Best Unforced Poems
In four and sixty syllables
He strains to squeeze some thoughts profound
Into unyielding manacles
Of 8x8 form, tightly-bound.
He seeks to hand-pick words that sound
Unforced by metric obstacles
That sing and sensibly expound -
In short, do verbal miracles!
Multicolored hands dissolved the pain, that rose within me
You were there; certain you'd win your part in the ring
Condescension became sparks I used as light to see
I held to my song you sought to silence, by your sting
Once again, your buzz faded and you fell flat
Hold firm the religious reins of your horse, I say
I offered flowers; you strutted, and then turn back
I gave you your day, with garland and songs unforced
Self-made pedestal holds no sap like earth's wood
You may think me soft as gel, nay! I am mahogany!
Papa was carver of antiques from those trees, you understood...
His hands were guided by the Source, the root of my recovery.
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walk softly in
rest your weary head
and listen...
the same
rhythm
pulse
current
flowing unforced
unguided
unimpeded
uncontrollable river
that is flooding my soul
flows through my veins to your heart
do you hear? the surge
the rush unhurried
the life force that flows at the pace it must go
When folly leads; to wisdom…
By the way of endless dreams
'Pon a backdrop psycadellic where,
There's nothing all it seems’
I have struggled with good reason
made forays to shore-less isles
Lived a lifetime in the instant
Rode the shine of unforced smiles
Finding ever more to disconcert me
Through crowds of motley folk
Senses were overshadowed
Seams burst at senseless jokes
So on without an Inkling,
To a place I can't discern
Where tomorrow or forever
All I know is..' more I'll learn..
© Joe Maverick 23-9-2013
Within a moment's grace
She held my heartbeat against her gentle dialect
Her pearly smile and chocolate diamond retinas
Prescribed laughter, as she
Incompletely
Spoke my name
Vowels tripping against her nervous steps.
Her facial tone became tomato's rejected lyric.
My dignity, stunned.
My smile, overpowered.
She held me close to her digital breaths,
With apologies, unforced
There is a charm within her tender innocence.
A charm I may never physically discover.
But,
Today,
This smile cowers
With a silent exhilaration
©Drake J. Eszes
It’s okay if it ends now.
Quite fine if it stops here.
Never expected the joys I’ve had.
Children. Amazing. The best.
Their innocence, their laughter, their passion to breathe.
I have loved too.
Loved my children, and my mother.
They too have loved me in return.
Actually, perhaps first, they taught me.
I have loved a woman as well.
I think briefly she loved me.
Then unrequited was my love forever.
Still to tingle, obsess, crave our rendezvous.
Imagine her smile, natural, unforced, her gentle face,
her beckoning eyes, her rose moist lips to kiss.
She was beautifully formed and lovely to behold.
My pulse perpetually pounded in her presence.
So special she was.
So special she made me feel.
Once.
Only in love does participation surpass anticipation.
I’ve experienced this gift, this grace.
Many do not.
There is still love in me.
A gratitude of love.
Compelled to give thanks.
How?
Discover through sacrifice, self-discipline, and longsuffering,
by faith.
Who?
Totus tuus
Starting with the toss up
I’ve made an unforced error
I’ve only gone and followed through
Squeezed the jissom out the old fella
New balls (and pants) please – love all
I think your ace
With a backhand that’s made for passing
On top of a lovely forehand
With a lovely high toss that’s absolutely smashing
Sure you moan and groan
But I love the racquet you make
Lets have another rally
Are you sure you’re not courting
I’ve a changing room free
If you fancy finishing me off
With a serve and volley after
A love so true burns deep
Deep down to the bone
A love that is real
And unforced will last
For all eternity
Love truly and flowers of spring
Will blossom bountifully
Unconditional love shines
Infinitely brighter
Than the afternoon sun
And burns hotter
Than a smoldering ember
Love freely and the meaning of life
Will become unequivocally clear
Just love and your heart will flow
Like a peaceful river
Immerse in love
And blissfully trap yourself
In love's undertow
A love so true burns deep
Deep down to the bone
Free Verse on Love Poetry Contest/Winner(1st Place)
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Date written: 04/09/2017
Our minds in mouths agape
When lost the game at Ashe
Our minds with you in pains
Shaking we are in silence
Aces lost in paces
Paces of your races
Sour the foot to graces
Unforced errors not disgraces
But despair not in losses
Losses unforced to errors
This sun briefly is down
Tomorrow rise it will
Brief is scepter denied today
But aces will bring the maces
Your aura to borders in order
Our love unfettered to measure
Cry not Serena
Today we are in joy deflated
Tomorrow will bring lost aces
When aces shall bring lost graces
Two sets
Apiece
To each player
And this is the
Final set...
