Best Unhurt Poems
Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I am unhurt among drawers…
so I curl and stare blank, imbibing bits of gentle
murmurings that whisper on hangers as they
sway with the lint...I strain to listen
but prickly voices gush out of reach
from the sleeves of a night
like a conversation behind closed knobs…
I hear yet can't quite grasp
what my heart wants to say in low dips ;
like a tremolo carrying mould of twilight...
it hums all sermons of a Sunday church bell
speaking in tongues I knew once...long ago.
The moon folds around me in black suds
washing a laundry of venting desire, only to find myself
trapped by needles…I feel a stab, a grating chill: perhaps,
I have no language when no one wants to listen.
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You are water~
fluid moods
overflowing extremes
I dip my toes
testing
should I dive in
this time
will y o u let me sink or swim
have you r e a l l y changed
you are a lagoon
soothing cooling
tranquil
for now I float
in sweet oblivion
you are a shimmering mirage
of something I hope for
illusional life-giver
a fertile oasis in arid land
giving love unhurt to my heart
you move like an undulating river
natural flowing dynamic definite
sailing the curves
taking me places never imagined
when we're apart
you are a flash flood
white water without warning
cleansing destructive
baptizing both good and evil
you are a raging waterfall
beautiful in your steep revenge
threatening to roil me over the edge
you are a tsunami!
born of violent eruption
mortifying underestimated overwhelming
growing larger as I let you get closer
sweeping me up
slamming me along
with the rest of your emotional debris
you are a MAELSTROM!
dizzying swallowing suffocating
K i l l i n g
spinning
sucking me down
down
through the center
of a drowning depression
nooo
your circular violence
h a s n ' t changed
If you could relive an ancient day, which day, which day, which day would you say?
First kiss, first date
Or undo a mistake?
.
Watch your child be birthed again
Go back and unhurt a wounded friend?
Unsay a word?
Unbreak a heart?
Undrink that first drink?
Unscar that first scar?
.
Or would you go to another place
Feel your dad's hands
See your mom's face?
Laugh with your sisters
Let little brother win that foot race
.
Maybe pet that dog just one more time
Hear grandma recite that old nursery rhyme
Maybe take up for the kid that got picked on
Or hear again for the first time your favorite old song
.
Or tell your kids you loved them again and again
No matter what they'd just done or how late they had been
But you can't go in reverse to relive any day
What you would have done
Or what you would say
.
But you can say now what you wouldn't before
You can be someone new open up a new door
You can make a difference in your here and now
You can't be a new when but can be a new how
Your love for me is invaluable,
When I flash back I dwell in wonderland,
Your grace upon me is immeasurable,
I have nothing to give but praises and adoration;
My tongue is faster than my pen;
Thank you for being there for me.
The uncreated creator,
The immovable mover,
The unshakable shaker,
The uncontrollable controller,
The unbeatable beater,
And the unseen seer.
When diseases ravages like wide fire,
there I was and I survived,
When floods visited my community and
many lost their lives and properties;
There I laid and survived,
When the bus I traveled in was engulfed by fire,
I remained unhurt and unscathed,
When the wind of famine and malnutrition blew,
I stayed and my skin did not wither,
When I was captured by ritualistic people and
cannibals and placed in their dungeon,
I saw a beam of light and heard
a thunderous voice saying"come son",
I moved towards the beckoning light and voice,
and later found myself near a flowing stream.
I escaped,Oh! the Lord saved me.
Believe it or not,This is not fiction,
Though full of unbelievable allusion,
Whether you are an atheist with a caption,
The Lord almighty is full of compassion,
His grace is enormous without friction,
He did it for me and can do it for anyone;
Glory,honour,majesty be unto Him.
Forever!, will I give thanks unto Him.
5-6-2013
Tempers and attitudes in our house did stay
Guess it was because we were raised that way
Things could get bad when one of us got mad
If you escaped unhurt, then be really glad
For the attitudes would flare
And tempers would rage
We were all quite violent for our age
With our fists our problems were solved
I know that may sound unorthodox to all
But in our home, an evil ruled
In being mean, we were schooled
My brother and sister were taught well
Mess with them and you’ll pay hell
One day while they were playing together
Sitting by the stove because of cold weather
My brother had taken sis’s doll away
With her, this was not how to play
She got mad and started to cry
My brother laughed as he watched her whine
Well then she thought that little brat
If he wants to fight, then I’ll just fight back
So into the ashes from under the stove
She reached in and pulled out a bolt
A bolt from a rail road tie I believe
And trust me when I say they’re big
She turned around and without a word
A big loud crack from his head could be heard
Golden blonde hair now soaked with blood
I had watched from where I stood
This little girl with such cute curls
Has proven that she’ll rock your world
If you mess with her or her dolls
You’d better run at least three miles
For her revenge is not too good
My brother knows and this is understood
For underneath that cute exterior
Is the soul of a very brave warrior
We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!
Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he mustered the nerve
with all of our backing, to send the girl packing
with cleverness, cunning and verve.
But she was vindictive by nature
and wouldn't let 'bygones' be gone
if it took all her years, she would stir up our fears
her plans were all plotted and drawn.
