Best Unembellished Poems
At times the cracks
within our souls
Are placed there for a
simple reason
Our lives possess
certain goals
Just assuredly as each
of the seasons
So we can find the one
who seals the cracks
Who molds us back into an
unembellished form
To be there for us picking
up what we lack
Becoming our thunder in
every brainstorm
That one person
who completes us
The light that shines
in our night skies
The one who gives
us undying love
When our soul cries
the one that replies
To finish each of our
incomplete sentences
There for us when we
become defective
Knowing each of our
own preferences
Even to know what is
our perspective
12/12/2020
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
unembellished, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The Crossroads of Life!
The crossroads of life—fate!
And there you wait.
For the sign that presents forth
The goals—that will guide your destiny.
The phrase is synonymous with challenge,
Bold adventure and decision-making
In achieving greatness,
Or to be the best that you are?
And yet, you hesitate.
What will people think?
How will you get ahead?
This response, you believe
To be both rational and precise
Is cowardly.
When opportunity knocks, you procrastinate!
This action deprives your soul of fuel:
By exaggerating fear with excuses,
Thereby avoiding the truth of consequences.
Case law has established precedents.
The name will stand
In the books unembellished, based on facts
Of articulate arguments waged in the courtroom
In the presence of peers!
Categories:
unembellished, allegory, destiny, fate, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
Categories:
unembellished, angst, anxiety, dark, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
As you read this poem, I’m mentally undressing you.
Word by word your protests drop to the floor.
Syllable by syllable I pare you down to honest flesh.
Utterance by utterance, your secrets are revealed
Until you’re nude, standing before me
Natural and unembellished, so you can truly appreciate
The intense sincerity of my words.
Then I’ll softly stroke your personal pronouns
And delicately fondle all your feminine articles.
I’ll take a most teasing interest in your superlative adjectives.
And for your pleasure, I’ll lovingly coordinate your conjunctions.
My linguistic interlocution will then slowly, slowly, slowly
Coax your previously in-transitive verbs to thrill
To multiple, unutterably intense and delicious
Spasms of orgasmic literary ecstasy!!!
And that’s just the table of contents.
P.S. Always practice safe text.
Categories:
unembellished, allegory, sensual, word play,
Form:
Blank verse
At times the cracks
within our souls
Are placed there for a
simple reason
Our lives possess
certain goals
Just assuredly as each
of the seasons
So we can find the one
who seals the cracks
Who molds us back into
an unembellished form
To be there for us picking
up what we lack
Becoming our thunder in
every brainstorm
That one person
who completes us
The light that shines
in our night skies
The one who gives
us undying love
When our soul cries
the one that replies
To finish each of our
incomplete sentences
There for us when we
become defective
Knowing each of our
own preferences
Even to know what is
our perspective
Categories:
unembellished, love,
Form:
Free verse
If I would be known as an advocate
Let it be for what’s just and fair,
As I see it, telling it right and straight
The truth is not in a lot of hot air!
In any case, I would much rather
Hear the story from original sources,
Unembellished with a lot of blather
So, let me rely on my own resources.
Opinion is opinion; news is news!
Tell me in plain terms what happened
Don’t give me any secondhand views,
Or try to persuade with a chart, and
Insult me with other “expert” points
I’m not interested in the sensational,
Your network’s biased viewpoints,
News should not be confrontational.
Tell me who, what, when, and where
Work your way from major to minor
Tell me the facts and leave it there,
For me, the evening news will be finer.
Written August 14, 2022
Categories:
unembellished, how i feel, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
I wandered round the lonely graveyard.
The few mourners did not bother to look at me.
I ought to know the paths so well
Ah there it was, unembellished as I had left it.
Silence reigned everywhere, except for some bugs
I began to wonder what I was doing there.
Then a small group of mourners appeared.
Four bored men carried a coffin, plain as can be.
The burial took very little time to carry out.
A priest mumbled a few prayers and all left.
Except for a woman all dressed in ebony black.
She shed no tears nor mumbled any prayer.
And then she left without one glace at me.
There on the slab someone left a picture frame.
Curiosity got the better of me and soon I saw
It was a picture of me. The slab opened
And I just entered my place inside and all was calm.
Fiction, just a ghost story
Categories:
unembellished, funeral,
Form:
Free verse
My soul is alive in giving!
My heart quenched through sharing!
I often questioned why or
when this all decided and
the prayers that confided?
How did life, through love
me bring. Hear,
outside the gates of paradise,
my talents
my thoughts
my desires
my works
my words
granted this Divine Blessing.
Rejoicing!
I remember continuous tears…
I remember ceaseless asking…
I remember countless prayers…
all for this.
For loving moments.
For grace.
For mercy.
For dreams fulfilled.
For wealth.
To be conduit of Good.
To be washed.
To be cleansed.
To be prepared.
To be shaped in Love’s Image.
And, die in Peace.
the cost?
Not until my soul was naked:
Shameless
Secrets told
Darkest deeds sold
Scared
Fearful
Repentant
Angst Augmented!
(I had to plough forth.
I had to work hard.
I had to shed myself. Off
the garments and out of the lairs of Hades
until I was an unembellished child): before
My Master - Only then did He take my hand and Wrote…
in that moment of treasured tranquillity…
words, thoughts, purpose, meaning, wisdom
shared by grace through mercy for me, this shattered soul.
Yes, my forgiving only I can tell.
