Best Unfeathered Poems
Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity
Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream
Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What errant way or walk or word
Did scorn this heart and thine?
Does not love, our love, true love
Still soar above the weather?
Or like Iccarus, did we dare too high
Then, fall to earth unfeathered?
I cast my lot on winds of change
Though the end be hard to find
His siren muse did have her chance
Now...I shall have mine.
Categories:
unfeathered, betrayal,
Form:
Quatrain
tiny crystal balls
on an early autumn morn
dew drops on grass tips
unfeathered birds' nests
shells around the baron trees
three are on the wire
blankets of colours
brown, red, orange, and yellow
pathed the forests' floors
Categories:
unfeathered, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin
Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease
Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function
Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight
Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You look out for food with your keen eyesight
Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture
I love watching vultures in flight as they sail on air currents so gracefully and effortlessly. The vulture in my native land is "The Corbeau". This poem is dedicated to it.
Categories:
unfeathered, bird, flying, food, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
Some days we feel as though
We’re living in limbo
Not fully alive or deceased;
Can’t get no satisfaction,
Traction, motivation, meaning, sense
Of inner peace. Idling awhile, waiting
For this cloud to pass over head;
Stuck in the shadow
Of what to do now…
Time passing, dreadful dread.
Reviewing long lists
Of that and this:
Write a letter, call someone,
Pay the bills or just sit still
And day dream of races run.
Down in the valley
Where hope is lean
But never so far away
With sunlight burning through
Canyon walls;
Limbo ain’t no place to stay.
Longer than necessary to
Get back up;
And focus on who we are;
Life’s a long hard road and limbo
Is one step
On the way
To the stars...
In the mean time waiting
In darkness fading
Into deeper shades of black-
Ness all around;
Decisions untethered, thoughts unfeathered
Everywhere abound.
To the sound
Of waking, slowly taking
Another tack on the seas:
Limbo above and down below
Trying everything in its power
To devour you and me.
Unless, until,
We’ve had our fill
Of living life lethargic;
The only way to kill the beast
Is choosing a higher target.
Shooting right between the devilish eyes
We let them fly -
Our arrows of creation;
Releasing pain from whence it came
Turning
Limbo to
Elation...
Categories:
unfeathered, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
Independence suffices by will and dream a upright rise
Nurturing inspiration like morning blessings to produce
Developments in which the industrious share. Let's prize
Emancipation of genius that from work begs not truce!
People stand empowered now, be united so to achieve
Excellence: execute this effectively for love's a strategy.
National industry towers where each man may conceive
Duty as his share. Vision and sweat makes all history,
Economy makes the satisfied. Motivated in every stride,
Nothing denies the power of dream. Each survival shows
Competence, in moral honor, economic skill, these abide
Eternally repositioning the sail, catching what fate throws.
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Now I shall stand alone, walk alone
And sing a song all my own.
For I am man, I'm the child now grown
The eagle flown, I'll conquer a new zone.
I shall climb stairs of sky to hunt earth
Hurtling down to rise with food
And feed myself and unfeathered brood
Flexing cool against each cloud with mirth
I am independent, I am man
Thinker, worker, giver, proud
I shall not be deterred by raincloud
Or shadow shrouding a figured sand.
I am independent, I am dream
Transformed to vision. I thrown
From nest found strength of wing to astound
Prey and prayer where sharp talons gleam.
I am independent, I mark sun
For map of home, and command
The enterprise of measureless land
Where in flight and battle I have won
I take my independence with more
Than age, or wisdom of time
I own. Immersed in all spheres sublime
I feed my full and still bring to store
The wealth strewn in life's unguarded frame
From that I make better blood
Each heart for its own, the once chewed cud
Children alone will feed the twice claimed
I seek added value, fresh as day
A constant new of old schemes
I am independent, bright with dreams
Mind and muscle in rule of the fray.
Categories:
unfeathered, anniversary, prayer, , cute,
Form:
Acrostic
The Highland Princess
Berthed again
Freshwater Loch
Beautiful Highland Glen
Tranquil pined hillside
Log cabin picturesque
Captain and his dove
Lovingly blessed
As winter sets in
Snow falls so deep
This two in the warmth
In cuddled keep
Roaring log fire
Birch logs a sparking
Face to face
Their hearts a starting
The Captain stands up
And asks for her hand
As he leads her to
A room so grand
Large window they stand
Over the loch they view
He turns to his dove
Declaring, i love you
His manly hands
Undress her so
In her heart she says
Undress me slow
His dove unfeathered
Hands running down her arms
Torso caressed
Her chesty charms
Heaven reached
His hand grooming
As he kisses his dove
Her heart cooing
Four poster bed
Their impressions are made
Moonlight through the window
Passions played
Delicious whispers
In the ear of his dove
As they spoon together
Like a hand in a glove
Together in dreams
Heart to heart
Their next journey
A new start
Categories:
unfeathered, adventure, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, holiday,
Form:
Rhyme
I
In a land of crime, pets too are killed
A goose was struck by an upset Ouma
I saw it in a fenced yard, life bleeding ...
It came close to home, with Kuiken
II
Kuiken is Afrikaans for baby chicken
But my name for my pet is Kaalnek
Her variety, subspecies, unfeathered neck
She learned to sleep in trees, after month1
III
The next day, her freedom ended (by me)
Not cat food, victim of domesticated cats!
In her cage (hok) she recovers from a wound
That made me cringe: skin on head, out!
IV
No cat, dog, or combination got Kaalnek
She is with her half-brother now, 'locked'
Though more lives than cats, I dont exaggerate
But my hero and I will not tempt fate
Categories:
unfeathered, animal, cat, courage, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
Featherless angels are sent from above
To show the world the true meaning of love.Quote - poets own
The featherless angel who never flew
The one thing which angels would love to do
Wings didn’t grow as they were expected to
So as an earth angel she lived life through.
