Best Unearth Poems


Behind the Mask

Behind the mask there is a frail and fragile me
Enigmas clothed in conundrums; that the naked I can’t see

'Behind the mask is concealed, my authenticity
Examine my history to unravel my perplexing mysteries

Behind the mask it is unseen paralyzing, piercing pain
With arrogance and self-assurance camouflaging the shame

Behind the mask is hidden my true Identity.
Seek and survey the signs of my obscurity

Behind the mask is veiled a heart that’s been broken
Held together by unexpressed resentment and animosity unspoken 

Behind the mask is where my insecurity hides,
Like realism wrapped in riddles, you must read between the lines

Behind the mask is where I cover my falling tears
Dig just below the surface and you’ll unearth my crippling fears

Behind the mask there are cloaked secrets unexplained and untold
Decipher the symbols to crack my encrypted codes


Behind the mask you’ll uncover my True expressions 
Remove and reveal parodies, and expose the false impressions

Behind the mask, it is hidden, my Individuality.
Not acting out some script of who I’m thought to be

Behind the mask is obscured my, vulnerability
 Suppressing the mounting manifestation of the inner me

Behind the mask it is disguised, my true reflection
Underneath open wounds inflected by rejection 

Behind the mask rest crushed and shattered dream
Where fear muzzles roaring whispers and screeching silent screams

Behind the mask is buried, my stolen youth
Deception, and cover-ups, masquerading as facts and truth

Behind the mask is where I screen the confusion
Look close and you’ll find, trickery and deception, draped in fantasy and optical 
illusions

Behind the mask it’s stifling; it is hard for me to breathe,
The walls of deceit  that i have built ,are quickly  closing in on me. 

I am trapped behind facades of smirks and phony smiles.
So may I please remove this mask just for a little while?

Chiquita Baity

Touch Me, Dream Weaver

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..
...
Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks


                                                 Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
                                                     let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
                                                           so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
                                                                     Unravel my wrinkled mind,
                                                                 smoothen it, breathe new life
                                                                           with your magic touch
                                                                                    Let me feel you,
                                                                                     Dream Weaver
                                                                                                     Visit
                                                                                                       me...
                                                                                                             ..
                                                                                                              .






Date posted: April 25, 2011  6:40am

Premium Member Stone In the Cold-3

I face the final test of nature's truth.
The nights coming fast, I travel unheard.
The reverence I feel, was born in my youth,
tempered by sage, burnt offerings for birds.
Tormented by brambles whose thorns I collect
I come to remains of struggles long gone,
feathers and crushed bone, on these I reflect.
I'm hoping once more, my arms are still strong.
A pine marten scurries, close to my step,
the sweet scent of birch gum, his claws unearth.
My arrow's still sheathed, for creeks I have leapt.
Though I grow cold, my spirit is re-birthed.
Tracks at the creek, the water I savor
the thicket moves, my aim must not waver.



01/25/14


Unity In Diversity

Unity in Diversity
We together as a nation
We can break the cycle of deprivation
We can put an end to this situation
We can get back Earth its sensation
Let there be cultural variation
Let there be innovation
New aspirations
And inspirations
Let there be useful creations
Let us unearth
Our true earth
Let's respect the place where we got our birth.

Premium Member Field of Flowers and Stones

Lasting memories haunt a tearful mind
How distant the dreams that no one owns
Etched marble, another name to remind
Lay in silent fields of flowers and stones

To search for days that will never be
unearth youthful years that quickly passed
To stand in a field where soldiers are free
know their torment is over at last

Eyes flow freely at a stone so cold
Brushing her hand across a marble name
fingers tremble for a son she can't hold
years to live with the pain she'll claim
Handed a flag that eight soldiers fold
Knowing her son will never grow old

2/18/15

Premium Member Will I Be Wise

If I go to the library each day
and seek out the knowledge there on display,
reading all the newspapers, come what may;
and listen to what others have to say?
Then, will I be wise?

If I let the children teach me their way,
drop my inhibitions, and learn to play,
asking old folks before they slip away;
their secrets, to keeping doldrums at bay?
Then, will I be wise?

If I study nature's wondrous array,
questioning space and the stars as they lay;
or unearth ancient pottery of clay
revealing treasures of buried Pompeii?
Then, will I be wise?

If I demystify ancient Cathay,
deciphering riddles of yesterday;
and evoke all the prophets when I pray,
absorbing all that their teachings relay?
Then, will I be wise?

If I condemn all wars, strife, and melee,
voicing my objections without delay,
while upholding truths I'll never betray;
and find the courage to walk from the fray?
Then, will I be wise?


If I Ruled the World of Words

If I ruled the world of words
I would empower that refined bond
Wave gracefully my magic wand
And into ploughshares beat swords.
*****
I would invoke all the Muses of poetry
With the truest of voices, in a fervent chant
To cast a spell on souls and every quill enchant
And serve Art attain beauty and glory.
*****
If I ruled the world of words
I would feed its soil and clear it of weeds
Unearth all its fields and sow the finest of seeds
And reap an ink stirred by divine hummingbirds.

Premium Member Be Amazed

Be amazed by your strength,
it was given to you before your name was spoken.
Your strength is adored by many;
those who knew of your arrival.
They waited, patiently, knowing you are their merit.
Humble, mighty people who paved your way.
You stand on their shoulders, forever looking high.
Never turning back, only to regain their strength.
They walk with you; still, hold your head high,
for many are aimed to follow.
Steady your pace, walk on their green earth.
Know their steps, and unearth unturned stones, lessons are to be learned.
Be amazed by your strength;
It was given to you before your name was spoken.