She waited 'til we'd quite forgotten
her villainous, vile, evil reign
then with fierce aggression, she took bold possession
of our lovely, dear, docile domain.
She poisoned the pansies and lilies
and shredded the sweet climbing vines
she disturbed my repose, when she broke the windows
with a shriek that sent chills up my spine.
She tore down my front porch swing
shattering the flowerpots and planters
mad wreckage in her wake, as she sought all to break
taking off to the back at a canter.
I squared off to defend my back garden
grabbed whatever I thought I might wield
at first, on my guard, as I entered the yard
I found she was hardly concealed...
And 'though she seemed alone in the garden
I soon found that I was mistaken
for, succinctly put- I was bound head to foot
and carried off, unhurt but shaken.
Griselda had built quite an army
it seems, in her time far away
for gremlins and trolls, from the caves to the knolls
were under her terrible sway.
They answered her orders directly
and smugly, she smiled and she smirked
a gleam in her eyes as she planned my demise
as her minions continued to work...
Heaving in stones from the quarry
they were piling them higher and higher
and my strength gave away as to my dismay
I saw they were building a pyre!
But Gregor'd escaped all their notice
as he'd hid 'neath the back garden shed
and despite his wee size, he would prove her demise
at his bellow, her company fled.
He used a cheap trick, an enchantment
that he bought from an old witch named Rue
and it seemed there were thousands (as far as the eye scanned)
of Gregors that came into view!
Her face was distorted with terror
and she promised that she'd stay away
and off like a blip- she jumped on a ship
and sailed to somewhere near Bombay.
On a serious note
Fellow poets, please
Open your hearts to send
with alacritous speed
Healing wishes to a poet in need
Our dear friend, Heidi Sands
can use all of our helping hands
She's taken sick in New Hampshire
a virtual medical desert
May she recover completely unhurt
She loves her family...
her husband, her children, her pups and kitty.
She loves the color purple.
She loves the Goddess,
all her special potions in their fancy bottles and jars.
All her spices and herbs,
sorted so neatly, labeled and placed just so.
Her candles in their holders placed in their places around her alter.
She gets angry when anyone litters.
"We must all respect Mother Earth,
she takes care of us, we need to take care of her."
She likes everyone she meets, until they give her a reason not to.
She showed me where the fairies live.
She taught me to believe in them,
lest they die.
From Mother Earth we came, thus to Mother Earth we must return.
She returned.
She went to the Summerlands.
She walks on grass so cool and green,
butterflies and fairies flitting about,
fragrant, sweet purple flowers
so thick, you can't help but step on them,
but when she turns around to look, she sees they are unhurt,
it's as if noone had passed by at all...
of course there are purple flowers... she loves purple.
Flawless Aster under Auspicious Cloud.
I find myself under an Auspicious cloud.
My sweet dreams overcome the flaws in disaster.
Smoothing away all my flaw's in my fear.
I slept under the star shape like an Aster.
Vanishing away the ugliness of my nightmares.
I awaken to a peaceful morning of tranquility.
In a fragrance path leading me to my own Dynasty.
I saw the solution that disabled the flaws of our unity.
Using myself perception of my abilities.
I am overwhelmed by the flawless gloom.
Accepting the careless ways of my responsibilities.
Surrounded by the human bloom.
I am cheerfully flowing out a perfectiveness of a glow.
My flaws have been cleansed and purified.
I joined the flowers of the radiant promising future.
To accomplished life in an auspicious way.
A flawless look into the obvious day.
A beautiful elegance in our harmonious way.
Unmarked in every soul with a purple ray.
Faultless, blameless, no need to beg and pray.
Unhurt like the beauty we find in the sky.
You hold me close with the whole feeling of love.
I am the Auspice in your eye.
Undamaged me with the atmosphere of your Aster wondrous sky.
Unharmed you stand in front of me.
I'm wild like an Aster flower in your hands so perfectly.
Smiles to the world full of flawlessness.
Like a diamond found in nature untouched and unbroken.
Spoken words clearly come out bless.
A star, two flowers, a cloud, an imaginable token.
Symbolizing the love with no weakness.
Impacted on kindness and daintiness.
Waking up to the the worlds of reality.
I turn around like the moon.
On my taste buds I flavored the blossom smell.
The brightness of a flawless day.
I brush the dust of my shoulders.
I have no anger to castaway.
I've earned no fault when it comes to reason.
Now it's time to comprehend to live in the new.
Forbid my self to dwell on the old.
Look into the beauty that our future world holds.
Close the vision that we only see things for its flaws.
Clear your mind to inner self of mortality.
Longing to see the Aster in the dark sky.
I own the impurity of my air to the Auspicious cloud.
To absolute revive the love of the things that are alive.
By: P.D.
