Best Ungrounded Poems
Within the cinereal swirls
of clouded skies
I hear the quickened beat
of my pulse, fall within my steps
and the echoes of mind
on these empty streets
as i walk alone, lost
beneath the shadows
of buildings that fall
from lambent light
of crescent moon
in its slow rise
I see the glimmer
of thousands of faceless stars
among night's ebony drop
as they trace the darkness
scribbled through fate,
the distance between us
is just as great.
I feel hidden from life
like the last leaf
on near naked trees
beneath winter's frigid touch
yet i cling beneath the winds of time
ungrounded, yet untouched
Categories:
ungrounded, city, dark, lonely, night,
Form:
Free verse
Just stop thinking about it,
Don't bother losing yourself to it,
Stop getting your mind overclouded
Don't overthink about it.
Past's not gonna change
Present's in your hand,
Future's awaiting you,
So does it take that long for you to realise;
Time always flows like river,
Everything that you wrote in sand of time,
Now flies, all erased.
Heartaches and smiles never will fade
Cause this present will become the past
So don't rewind back in memories
It's time you stepped out of the past , grab your present and run towards the future.
Take all the twists and turns,
It's fate, following your addicted brain,
In its fabulously misguided taste,
To that unordinary life you seek.
Time will record your past,
Actions will define your future,
Don't worry about the leap I am taking,
Cuz I feel like I am losing myself ,
Losing my mind,
Losing my mind,
But I love this wild ungrounded feeling,
Of losing myself to the unforeseeable future
Categories:
ungrounded, growth,
Form:
Free verse
"The Liberation"
When your home
is torn out from underneath you,
like a rug or a tablecloth,
nothing of value is left standing
on the surface, except silence.
life implodes for a while,
you’d think the vessel empty.
however, eventually,
what burns inside
is enough to fuel
an atomic missile;
you think better of that
and turn your efforts towards
other higher-level new worlds
and your escape mission.
a bid for life at all costs,
you take survival
and run with it,
igniting the benefits
of universal Love,
blasting off
from the nucleus
with the courageous
winged warriors
locked in, seated;
from the front
you turn the
ignition key,
squadron leading
The Liberation
platforms
like it's
some kind of baptism
by fire,
like it's
some kind of rebirth,
like it's
some kind of suicide mission
you smile, and
settle for,
Thanks Giving Season.
mission accomplished,
you've become ungrounded,
you're finally leaving
Earth
Women and children
first
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)
Categories:
ungrounded, courage, muse, strength, symbolism,
Form:
Narrative
she orchestrates storms
her air - which we deplete -
she turns against us
feeling ungrounded -
she quakes inside ancient bones. . .
we feel her pain
water fills her veins
from oceanic wounds. . . .
she bleeds tsunamis
with red hot passion
she is seething at her core. . . .
fire will be our death
Written by Andrea Dietrich
For PD's NATURE THE DESTROYER
*HAIKU FORM ONLY* Poetry Contest
Categories:
ungrounded, nature,
Form:
Haiku
Time's Birthday
by Odin Roark
How daunting it must be
Choosing a celebratory date
Invention adrift
Save the blue veined appendages
Holding firm the drift of time
Like a floating surreal image
Making its way up 5th Avenue
On Thanksgiving Day
How buoyant Time
Yet arguably ungrounded
Measuring not how life will continue
But only how existence has passed
Each year
Month
Week
Day
Hour
Minute
And second
An ancestral funeral
Survived only by tomorrow's unknown
A system invented to archive
Circuitous syndromes
Man-made phobias
Moment by moment reality
Representing synchronous movement
Rhythmically evaporating into
The ethereal collaborative
The indeterminate character of eternity
The immeasurable
Unfathomable
Moment that is now
No wind-up needed
Still Time insists on benchmarks
Symbolic definitions
The behind and ahead of calendars
Noted by way of bell-ringing
Clock-chiming
Sun rising and setting
Unlike us
Time's validation
Knows not culinary vices
Ice cream and cake
Champagne and caviar
And those other accouterments
Hauled out to attest
Our superior intellect
Noisemakers and confetti
Categories:
ungrounded, time, thanksgiving day,
Form:
Free verse
This is Us,
my waist too big,
his check too small,
she's not the fairest
of Them all,
We must confess,
This is Ugly,
we are a mess,
the Earth's ungrounded
greatest pest,
But, This is Us,
our only home
to share it well
before its gone,
extracted
refracted
denuded
and fracted,
deluded
and impacted,
polluted
and red Raped... ...
Sacred
health neglected
and wealth abused,
THIS IS US!
