Best Unfurl Poems
If only I could make evil disappear
and let the blooms of love unfurl
in the souls of humanity
bringing happiness to this world.
4/9/2023
Each fragile dandelion Orb of feathered, tiptoed seeds
Invite Curiosity's breath to loft your prosperous needs
Anchor away La Pinta, La Niña, cast off Santa Maria
Heave hoe your Astrolabe Star ward to map Nirvana
Sail well past your daunting precipice in daring abandon
The Perils of Earth's plate, let emptier thoughts imagine
Be bold. Lift in weightless step. Jump ship to board Apollo
Hitch a ride to wander in imagination the coming tomorrow
rose unfurls pristine petals in my dreaming eyes … fragrance wafts your way
February, 27, 2021
Contest : Without Saying I Love You
Sponsor : JCB Burl
There was a boy and a girl
Who let their love unfurl
Till one day they were together
And their love lasted forever
It was a love that was meant to be
As they walked by the sea
Holding hands and walking shoeless
To the world who was clueless
A love that will last for eternity
Forever and infinitely
Once, a cage of custom, tight and small,
Held her spirit, bound and in thrall.
But now she yearns, a restless soul,
To break the bars, to make her whole.
Like fledgling bird, she feels the urge,
To spread her wings, and take the surge
Of life's wild winds, to soar and fly,
Beyond the sky, towards a sunlit sky.
The chains of doubt, they fall away,
She rises strong, to face the day.
Her heart beats loud, a fearless drum,
The world awaits, she's coming, come!
In the depths of the night, when the stars dim their light and dreams unfurl their wings,
I venture to the hidden realms of the soul, where nostalgia weaves its web,
Like a melancholic treasure gathered through the ages, in the cities of the faithless,
In the ghettos of silence, in the sunsets of the steppes, in the dreams of those who yearned for you,
Jerusalem, by the waters of Babylon, where longing becomes song and memory, a tale.
What else have you been, Israel, but that desire to save, like a beacon in the fog of time,
Preserving your magical and ancient book, your ceremonies as sacred incantations,
Your solitude with God, like a cathedral of silence amidst the world's tumult.
But no, the oldest of nations is reborn evermore as a youthful tremor,
You did not tempt people with the gardens of Eden or the glimmer of the vanity of gold,
But with tireless labor on a besieged land, like a dream taking shape at dawn.
Wordlessly, Israel whispered to them:
Forget who you are and who you have been, like a leaf carried by the wind of change,
Forget the person you were in those lands that gave you their mornings and evenings,
Lands that are now only echoes in memory, where you need not look back longingly.
You will forget your father's language and learn the tongue of Paradise, like a music of beginnings.
On this river of thoughts, I let myself be carried,
Feeling how each word becomes a falling star in the night of eternity,
Building a new realm where memories are but delicate shadows,
And the present, a field of hopes blooming under the light of a new dawn,
The future, an unknown language awaiting discovery in the silence of a prayer,
Here, at the edge of time, we reinvent ourselves with each step,
And learn the art of living without looking back,
For in forgetting, rebirth is born, and in rebirth, eternity.
Under vivid scattered sun rays
Of the boundless horizon spun;
Thy breath spent upon mine cheeks graze
Disarray gripping visit won.
Thy deep warm bass pulse, resonant,
Unfurl a thrumming flow as one
Through bare feet. Provoking movement,
Need to feed not just anyone.
Twisted hunger for more than fate
An infinite pleasure heart's truth.
Melodic scores though intimate
To beat fiercer within. Forsooth.
Full quietus of thy calm makes
Absolute wisp of it awakes.
2/12/2020
As allusive as you are
I’m still crazy about you
I find your heart beautiful
Flowering into my soul
I hope one day you’d see me
And desire my heart to hold
Free, I’d give it all to you
I would unfurl and be yours
Russell Sivey
The clock strikes twelve, and the world exhales,
a breath held too long, now let loose in fireworks.
Here’s to beginnings wrapped in the glow of possibility,
where dreams unfurl like banners in the wind,
and hopes spark like lanterns lighting the night.
This year, I will weave stories from the threads of my soul,
binding words into pages that whisper to the world,
“Here I am—alive, striving, writing to touch hearts.”
I will stumble, perhaps, but rise again,
stronger, wiser, with ink-stained hands.
I will study the art of kindness,
learn its language and speak it fluently,
offering compassion as freely as the morning sunlight.
Each day will be a class in becoming,
not perfect, but better—a truer reflection of love.
Travel might come, or it might wait,
but journeys aren’t just of roads and planes;
I will explore within, a voyage into self-discovery,
mapping the landscapes of courage and grace.
So, here’s to you, to us, to the stories untold,
to mornings steeped in hope and evenings with peace.
May we greet the year with hearts wide open,
writing our chapters with joy and resolve.
Lilies Haiku 39
white lilies in bloom
cotton petals unfurl~
nature`s sacred world.
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Full Moon Hiku 48
full moon mounts high
silver light dances on waves~
dreams softly unfurl.
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