Sad were the moments the angel would sigh
Wishing to sprout wings, a warrant to fly
Perchance to dance amongst stars way up high
And wallow in rainbows that brighten sky.
She cured many a heart sadly broken
With her magical celestial potion
Coming from her heavenly devotion
'Twas the featherless angel's pure love token.
The angel was honoured to raise loves dearth
Doing all that she could to restore mirth
Helping the downcasts to find their true worth
Knowing they were loved and a star of earth.
Blessed are the kindly living on earth here
Many are the horror stories they hear
That's when unfeathered earth angels appear
To restore peace in a heart filled with fear.
Categories:
unfeathered, angel, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Not For Contest
Note-Again Connie reads the contest rules after she writes the poem,
missing the fact that the poem should have ten lines or less. I told you
I'm walking on eggshells.
Why do all the chickens lay their eggs on my path
They are filthy and smelly and can use a bath
There's poop and stench pulling on my rope
Where are all the hungry foxes to give me hope
Please take them away from me on a jet plane
I can't take this anymore, I'm going insane
Fly them off to the sun so they'll burn to a toast
Their presence has turned me pale like a ghost
Why couldn't I have been the one to fly the coop
Instead of slumping with the white-sheeted group
Every day I see that family and six baby chicks
That pulls my nerves while I watch them get their kicks
These chickens should trip to the sun for all I care
I'll even pack a lunch for them to see them flare
Every day I hear buck-buck-buck while I walk on eggshells
My life needs to be unfeathered because I'm living in hells
Categories:
unfeathered, how i feel, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
... the swimmer
swam up the tube
within a frantic assemblage
of other swimmers
pushing
shoving
striving
writhing
towards an egg queen serene
in a womb room needing
swimmers for seeding
begetting gametes to collide
and form a more perfect union as
a zygote only a mother could love.
Fish-eyed unfeathered fetus
eons
beyond
the beginning.
Categories:
unfeathered, life
Form:
Free verse
My children in cold anguish seethe
A spiteful mind sowed them with sinister seed
We praise them as they succeed
In the material world to live as emotional weed
Their little wings unfeathered for spiritual flight
O help me pray for then tonight
O parents, when you seek revenge
Against your sundered complement, remember
My children, just causes God avenge
If your cause is just, why blaze the cold ember
To advertise the bitterness of anger, suspend
Digging of the pit for sad end
Save the children when things fall
Apart, sure these silent years have wasted me
My choice to back against the wall
But time unweaves the false plots of history
And innocense is ambrosia to my hungry soul
Sea stones are clean where salt waters roll.
Categories:
unfeathered, familychildren,
Form:
Verse
We are mislabeled as sea birds and should be called
big birds, like that yellow one but we're not yellow.
We never land on land for a year or longer, and we
been told that we have known God since he was a
little boy. The unfeathered say that for a very long
time we're like many fishes in the sea, but now we
are like whales. The few of us left, live in the north
atolls of Hawaii. There's no other place in the world
except for oceans, seas, bays ... forget what I said.
Categories:
unfeathered, allusion, analogy, bird, education,
Form:
Personification
There is a vast canopy encircling the entire earth and capped in skies of blue. Under that canopy, sometimes storms come up and raze in the form of
tornadoes, rain storms, or great bursts of hail, thurdering, and lightenning. When these things occure, the canopy may be hidden by the storms which blind our veiw of things immovable and encased by storms behind a cover of darkness as black as midnight at noon-day. The storms will invariablly move on to other places to wreck and ruin, but the canopy, undesturbed and unfeathered by any and all storms, ever remains intact and still. We were never promised a life without quakes and shakes, nor seasons of uninterrupted bliss, but we have been encouraged to be more like 'The Christ'. That's why when I grow up, I want to be like the peaceful ever-present and unmovable blue canopy.
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Categories:
unfeathered, blue,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A child's joy was taken at gunpoint
in a long, dark tunnel on a winter night~
as clouds drifted, whispering subconscious fears,
stirred by music played by demons,
loosed like wildfire in a room of mirrors.
A bird chirps~
as if begging the clouds not to crash on the earth...
the weight of iniquities, loosened by fire,
now too overwhelming for the sky to bear.
Still in that uncertainty—
the child strutted barefoot to a home that shifts with each darkness.
Each night, comforted only by an angel
who sways with the drifting winds,
yet can only begin to lift the curse
burned into the child’s mind by a woman
who could give birth but could not nurture.
The bird’s chirrup held no anger—
only the echo of the child’s cry,
which had stolen the peace of the night.
It half-hopped, half-leapt,
desperate to shear flesh from the bodies of the child’s parents with its beak.
After all, the command was for men not to kill,
not for birds—
only that the child’s parents had long avoided
the valley of death where the bird makes its nest.
The bird could sense the child's silent cry
for freedom... and for justice.
But how can it tell the tale to a fish,
unmasked, unfeathered, unheard beneath the waves?
Still, the parents’ prayers not to “kick the bucket”
float near its ears,
swimming like windswept regrets.
They are like all men—
hearts full of temptation and wickedness,
yet ever avoiding the valley where the bird waits.
Categories:
unfeathered, bird, child, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
a song is charming,
And so are you;
my darling
Orchids are white,
And so you're sweet as a summer flower
The effect is dazzling,
as your eyes;
my darling
Foxgloves in hedges,
Unfeathered angles surround the farm
Heads are bald,
And so are your arms.
pretty are your eyes
the effect is dazzling,
And your smile.
White of blue is beautiful,
Just like you
As I sing to you my charming song
7/15/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Categories:
unfeathered, appreciation, for her, i
Form:
Free verse