We're all we have
and are,
All we remember
and imagine,
reimagine
our compassion
for Earth's great final passion;
This is Us
Filled with puss,
make it
or bust,
some say
"dust from dust,"
our parts
too often rust,
we smell
of patriarchal musky must,
need everything
right now or bust,
This is Us... ...
Not unlovely Them;
what will we do
when established trump
doesn't rule
our wild and free imaginations
of how I can be,
live true to
my own flawed beauty,
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-membering
through all our neglected wild cards,
This EarthTribe is Us
We've each made god
in our best imagination
of how united nations
remember recreations
of great and wealthy destinations
from home regeneration
for health to safely hold
future generations
singing this our great examination
of how we are
in this Great Green Transitionalization,
This is Us
When we
most brilliantly choose
to see
This Us is Earth
regiving birth
forgiving death,
our wide democratic
and deeply
existential mess,
This is Us.
Categories:
ungrounded, green, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
I am a mermaid
In my quiet sea
I see cloudless skies
I dream cloudless dreams
I bathe in my milk and honey
And seek no man no girl no money
I am swimming effortlessly
Ungrounded with no wings
And dreams
Oh by faith the dreams do me no harm ‘tall
I am merely a petal on a flower on the wall
Such peace to my drink of water is full
So many days and nights are blended together in my whirlpool
Sweet fruit of life and sugar all in un giving ways of waves
Waves my delight on by and join me
Mermaid I am here to dawn tomorrow on my feet and hands
Floating ‘til dusk on wet sand
Dreamer be no harm
Dreamer peace in my arms
Calm to light and day to dawn
Mermaid still away
Steal today from my skin shining and dripping in the chill of fall shoreline
Supple
Smooth
Young as air
I am a mermaid there
-Jess
Categories:
ungrounded, peacepeace, peace,
Form:
Free verse
The Breakup
The weight of the world falls upon my chest with an unassuming heaviness. It fills my lungs
with bubbles, popping at each gasping breath I attempt to draw into my heaviness
I felt as though I was under a grand piano, hanging only by a thin unstable cable, outside a
glassless window, many many storeys above me, as I stand unknowingly on the sidewalk
below.
The piano begins to inch, ever so slightly, slowly, down each floor. The ebb of its decline
makes it hard for me to see it is falling towards me. But every once in awhile, I see slight
movement out of the corner of my eye, which would remind me of my fate, and not to plant
my feet too far into the ground.
Every so often the wind would gently brush the ivory keys and make a sweet and promising
sound, but the wind would cease, and the piano continued to rush towards me, now picking
up speed.
I felt a storm coming. My guts twisted and churned, like I knew exactly what was to come,
but did not anticipate the weight of the beautiful object hovering, still above me.
I looked up just in time to see the piano before it hit, and I prayed to whoever was listing to
at the least, not hit me too hard.
But it would become apparent that that request was inevitable, it was going to hit me, but it
was up to me how hard the impact would be.
I thought quick on my ungrounded feet.... If I dodged to the right it would crush my legs....If
I fell to the right it would surely crush my arms... but if I stayed directly under it..and took
the weight of the world head on, I was sure to get out...bruised, scared but
nevertheless....Alive!
I am glad I chose that outcome for myself... It's not how the weight of the world hits you, but
how you decide to fall victim under it.
Categories:
ungrounded, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
If love calls for me
and tells me words you say bear tears
I'd fend the fear
that melts those words,
until your sense
with me
agrees
If time defaced our vows,
and closed those doors
with sounds of life awash
with these fears
With our ungrounded tears
We would charm a distant well
without a cent...
for faith you lost in me
agrees
If silky goodbyes
crown a gilt-edged pledge with grief
I'd resign
all thoughts of guided fate
Cause then...
no tear with fear
agrees
Categories:
ungrounded, faith,
Form:
My Five Senses
For someone with synaesthesia,
I am just quite dumbfounded,
In understanding all my five senses,
That leaves me buzzing, ungrounded!
You see, it’s not very clear,
As to why this does happen,
But I see, hear, smell, taste and touch things,
As if they’re quite apparent.
I see things in color,
Like words, numbers, and notes.
Which often leaves me in a blunder,
To quote or unquote!
I taste more than just food,
Like air, space and mood,
And often compare it,
To a summer in June.
I hear most things out loud,
Like smell touch and crowds,
For where there is one, the others are around.
And often they all blend together somehow.
So, what’s simply the norm for her, them, and you,
Are just all my five senses, demanding a cue.
And if ever you meet me or another as similar,
Don’t bother to question, because for us it's quite familiar.
Date of poem 25 July 2018
Categories:
ungrounded, color, senses,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two and this story:
The sound of your voice is a soothing balm,
That eases my tension and fills me with calm.