Igba Irunmole,
These armies in bright blinding splendour,
Arrayed in unfathomable beauties,
Winged being from beyond the galaxies’
Tracking the blues skies unnoticed,
They walk this earth, unseen by mortal eyes,
Igba Irumole,
Sparkling in beauty, I marked their glowing gaze,
In radiance beyond sunlight,
Watching the sons of men day and night,
Though as servants attending,
Yet as warriors in readiness,
They weary themselves unseen by mortals,
Igba Irunmole
They cover the winds in clouds,
Sprinting through sunlight unhurt,
They mingle in lights with glorious enthusiasm,
Constrained by frequent grandeur
Parading this widening landscape
Igba Irunmole
Is this His beauty? a delightful sunbeam,
Buries my gaze in a blindfold of horror
Well nigh to the end of life,
This frame so frail mingled with pains
A strength not mine imbued within,
There I saw my fickle frame.
footnote . Igba Irunmole translated into English Are myriads of Angels
Igba is number count in Yoruba Language,
Irumole, Iru awon oni Imole, the bearers of Light
I played as a Goalkeeper
trained to make the save
push the ball away
instinctively go again,
knocked down get up,
get hit get in the way,
down up down up
take a battering
not pass kick or head,
get hit take it
all that matters
recycle retain
never show pain
or stay led
no fear thought
hesitation no floor
animal
smacked pain,
engrained
smacked again,
if you can function
be punctual
ball face punch force,
don't roll or feel
don't lay or look
off all fours
chest or balls
foot use all
rise fall cycle
adrenaline no trembling
give everything,
no end in sight
fight and you fight
clear mind mad kind
no excuses just reasons,
lessons to heed,
opponents to read,
hurt what's hurt
who's Burt
give everything to the shirt
visit dirt submerge
back up unhurt
the moment
occurring
war keep serving
nerveless what's nervous
rush buzz
keep going because,
because why? cus you can.
I'm Nick Trim
Goalkeeper
never a victim
no need,
do the opposite instinctively
no sympathy
no wimp in me,
challenge,
won't win quickly,
can't get rid easily,
sorry that I battle back,
it aint over after one whack,
long of short
I never stop,
give up or think to quit,
a man,
not a bit itch
For Mothers
The Taveta Golden weaver treats her littles so dear
warms her nest as she's always there.
Even when in distant search for a meal
her protective covering; she ensures they wear
so as to be absolute; she's always near.
Her compassion; she invests in me
with each and every tear
which has an unbelievable healing power
resurrecting me and making my problems mere.
Despite facing the Lion's Den in fear
unhurt; we pass through such furnace year after year
and even though considered the most fragile and delicate
the weight she carries, no one can bear.
I'm tossed all around from rock to humous
and trapped in the abyss of termination
as the Demon of death valley makes my end so clear
with no hope, I curse and swear
ready to face the worse,
with horrifying sounds of disaster I hear,
but guess what! My Mama appears.
She's a priceless godess not renowned
nuturing me to be the best in town
her protective arms; my invaluable crown.
Despite sometimes giving her reasons to frown
and embarrassing her like an annoying clown
she's still ready to lay her life down
making me sail through in safety
in the expense of her drown.
Intrigues trap,
Spider weaves a web,
Escape unhurt.
I picked up your ashes
Three months after cremation
I felt I had bottled emotions
Time would help verbal summation
Yet silence is what I find
No words escape my lips
Thoughts of your meandering
Unbeknownst except for tips
Your work you credited
All your time and space
Arriving home so late
Booze on breath and red face
I overlooked so much
I never said a word
Just glad you made it home
Uninjured and unhurt
I loved you
I hope you knew
Took care of you
The best I could do
I feel a whole
Deep within my heart
A void filled by you
Right from the start
Sometimes I feel you
Watching over me
But to hold you again
Is what I need
The birds call for you
The dogs look too
The cats wait on the bed
But all are well fed
I keep your ashes with me
And everywhere I go
Your in an airtight gray box
Co captain as we go
It's funny the quiet moments
And music we now enjoy
Is all I ever wanted love
But your program would not deploy
So for now we spend this time
Exactly how I wished
You are always with me
Peaceful loving how I embellished.
There, thrust to
high Heaven
my ever trusted foe
whose flashes flames
of fine froth
lured me within his
caste raps.
There, lies my
intent torment;
A galaxy of my
inventor
Deadly duel
reminiscence.
Falsehood keg me in
Bars,
spade off, from
sprayed spittle.
Like a barren
scarecrow.
Stood scar of the
underworld,
A trait, from
trusted Martian
His facade holds a
fang
His rear springs a
barrow
His mid inhabits a
maim,
runs the raw rubbles
of a rival,
What a rust of
uncrowned remedies?
Like the unspoken
mirage.
Seared off from the
carcass
Set asunder from my
design
Have I return unhurt
and unscarred?
Where are the fang,
barrow and maim
That once engulfs my
whole sanity
where is my
entrusted foe?
Where are hands that
spared me?
Whose satire bears
me up,
Like the spider’s
barrow
is the cradle of my
existence?
There goes my foe
There goes my
torment
A friend and a
comforter,
Engrave in a solemn
sepulcher
Owe in spread wings
to oblivion
Leaving a fang for a
portion:
Solace that hurts,
Secrets that sieved
the siege
A hidden jewel for a
treasure
Truth that heals.