Best Unfounded Poems
I was blinded by love but can now begin to see
that you are not all that I thought you to be
As I look closer through my looking glass
I can now see all the graces that you lack
You open your mouth and its pure trash
I'm not sure which poor soul you are about to thrash
I try to really find some of your good qualities
In the hope that i will have to give you an apology
They say don't judge a book by its cover
As your cover and contents portray another
But even then I find it hard to dislike you
Perhaps I don't want to think these things are true
You walk so gracefully and appear so meek
But then your true self appears the moment you speak
I'm not quite sure what it is that makes you stand apart
And why I allow you to control the beating of my heart
I know you're not what I thought you to be
But I still admire you endlessly
Covered in pride and other tactics,
Self emerged on the highway of denial,
At any cost to man or pain that is left,
The pool drains the fluid of sympathy,
Until nothing more remains other then mourning.
The gates of death crossed
Light not darkness there he found
Unfounded his fears!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
24 October 2016
The subway station heaves with muffled noise,
The shuffle of countless feet against the grime,
I am aware of unfounded disdain,
Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels.
The ancient fluorescents blink in yellow strobe,
Casting faint light on self-assuring cries and whispers,
Where breathy sighs of pity mingle with laughter
That hides like vermin in the concrete seams.
The old man's stare, bitter, unwavering,
Follows the young man with a foreign tongue,
Each syllable grating on his weary ears,
Each word a puncture in his sense of self.
The tracks beneath pulsate with distant rhythm,
An electric hum heralding trains,
And all around, unseen but felt,
Silent inner pleas for the world to be as I see it and want it to be.
The young man's cap is tilted with casual ease,
His eyes bright, unguarded, full of tomorrow,
While the old man's grip tightens on his cane,
Knuckles white with a lifetime's anger.
And then, a sudden scream and rush,
The young man trips, stumbles, and falls,
A quick descent into the void below,
His body meets the rails with a sickening thud.
The old man flinches, a breath caught in his throat,
The echoes of horror ripple through the crowd,
The subway station halts, a silence heavy,
As the train screeches, too late to stop.
The old man's eyes, now wide with shock,
No longer see the young man's accent,
Only the lifeless form where he once stood,
The shadowed truth beneath all their words.
The strangers around draw closer,
Their differences momentarily blurred,
In the shared reality of what they've witnessed,
A grim reminder of fleeting, fragile life.
The old man turns away, his heart a twisted knot,
The anger replaced with a somber void,
The self-assurance crumbles like brittle stone,
Leaving only questions with no clear answers.
Some thoughts tonight kept me at bay
Some night tonight leaves me unfounded
Somewhere for no place to stay
Some place for words… be rewarded
If I have listen, did I hear?
Like having words I did not write
If I have thoughts, did it appear?
Like a self in an open world, having to hide
Perhaps this night is at fault
A night never meant for nights for me
Perhaps rather, too eager to be caught
For nights never meant for a night to be
A wordless night… I have words
Yet too much for a mind to have arrange
Yet simply to write… I’ll be heard
For everyone, if myself… did we change?
Some thoughts tonight… stayed
This night tonight, I’m rewarded
Some mind for thoughts to simply say
For nights like tonight to leave me unfounded