Whenever I'm homesick and feel all alone,
It's the sound of your voice that takes me back home,
To a time when my worries were simple and few,
And my problems, then complex, were just something new;
A thing yet untried and so they confounded,
The heart of a youngster still new and ungrounded,
In matters of managing life in extremes,
And if not for you I'd have lost many things.
It's you that has given me courage to try,
And reach out for a goal and never say die,
And though I gain comfort,
And wisdom in years,
It's the sound of your voice,
I still long to hear.
Judy Ball
(Life - Like A Home Needs Love For It's Foundation.)
For I Fancy Another Sad Poem Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug.15,2011
Categories:
ungrounded, family, nostalgia, sad, me,
Form:
Free verse
4-19-2011 Reflecting in the wishing well
My fear subsided,for just a moment it seemed,
I reach towards the stars,my mind becomes in flight,
My feet ungrounded, my heart I am moving,
Soaring high in the sky,my eyes are wide open,
Weak shaking has passed, Last years fallen leaves pile in the corners,
New growth of the Spring appears,as if coming out of hiding.
I smell the new breath blossoming,only memories of the winter exist.
I have opened a new door,one which I had never opened before,all details become clearer,
I feel as if I’ve rested more than I have slept,my feet swishing in a cool,clear,stream, that of the wishing well.
My reflection with the sunshine at my back ,superimposes my shadow of my imagination, I want to tack up copies around public message boards.
Categories:
ungrounded, art, nature,
Form:
with the threat of permanence comes dependence &
with dependence comes vulnerability &
with vulnerability comes sacrifice &
with sacrifice comes reducing one’s own life by half or more &
with the reduction comes a lack &
with the lack comes a void &
with the void comes the naïveté that it can be filled by ungrounded belief &
with ungrounded belief comes faith &
with faith comes the refusal to provide evidence &
with the refusal comes certainty &
with certainty comes ignorance &
with ignorance comes sustainability &
with sustainability comes comfort &
with comfort comes complacence &
with complacence comes submission &
with submission comes defeat &
defeat is the threat realized.
Categories:
ungrounded, life, faith,
Form:
Free verse
transparency (another puppet in the puppet show)
when mr. hope & change ran for leader of the empire,
he filled those so desperate
with hopes that were ungrounded,
if not completely false---
for if you walk like a politician &
you talk like a politician,
far be it for this writer to doubt that you are anything but a
politician,
one who in this country that is decrepit, desecrated & drowning in debt,
has sold the very inner core of themselves to the
bloodiest & dirtiest hands,
on the way up the ladder,
either forgetting or simply denying that when you get to the
top,
you will have to pay up,
that you will have to remember all those disgusting hands that helped you to your
pinnacle of power,
so as to perpetuate the system of corruption &
keep those that are running things happy---
one more excerpt in mr. hope’s CV came today
when his disciples sent forth the story of iran’s
alleged hiring
of a mexican drug cartel to kill off the
ambassador from saudi arabia---
saying that a military solution is not off the table
but ever so graciously saying that the empire will deal with this with
MORE SANCTIONS,
with mr. carney (mr. change’s prime tool)
speaking at a press conference
hinting to us american people that
“for a long time the iranian economy is not growing”---
hmmm,
if that remark was true, one wonders why that is?
could it be that no country in the region is allowed to think their own
thoughts without submitting the whole of their will to the
empire,
and perhaps because the US wants to strangle iran & then suck the oil right out of the land
without paying the people who actually live there a cent?
now mr. change & co. have begun to spread their own poorly woven
LIES
a la mr. bush’s WMD’s,
in order to dominate the region completely,
so that the empire can go on using the world’s natural resources within its own
borders---
remember how mr. change prided himself on his administration’s
transparency?
remember how he assured the peasants in the empire that his
administration would be nothing like the past 8 years when he came to the
pulpit?
how transparent this leader’s transparency is,
no?
another puppet in the puppet show.
Categories:
ungrounded, life, people, change, people,
Form:
Free verse
Alone I wonder about life's great plan,
encompassing me and my vision at hand.
Drawn are the lines to secure the path,
yet fate plays a role at my hearth.
Confused, and trying for a meditative state,
relaxing is now something that can't wait.
As time slows and I take up the pose,
I cannot decide where my life truly goes.
Try to be still, to envision the way
but I cannot shut down, my thoughts they do sway.
Relax they say, breathe and be whole,
feel the chi unfold, adhere to your soul.
The way is not mine as the minutes propose,
I cannot be idle, in a stationary pose.
As I lift myself up and come forth from the "serene",
I take the rake and wipe the sand clean.
25/10/2018
Categories:
ungrounded, angst,
Form:
Rhyme