Best Unfixed Poems
Like your favorite ambrosian juice and long caramel series, there's always an end. Everything has an end. The arcane rainbow, the beating rain, your aching pain. Hunger is a feeling, and to conquer it, you must feed it.
The strongest things are buried
beneath the ground, in the dark, in the unknown and to know how much you can hold, you must reach your threshold.
As powerful as the motley moon, it’s not full every nebulous night. Even the purified stars disappear. Your beauty doesn’t rest only in fullness, It blooms in your maroon mistakes,
your balmily imperfections, and your empyreal past. You do not exist without
them—hold them like a teddy, sing a pumpkin lullaby and let it be your Nexus.
For just like you, what holds the trees are unseen. Be it your resin fears or your shrinking folds, your amort traumas or flaming losses, give them a chance to win,
Whatever you give power to,
controls everything you have control over.
when something breaks,
it never returns to what it was.
It either stays unfixed or is made into something better. Every grain I’ve lost
gave me a chance for something more.
The beauty of the tangerine
sea glass lies in the turns of the tumult storms and corpulent tides. Some things aren’t seen, yet create the best results.
For what we become, we dream, and to dream, we must live. Like life, dreams are tunnels and we must sway through.
In that dark journey lies a vessel—yourself.
Flowers and thorns both exist in that path,
but you must know that you are not alone.
There’s an end to sadness, uncertainty, failure, rejection, and heartbreak.
But to fully sink into goodness, you must first be buried in the fins of kismet.
The thick padded clouds show their thighs, but can never stop the skylight or the rain. What I become, I become. What I seek, I seek. What seeks me, answers me first. For all the lives I couldn't live, embrace me in the next. And for all the dreams I couldn’t dream, wake me up in the next.
Categories:
unfixed, change, cheer up, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could search along with you
Check out what the Jones's have no more use for
The bits of unfixed
The not new enough
Their "I think we deserve the very best"
"This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!"
At one time
I wore their discarded clothes
Wore them without pride
I should have been proud
For I dug for them with wanting hands
Hands that waded through decadence
Refillable
Recyclable
Usable
Black Bird
I watched you and your brothers
As you feasted on our last suppers
Ripping open black bags
Fighting for morsels
Unconcerned with the rotting
Intoxicated by fermenting fruit
Pungent aromas
Bones that needed to be picked clean
Me noticing but not recalling until now
Back then
I was hoping
Praying for a bicycle
Desperately wanting to ride far away from here
Escape my then
My embarrassment
My, I hope no one sees me!
"Garbage picker!"
"Where did you get that coat?"
"We threw that in the dump!"
Boy oh boy do I like clothes now.
No one makes fun of what I wear!
Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird
To see what I left behind
Reclaim
Recycle that little boy
But I can't
The dumps aren't open anymore
It is like those old bones
Bleached
Picked clean
Manicured
Items placed in appropriate piles
All the while
You sit on your wire
Back turned to me
Intelligent eyes hidden
Knowing I can't disturb you
In a while you will feed on yesterday
For this place
Is not closed to you!
Categories:
unfixed, angst, bird, child, clothes,
Form:
Free verse
"This is mine, and this is mine, and so is this,"
Says my unfixed dog, Willy, on all he does piss.
Categories:
unfixed, dog, humor,
Form:
Couplet
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth,
in doing this, God had created a masterpiece to behold.
Every animal, plant, tree, insect, bird and many other creatures of
such a variety could only have been done by God. Look at the
mountains, seas, oceans and creatures and plants below them.
All of this could not just have happen by some stupid fish crawling
up on land, then growing legs, then finally becoming monkeys, then man.
It is too far fletched to even think about.
God's masterpiece was a perfect one in the beginning, until Adam and Eve
committed the first sin, then it was no longer perfect.
God's masterpiece can be compared to us buying a painting that is also a masterpiece,
the only one like it in the whole world.
One night someone breaks into your house, they don't steal it, but do something even
worse, they destroy it.
Satan was like a thief who came one day to Adam and Eve and got them to sin, in doing
so, he destroyed the perfect world; God's masterpiece was ruined with sin.
After that sin was passed on from generation to generation, with it came death, war
and sickness and greed and many other things.
One day you find an expert, who says that your painting can be repaired,
but it will cost a high price to fix , it won't be as good as it was, but it can be repaired
somewhat.
This painting means so much, you love so, that you don't care what the cost is.
God also sent an expert who was perfect; God came in the form of a man, named Jesus.
He fixed the masterpiece, but there was also a high price to pay, His life and shed blood.