My sins, ever before me. Yes, ever
with the knowing of what this means:
To be truly free;
To truly live;
To truly walk in the light of
one’s own choosing.
Leaps of faith and deep confessing.
Generation upon generational wrongs
like those songs,
laced with Surrender
laced with Imploring
laced with Nagging
laced with Sorrow –
Established, lest cries of Angels plead:
“God permit!”
Me,
philanthropist
poet
writer
producer
Touched by you:
I honour your space and your purpose in time.
I tread on petals when it’s your stint to slumber.
I herald your great deeds, for life does seed life.
I will embrace you in light, in laughter and in Love.
When you ask, I will forgive even if it be that
my human heart cries, the cries of babies gone soon.
I will help when you ask, even if just through prayer.
I will show you that I care, the best way I know:
“The Almighty bless you in Jesus Name. Amen.”
Fellow men,
women and children of this earth
All creatures created divinely -
I ask in Jesus Name that you love my work and sharing
in spite of this hand that holds the pen.
Categories:
unembellished, prayer, thank you,
Form:
Free verse
All things must be brought into this world, one way or another.
Humans, cats, and octopi too.
Unadorned, unembellished plant pot,
Holds the key to a new life.
Tendrils filled with hope, reaching up and up and up again.
A lamp, now antique, still has that magic.
It brings life of its own into the world, a light in the dark.
A pen, flowing with ideas, waiting to be compiled.
Built upon a foundation of crisp paper,
Sturdy as ever, though it is frail.
One way or another, all things must be brought into this world.
Categories:
unembellished, birth, blessing, change, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...
Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...
Categories:
unembellished, autumn, hope, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
The Box
I lept out from the box
then promptly thereafter,
I sensed the bearing of iron,
flick flit arrested eyes to study,
imagined it be journey's end,
'twas a lit past to ponder
an encrypted life lived.
~0~
A stained-glass existence,
purposed distractions drafted into
some colorful repose upon a natural light
of prominent finery crafty guise while the setting
laced by topics of truth that cast a shade
like its lonesome hue that borders
it as an unembellished sin.
~0~
My instructors of contempt,
homework that imbued through ink
also, gratuitous blood, now seeps and fleets
in pulsative actions of the veinuous tracked memory,
via recalls unlike inanimate vehicles of value
but, a faint twist of wishing it dead,
matured soul am I--learned.
~0~
True love's,
known by passion,
and death.
~0~
Hence, I am confidently tethered
to the box, open to stray anew experiences
that enthusiastically entertains in future's promises,
as society embraces harmony in measured sweet spoonfuls,
naught to indulge, but be indebted to fine attributes
that lives exemplary for an aged somebody
naught sit but rise above the box.
~0~
In times end
my soul depart
earth to return
inside a box.
2020 October 27
*1st Place*
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(38) any theme any form
~~Brian Strand
*7th Place*
Inward Reflections
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
unembellished, analogy, life,
Form:
Free verse
For the past, the future was never apparent
its dormant projection lay in unformed
no thought ever counted it of concern
Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do
a continuous today absent of tomorrow
the truancy of sleep the night merely borrowed
Only questions to remember
more important than the befuddled them to answer
a nursery-rhyme of colour designed to wonder
Why,why, why didn’t care to reason
but considered the importance of knowing nothing
and still, and still be in covenant with everything
There was no path to tread, no spirit to seek
no doorway held fast by rusted hinge
no separation between exploring mind
All was held in a delicate of light
those angel hands of every child
so unembellished in their witness never defined
So it is as in the continuous today
until the futures chain to changeable edge
rattles the bars and locks us all away
Such a scarecrow death insinuates
and by contemptible depiction reiterates
damnations end of miracles
Categories:
unembellished, trust, truth,
Form:
Free verse
I want a plain substandard coffin,
Wide enough to contain my wishes,
The dreams that danced like fireflies,
Flickering in the night of my soul,
A much more humbled prospect;
A faultless, unadulterated vision,
Where simplicity cradles my last breath,
And the weight of excess melts away,
Like morning mist beneath the sun.
I want a bare but pure funeral,
An ordinary unembellished service,
Where the air is thick with the essence of being,
And the echoes of my laughter linger,
A soft reminder of a life well-lived.
With a short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the soft embrace of the earth,
Perfect words worded perfectly,
Into the fit painted by another Kline,
A brushstroke of grace on the canvas of grief.
So when the cries of the remnants of Leteng bong,
Resound like a distant thunderstorm,
Goaded by emotions so strong,
They hum a little song,
A melody of memories and whispers,
A gentle lullaby for the weary heart,
A short funeral hymn to rest my body,
In the know of mine,
Categories:
unembellished, death, dream,
Form:
seasoned apparel
fall has picturesque
donning and winter dress in
unembellished whites
2019 November 05
*3rd Place*
A late Fall or Early Winter Haiku
~~Tania Kitchin
Categories:
unembellished, autumn, character, imagery, winter,
Form:
Haiku
AMALGAMS of reality
dreams diversified
nostalgia
for the country
of his soul
colour
clarified
echos of nature
with
the universal
flying
floating
images of marital bliss
emotion elevated
imagination emphasised
magnified on high
with
stylistic symbols
amimalistic
beasts of beauty
in bovine backdrops
the unexplained declaimed
unembellished
fantastical
eclectic imagery
unique
childlike
in cubist
conception
bringing
revolution to
the eyes
Categories:
unembellished, art, tribute,
Form:
Ekphrasis