Diary of a Twisted Primate

a scandalous secret gnaws
at the epicenter of my being
threatening to unearth
score pillars of dirt
upon which my world is built

gilded in reverence,
vaingloriously lauded
and parlayed to ascend sacred rungs
beyond the license of minions,
the legend grows
and grows
and grows

and though I know
my storied steeple,
as all things crooked,
will surely crumble someday,
I pray that it shall stay

erect

an irreverent crown;
a reaming tower of pisa
steeped in piety,
the envy of my faithful throng

preserved

to shatter the innocence of your delicate young…

~ Pablo
© James Paul  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member An Excavation

                        In the corridors
          of my mind and endless passages
I hold the scars that are the road map to my soul
and where words thrown at me and used as weapons
                        dwell in the cracks.
Fear and sorrow are like chains holding me prisoner
and I must exhume them from the darkness
      disinter and expose them
            from vast deep voids where they hide
                         in the fissures.
And the drum of time is beating and I must pierce
       through the hollow shadows to dredge up
                         this cancer twining  !

                        The path is endless
            as I dig and chip at the darkness
leaving no door and no emptiness unchecked 
as I follow all the contrived tunnels and atriums
                       as time is ticking.
The forest of my life is at stake and my sky is gray
but this is an excavation unfathomable
      oh, through chambers silent
            no matter how difficult and weary
                       I will crawl seeking.
This fear and sorrow is holding me back from being me
            so, I will leave no rock unturned      
                       for I must unearth ... 
                           the darkness dwelling within me !

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June 21, 2021


Poetry/Verse/An Excavation
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1365-926-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France 

Written for the Standard contest, This or That, Vol. 4
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 07/27/2021

First Place

The Man In the Moon

The sun is distant now; lowering its gaze upon me to a mere blanket of obscurity. 
The sea is calm but still tantalisingly sinister and threatening. 

The silence is hostile, I am cold and alone - each breath I take is an intricate requisite.
I am sceptical, burdened with misplaced ideals, unconvinced I will ever unearth the vitality within myself. 

Kneeling on the edge of my own existence, I wait for a voice to utter my path,
The man in the moon offers me a reluctant and hesitant grin as he watches over me. I'm too incompetent to counter the gesture. 

My inability in offering a tear is poignant for us both - He understands me. It is beautiful.

Premium Member Elasticity

When guilt 
collides with my pleasure
and pain is too hard to measure
Escape is the elastic tether
that accompanies 
my sensual physical bender

Tock tick tock
my emotional drop
for a second 
hands feel time stop
Flipping out
as I body flop 
liking being on the bottom
her bouncing on top
surrounding my need
with her hunger spot

Brown eyes 
Black hair
I love touching her everywhere 
especially there
I enjoy drowning 
while being fully aware
My eyes reveal my selfish 
while in that moment I don’t care
It feels like my sad is no longer there
as at her beauty I ravenously stare

She helps me 
feed my need
as I release my seed
In that moment 
a feeling of ecstasy 
my illusion of being freed
I catch my breath
feeling my thoughts begin to bleed.
It seems even my sweetie 
can’t unearth this weed.
Deep down I know
what I truly need.


A small note to explain the last line. During times of stress I am inclined to use physical aspects of our relationship to help silence my inner turmoil. At those times I would do better to look to God to calm my spirit. The physical can only temporarily satiate me.

Premium Member Digging For Answers

A debris  engulfs this mind
when a chuckle, a pirouette, a dream
ransacks  wired thoughts--
and for once, I am a shrill :
Though  weight presses on  hardened back,
images  dig   dig through shovels of the past
to unearth replays from a year ago--

This breath throbs  knowing not
how this grill of questions might assuage
brief  frolics , as I look at birds migrate,
for whatever it is…

two parts from my heart of spade
remain divided ,  asking --

dear  time,must I linger on
or forget a sister's once childhood romp?
Night withers amiably
still,  the raking in my head persists, unless …


~
3.08.2019
A Scraping Of Shovels for john lawless

Premium Member Black Folks Got Rhythm

Black folks got rhythm
full movements
undeterred, and
flexible as four winds.
How low can we go?
with limbo
it's in our hands
with early rising;
planting seeds of joy,
washed in ray of hope -
we dance on sturdy grounds
with gems to unearth.
The whole world watch and wait
what instruments of weight and
measure will bring us together?
Once upon a time we reeled,
like dervishes; only we were ship wrecked!
the wave of One Hand,
we now stand like those chosen,
at the parting of the sea.

Living In Solitude

She lives in solitude
She can’t be like the multitude
            She loves to withdraw into her snuggery

Not as a form of frailty,
But for a sense of purpose
And but just her nature
And not only a nature,
          It’s become her conduct


They thought she’s too indifferent
But no! it’s how she’s wired
          Created to be a recluse


Ask me of that reserved lady
Who loves to stay aloof
And just under her roof
She doesn’t give a damn, even if she doesn’t move
Cos she’s always caught up, 
          Caught up living her dreams


Everyone’s eager
Just as anxious to know
What she’s always up to
And right in there she is,
Overwhelmed with passion
Either reading or writing
          Just living her dreams!


And naysayers are here!
It’s not good to be alone they say
And fine I see, she tells them,
Being alone and being solitary,
          I’m sure these two are different


You’re alone when there’s no one for you 
Or when you’ve got no purpose
But being solitary is so intentional
She does so to unearth the best,
          Just the best in her


There’s something still screaming!
Deeper on the inside
Girl you’re yet to blow!
Just keep DIGGING!
And please just FIND me!


Just ask me of that lady
That sweet and cozy baby
I’m proud to say I’m her!!!


 
                       (Here’s just a glimpse of my lifestyle,  just to encourage youths, please spend your alone time well)

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