But like the painting it will never be the same, only repaired somewhat.
Jesus paid the price and he gave us the gift of Salvation, but we have to accept the
gift, or it is still unfixed.
Call on Him today and accept that gift. Romans 10:9-14
Written 6-9-11
Categories:
unfixed, faith, inspirationalgod, day, god,
Form:
Free verse
Black Bird on a Wire
Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could search along with you
check out what the Jones's have no more use for
The bits of their unfixed
the not new enough
Their "I think we deserve the very best."
"This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!"
At one time
I wore their discarded garments without pride
I should have been proud
for I dug for them with my wanting hands
Hands that waded through
their decadence
the refillable
the recyclable
their unused reusable
Black Bird
I watch you and your brothers
as you feasted on our last suppers
Ripping open black bags
fighting for morsels
Unconcerned with the rotting
intoxicated by fermenting fruit
the pungent aromas
There are bones that need to be picked clean
I noticed but did not recall until now
the depth of my wanting
the hunger within
Back then
I was hoping
praying for a bicycle
Desperately wanting to ride far away from here
so that I might escape my then
my embarrassment
my "I hope no one sees me!"
"Garbage picker!"
"Where did you get that coat?"
"We threw that in the dump!"
Boy oh boy do I like clothing now.
No one will ever again make fun of what I wear!
Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird
to see what I have left behind
So that I can reclaim
and recycle that little boy
But I can't
The dumps aren't open anymore
It is like those old bones
bleached
picked clean
Manicured
Items placed in appropriate piles
All the while
you sit on your wire
back turned to me
Intelligent eyes hidden
knowing I can't disturb you
In a while you will feed on yesterday
for this place
is not closed to you!
This piece grew out of my childhood experiences. We got our clothing from the dump and I still remember a girl saying to my sister " That's my coat, we threw that in the dump." I felt so bad for her and also for myself.
Categories:
unfixed, abuse, angst, anxiety, bird,
Form:
Free verse
If you know how to die you know how to live.
Listen to Bryant
In the basement by the light bulb.
Live and Let Die
Let Me Die First.
(Release some air for the breathless)
Die with a whole heart, unbroken, unfixed
Die without orgasms
Die at 47--Depression
Die at ten and seven--Fell off the earth
Listen to O'Neill
I know this guy, I know his circles
I've inherited his gift/curse of
Seeing the insides of people through their pupils
Blue, Hazel, Brown, Black, they're all the same
They hate their lives but they don't show it
They sob sitting on the cold steel toilet
No periods, no commas, to hell with punctuation
There's no poetry, no fiction, no prose
Stop writing
Stop drinking your coffee and
Typing on your laptops
Stop your romanticizing
Nobody cares
The best have already been
You're only copycats and imitators and posers
Amateurs
The great ones dig deeper in the ground
Away from you
Read and don't write
Or
Do some math problems
"Everybody needs math nowadays"
Become a
Doctor or a
Stock broker
Or
Go turn to dust at your cubicle
Do some slothful American job
Communication Nation
Industrialization
Mechanization
Machines run the nation
People watch the machines
And wet themselves
And soil themselves
And ejaculate
Listen to Bob Dylan
Was this good enough for you
Poetry Soup, poetry.com, winningwriters.com?
Did it make the minimum amount of sense?
Was it modern enough for you?
You're just like the rest of the jungle
"Phonies"
"Conformists"
Praise be to Jean Marie Marchese,
And Tony Bush, and Deborah
Simpson and...Gods of the poetic universe
If only I were a Premier Member
Categories:
unfixed, angst, confusion, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
The heart expects promise
Disappointment awaits the frail
The mind forgets
Born to learn love, quick to forget that others feel the same
Internal battles, unseen desires wishing to be unveiled
The heart expects promise
Childlike envisioning of a possible flame
In another world that prevails
The mind forgets
Unnoticed help, unfixed blame
Friends, friends, friendship run off the rails
The heart expects promise
Unanswered, awaited, sought after, misnamed
No one listens to the dreams of the young
The mind forgets
Who remembers my name
You, her, over there, pale
The heart expects promise
The mind forgets
Categories:
unfixed, feelings,
Form:
Villanelle
A day in June.
Tuesday.
Week’s worst day!
Twenty to five.
A wintry sun,
Low in the sky,
Casts long shadows,
Emits no warmth.
I’m in a dorp
With tired shops,
Bank and church,
GPO and a Court.
Tucked together
Along a street,
With bumpy tar
And dusty holes.
Now and then
A small bakkie
Clatters past
Carrying ‘boys’.
A thin veil
Of dust rises
And wafts
To where I sit.