What a contest!
Both the players
Fighting to win
The match
Is equal
The scoreboard
6-6
And we enter
The tiebreaker,
An ace
And the first point
To X
Serve and volley
And the first point
To Y
14 shots
And an unforced error
By Y
There's the second point
To X
Another Ace
And the third point
To X
Double fault
And the second point
To Y
First serve
And the third point
To Y
Players
Take a break...
8 shots
And the fourth point
To Y
Amazing!
A net point
Won by Y again!
A drop shot
By X
A lob
Followed by
A slice
Now Y leads
6-4
Match point for Y
16 shots
And a lovely forehand
By X
6-5
An ace
6 all
Now, that's an amazing game!
An ace for Y
Another match point...
What a strong backhand!
X gets the point
The match goes on...
5 shots and Y
Plays it into the net
A costly error!
Match point for X
A powerful serve
And volley
9-7
Game! Set! Match!
And X wins the Wimbledon
For the first time!!!
4th March 2023
Original expression comes unforced,
not on demand.
Not meeting the schedule of any man.
Words are written matching the rhythm and lyrics of the soul.
To build bridges of hope and keep open the doors of the heart.
I'm not Deranged just Derailed,
Deraptured with the Devolution of Angels,
The Devilization of a Nation,
Decorum Demands that I Devalue individualism,
Some Decadent, Dilenquent, Despot shouts
"Our hair must be black!"
"Our hair must be pink!"
Displaying our inner inability, denial to think, for ourselves,
And this juvenile notion,
Will take a while floatin,
While we stand smile gloatin,
With a clan of vile showthings,
Definately stupid,
Definately wrong,
Definately Deafening with our Different songs,
Decensored & Desensitized,
In a De-axised world normality is now abnormal.
We Delve Deep into Different ways to Display our Desperate Demonstrations of self,
A country of Deadbeats with credit card debt to nike,
A thousand like you,
A thousand like me,
Wave goodbye to individuality,
In matching gloves.
Surely we see?
This rebellious Unity?
Unlikely.
If we're all SO different,
We're all the same,
Any other interpretation would be insane,
A United Unhindered generation of Undertakers,
Caring for rebellions now defunct,
Just wearing a mohawk does not make one a punk,
Find your own voice,
One that's unforced,
One that's your choice,
One that's your course,
Unfullfilled with an Unfullfilling Universe we Unwittingly Unite in Uniform,
Untying one set of bonds to Undertake another,
Only now pledging Undying allegiance to Unwritten social rulings,
Seclusion is the only Untainted place where one can Understand, Uninfluenced self,
Under supervision only Unlife and Unself exist.
Bright Pink sheep.
The feeling I get,
so irresistable and impetuous
The joy fills in me,
while I relish the world for free
So uncontrolled and unforced,
unbidden nor uncontrived
Nice to meet you Freedom,
So costless and pure
Have been longing to feel you,
and you feel extraordinarily phenomenal
I'll never forget this feeling,
Just natural and sensational.
My sins are catching up with me, yet still I'm unrepentant.
A demon came to take my soul but back to Hell I sent it.
Life has made a joke of me, now time will bulldoze through me.
God must love to fuc#, cuz when he gave me life he screwed me.
But really though, that's just a joke, no deity creates me.
Cherokee pumps through my veins, now time discriminates me.
Native and white, it mixed up right, think twice before you bait me.
Add flesh and bone to guns I own, that's who I'd wish to date me.
Most times I feel invisible, I've never been acknowledged.
This body that I occupy it needs to be demolished.
Then maybe I could try again to create someone better.
Mentally right, whom folks would like, stand smiling in a sweater.
With confidence and quicker wits, a smile unforced nor strained.
Then perhaps I'd find happiness and kill these inner pains.
I can never write a poem
when I am told to write a poem.
It comes randomly like
blankets of snow on Christmas Day
spraying skunks, no jars of tomato juice
ex-boyfriends begging for another chance
a boomerang of feelings beautifully unforced
streams of dreams, blurs of babble, exhausted emotion.
It leaves abruptly like
the color of leaves, the lost of oxygen
spinning rooms, hibernating thoughts
writer's block, alive from the hiatus reuniting pen to page.
The words are the only thing that is
indefinite.