
gone
too far, too long
stalking
the demon
stalking
me.
©11/7/2017
submitted to – STALKER – Poetry Contest
Categories:
undrawn, betrayal, fear, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
All honor to him who shall win the prize
The world has cried for a thousand years
But to him who tries and who fails and dies
I give great honor and glory and tears.
O great is the hero who wins a name
But greater many and many a time
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame
And lets God finish the thought sublime.
And great is the man with a gun undrawn
And good is the man who efrains from wine
But the man who fails the thought sublime
Lo! he is the twin-born brother of mine.
Categories:
undrawn, faith, hope, inspirational, visionary,
Form:
Epic
It echoes as if it is a tomb
This once upon enlightened room
The chalk and dust are so long gone
The faces of friends became undrawn
She too, my other, is no longer around
The leaves of lore are colored brown
Always I look but I cannot find
The busy stranger erasing my mind
Categories:
undrawn, age,
Form:
Rhyme
All honor to him who shall win the prize,
The world has cried for a thousand years,
But to him who tries and fails and dies,
I give great honor,glory and tears.
Oh, great is the hero who wins a name,
But greater many and many a time,
Some pale-faced fellow who dies in shame,
And lets God finish the thought sublime.
And great is the man with a gun undrawn,
And good is the man who refrains from wine,
But,the man who fails the thought sublime,
Lo! he's the twin brother of mine.
Categories:
undrawn, hope, life, people, uplifting,
Form:
Epic
WHEN RELIGION BECOMES
YOUR OPIUM
When religion becomes your
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn
to mosque then lie in fever flu
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices cringing crying
You chant morning to night
wrapped in dirty linen blights
mantras channelled centuries
ago resin rosary threadbare
kitabs torn, curtains undrawn
biscuits crumbled alongside
salted slippers prayer coats
ghostly watch blustery blinkers
Your heart remains judgement
tight with rusty mental railway
lines unbuckled only to fight
canaries flown from stilted
cages wire worn walls
cracking ceilings catalysing
You speak in unremitting
riddles try not to scream
at dismal doors knitted beard
knotted knives of seamen
gambles enticing lovers of
yesteryear who remain
embedded in elbow joints
as you catch rain in
buckets of shame
You refuse to let in visions
of New Earth as this opium
mix targets rude roaring fire
planets in unrelenting fear
colour remains brown black
tinges of diseased blood
slowly trickle teary
tattered trousers torn
This drug is an only taste
angels fly past in haste
fezzes stuck on mothy mat
knows no soapy skyline sighs
underpinned by judgement
made in desert ritual fears
God knows no such forlorn
framed jibbas or jibe jihads
Opium can open too
tunnels into tortoiseshell
havens of heather or healing
hearths when heart is given
a hexagon hello helix
headwaters can heady rush
or opium can merely remain
the sniffing powder in
your box
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2016
Categories:
undrawn, 12th grade, deep, god,
Form:
Alliteration
Let the ringlets be,
Our amulets are flambé,
Splash the rum in the ocean,
Brash your heart to glean,
Burghal of the stunted inamorato,
Sensational swain knocking the blistering moderato,
Reveal into my arms,
Sheal the harms,
Heal the rainstorm charms,
Predawn our attachment,
Wiredrawn the moment,
Undrawn the maladjustment,
I love you ardently,
You, truelove diffidently.
Categories:
undrawn, addiction, heartbreak, i love
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
undrawn, 4th grade, anxiety,
Form:
Ballad