On a bench,
On the stoep,
Of the old
‘Royal’ Hotel.
As I sit I see
No hustle or bustle;
Just a person or two
Moving listlessly by.
Across the road,
An Algemene Handelaar
Stocks and sells
Assorted goods.
On its stoep
Amongst other things,
An ancient plough
And three-legged pots.
An adult ‘boy’
Shuffles out,
Begins to take
The things inside.
Exiting the Bottle Store
Ou Cronje sways out
Sipping a half-jack
In a paper packet.
Church clock
Marks the ‘quarter to’
With a dull
Ding, … dong, …ding,
Enough already!
No waiting till five.
At other stores
Doors begin to close.
Doef-doef-doef !
A tractor bobs past
Pulling a trailer
Loaded with bags.
From Rita’s Fashions
The assistant emerges,
Pulls on knitted gloves,
And heads for home.
Three youngsters
From rugby practise
Sidle past with the
Scrunch of studded boots.
From the Kafee
Two clients emerge;
Half a loaf each
And bottles of Fanta.
Three farmers,
Wearing shorts,
Enter the bar
For brandy and coke.
A car trundles by.
Again there’s dust,
From unfixed holes
That pepper the tar.
Quiet returns.
Sun is lower.
Shadows longer.
In Enniedorp.
Now wisps of smoke,
From chimney tops,
Signal day’s end
And a wintry night.
Categories:
unfixed, nostalgia, places,
Form:
Blank verse
It's early Christmas' Eve, snow steadily falls
and Santa leaves the North Pole
with his breath steaming in the frigid cold...
while the reindeers wiggle their tails;
he re-checks his long and neat list,
remembering another child's wish!
Santa, old Santa with the longest beard
and waving brittle hair whitest than snow,
many may think you look out-dated and weird:
have you forgotten to put on your cap.
and wrapped the wool scarf around your neck?
Santa, old Santa, take a minute before you go!
An over-loaded sleight can't make
over the mountains, valleys and lakes
if the the tired reindeers don't stay awake,
so Santa add two more to the sleight
to make sure that all kids receive a gift
before midnight...to avoid them heart-breaks!
Santa, old Santa flashing the biggest laughter
that make your actual age disappear,
much joy is needed around the globe,
because everyone puts materialism before love...
forgetting that's easy to erase all greed:
thinking less of themselves, and doing a good deed!
It's ten minutes to midnight, and Santa notices something so strange:
a house without lights, and there he makes his first stop;
in a corner by the dark hall he sees an empty box,
and an unhappy face reading a letter written in a rush:
the only letter that was returned for unfixed postage,
and as Santa steps down the empty sleight... the surprised girl's eyes light up!
Santa, old Santa...this Christmas is so sad and incomplete:
it needs another Yule' miracle;
asks her what she wishes for...in a night
so shining with hope: when everything seems so possible!
Categories:
unfixed, funny, holiday, old, old,
Form:
Ballad
We did not have air conditioning when I was a child
I spent my time outdoors in the summer,
browning like a cinnamon roll
I loved it!
We have air conditioning now, but I drive my car without it
I prefer to have the windows open
Until the temperature gets to ninety-five
Or I am on a loud freeway.
I am the only person I know who can sit in the sun eight hours
Wearing long-sleeved tops and blue jeans.
The others run inside, screaming for water.
I stay put, wallowing in the sunshine like a joyful unfixed tom cat.
Categories:
unfixed, me, perspective, sun,
Form:
Free verse
The millisecond you take to read this word this second this poem is my seconds my minutes my life's time for you.
For you
to spend a second
a minute
To know I've written it
The moment
the second you sit in your chair
you're no were else you're here
in the chair. Or wherever you'll say.
The time you spend is the time that's gone
the money you spend and that period you've been on phone
Typing on the smartphone
The ones around you still there . Watching you- glare ...
Gratitude in the second counts
a moment spent worrying pessimistically with low self esteem .. to scale .. does it really matter?
If you're always you and can't be replaced as the second already gone.. even a yown is a couple people born..
You're only you seconds are yours for fun and knowledge expand..
We're all a single soul
with ability to give love
You're just like me im like you
What does it all really remark-
a great part of your life?
Right attitude has a rack
My seconds are your seconds if we spend them together
objects around us and people ARE in the same time lapse. Bounce.
Ones lonely ones in groups
ones in family filled rooms ..
Ones with their lover in the separate room
Ones in the hospital hoping for either survival or death
Ones in the hurricane and ones in the faulty train...
Yes these things happen but
The perception of moment when not so unfortunate is still worth a coordinate..
Are the moments in your control ... are they worth their weight in gold? Completely insuperable. Unparallelled.
Fled with unrepelled always-giving love?
Hatred is a strong word carrying a ton of steamed coal ..
that's just weighing down
putting down ..
The circumstances of all of us are like they are , a rusk , unfixed task
why should you hate the one in front or in back? Why not just understanding and not try to fight back ..
Just love and care
Not keep that glare
In seconds just with positive flare
Make a pure smile not so rare
It's to your self you need to refer
Making aims clear
Purity in feeling is fair and great.
In these seconds we undertake
Categories:
unfixed, beauty, blessing, remember, smile,
Form:
Light Verse
Educational Competitions:
"You/We are not motivated to learn
how to take care of yourself/ourselves."
And,
We are, together, motivated to learn
how to give and receive
personal and social,
political and economic,
theological and ecological health care,
universally intended,
unitarian motivated and discerned.
Competition for resources:
"We can't change because we are too poor,
have too little health to thrive,
too few nutritional, nurturing resources."
And,
Together, with explicit therapeutic intent,
we are change,
we are healthy resources
sufficient for this day,
healing co-processors for this
and each experienced co-operating
co-arising moment.
Universally commodified competition:
"One size fits all, no exceptions."
And,
Our cooperative health intent and size
flexes to fit our potential therapeutic scale
of authoritative just operations
today,
universally right now.
Competition for power/authority:
"Our aggressive legalistic
and capital-commodified system
is too big to fail,
or even change directions."
And,
Our eco/theo-logical systems
are just ripe enough opportunity
for WinWin co-operative
healthy
co-passionate
empowering networks
evolving polypathic paradigms
to never stop regeneratively changing,
evolving,
pre-volving,
un-volving,
revolving co-passion,
co-arising gravitation.
Competition for health, resilience, resonance:
"Neglect of health care can't be fixed."
And,
Health care can become unfixed and holistic
but best when co-operatively engaged,
discovered through receiving optimal authoritative co-investment
in responsible
proper
proportional
authentic
transparent
vulnerable
therapeutic
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomial optimally wealthy climate care,
Internal and external,
yin flow with yang strength,
matriarchal with patriarchal,
compassionately resonant discernment
with co-operative resilient discipline.
Wealthy unitarian ways
toward healthy universal means.
Categories:
unfixed, caregiving, change, community, creation,
Form:
Free verse
I've been torn and broken apart,
I have no soul no more all I have
is emptiness. You have no idea what
I've been through but is not
worse than others; my wall of
joy, peace, happiness and charisma is
gone and I'm referring to my
self-esteem, the pressure from expecting
so much out of me and not letting
me go ahead and grow up and experience
life myself has finally cracked and fell
into a thousand pieces like shattered glass.
There in this deep pit lies what
holds me together but it is too
dark to find the way and I will only
get lost deeper in the dark hole.
My heart has a hole unpatched and
unfixed and this black hole seems
infinite; the key held close to my
heart is the wrong key to open this
diary unlock the secrets hidden within
and beyond this shattered glass.
Categories:
unfixed, sad, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Today I am
querulous
my foot taps a rhythmless tattoo
my fingers roam unfulfilled
this bolus of undetermined want
slides down my throat,
invertebrate,
lodging in my stomach
dull,
as a faint scratching on a prison wall,
carving out the days
heavy,
as a stone unquarried and uncut,
the sculptor indecisive, reluctant to take up his chisel
some indeterminate
unfixed need
slithers, struggles for expression
through restive eyes
Categories:
unfixed, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
crashed down burning
pain denotes yearning
circling down, down, down...
smile turns into a frown
and crying from trying
broken again....
overwhelming never ceases
as i spill out into pieces
and broken is shattered
so much for all that mattered
returns pain in the refrain
broken again...
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed
Its not so much that I can't think
its the fact that I stay mixed
spread out in all about,
are many parts of me,
fragments suffering in doubt,
and it's all I can see,
with care and very aware,
Broken again....
only changing into what breaks,
not knowing what it takes,
losing the will to live still,
still becomes a twisted ill,
no ground all around,
broken again...
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed.
It's not so much that I can't think,
it's the fact that I stay mixed.
the never ending pain is driving me insane
what spiritually can I gain?
I try to shatter back the latter hac into my soul
pray to God, give the yes nod, and surrender control
It isn't so much that I feel it
as much as its stays unfixed
Its not so much that I can't think
its the fact that I stay mixed
Broken again...
Categories:
unfixed, lifepain,
Form:
Lyric