Best Unimaginably Poems
I am sure you can hear me weep
Autumn - I will let you sleep
As you look death in the eye - through heavenly eyed
I am with you always - sound of leaves falling silently - unimaginably tired
Naked, forsaken cold and bleak
Winter allows the soil and the plants sleep
During the winter snow and dark gray cloud
The rivers have been frozen - King Winter is proud
I hear the birds playing my song
Spring - throw winter clothes - it was not wrong
Apple blossoms sprouts and clear blue sky
This makes me so happy - wish I could fly
Lightweight shoes and golden hair
A smile on your face - so easy to care
Summer is here - feet in the hot sand
Flowers and butterflies ... oh ... I love my land
26.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Categories:
unimaginably, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Thinking myself unborn
I can’t help
Wondering what the
State of non-being
Must be like
If opposites attract
And that’s a
Naturally occurring fact
Then perhaps it
Stands to reason
Darkness is out
Of season when
Light comes pouring
In like sweet
Summer shower rains
But not if
Existence doesn’t matter
And all is
Nothing more important
Than the unborn
Dreams of many
Not yet shattered
Such as the
Un-poetic poetry posing
Like masquerading mannequins
In storefront windows
And songs unsung
By the old
Masters who were
Never allowed to
Create something new
Because they too
Were left unborn
And every breath
They never breathed
Is still waiting
Patiently for them
In the airy
Skies where birds
Nest and fly
And the leaves
Bend and bow
Knowing strangely somehow
They’re not alone
And when fall
Comes calling them
Back once more
To the ground
Whence they came
They never complain
No need to
Explain to them
The reason for
Their own mortal
Worth which is
Nothing less than
Their miraculous living
Dying and gratifying
Moment of pure
Unimaginably timeless un-birth.
Categories:
unimaginably, imagination, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
The darkest clouds ever
... overshadowing sight never before seen
Ominous high noon weather
shuddered the souls witnessing
the
death
of
the King of kings
It was a festive occasion for the wicked
that Son-less day —
a Roman execution was underway
Three wooden crosses
were fastened to the sky
And the howling of the darkening air
changed the joyous atmosphere to fear
The wicked were taking pleasure
in their vote count
They were pleased with the final tally ...
a murderer being released
in exchange for
the
life
of
the Prince of Peace
The Conqueror of Sin now hanging on a cross,
dying the death:
Crucifixion —
so unimaginably painful
Roman capital punishment
was lethal lingering torture
But for the evildoer viewers, it was a short-lived savor
For the black clouds had blotted the sun,
plunging the sky into total darkness
Heaven wept that day,
without shedding a teardrop from the sky
Heaven cried that day,
blood tears of the Lamb of God
Sanctifying water soaked the ground
Cleansing the Resurrection plots,
that one day
would be opened by the trumpet sound
Heaven wept
funeral tears for us,
wearing a shrouded veil of darkness
Hiding anguished Holy eyes,
for
the
Father could not
look
upon
the
Son
As the King of kings Messiah savior blood
dripped
down
the cross
from a
thorny
crown
Categories:
unimaginably, history, jesus, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
THE GARDEN OF LOVE AND GUILT
Judas, was destined to be the traitor to betray our Saviour,
Paid 30 pieces silver for him to perform guilty behavior
Satan had entered this man who told the authorities,
To follow Our Saviour, and the one he kissed
Among the majorities,
Would be Jesus, the innocent son of God, that they should arrest,
And so it took place, then Jesus was tried and
Convicted, this blessed
Holy man sent by God, convicted of being treacherous
And claiming to be King of the Jews for which he was
Deemed to be dangerous,
He was to be crucified, as a common criminal!
A new era for many was about to take place in Biblical
History – Jesus had to carry his own cross through the streets
Of Jerusalem, through to the Hill of Calvary, where he meets
And is crucified between two thieves,
He suffered unimaginably on that stark wooden cross, he heaves
His body one last time, His last words
Heard from this Son of Man, Our Lord
Were, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit”.
And then he died,
And Mary his mother cried!
Jesus thus took upon him the sins of humanity,
And so began the New Testament and Christianity.
Categories:
unimaginably, easter, god, jesus, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
The whole truth
and nothing but the fu(king truth
That laws, and math, only help solve
local temporary problems,
All of which fall way short
on the infinite needs scale
were we rely on estimates, theories,
and other manmade truths
Still here we are,
alone on a goldilocks planet
All 8 billion of us milling around,
living our lives
guaranteed nothing
other than this moment
and whatever came before
To think otherwise
would be presumptuously human
As for choice is there really any
other than try feed ourselves
and sate the instinct to survive and thrive
We are a civilisation built on
disparate societal values and creeds
Each day is an imperceptible handover
from one generation to the next,
with no guarantee they’ll do a better job
But the real problem is not truth,
It’s why!
Why anything at all,
Why life
Why the fu(k am I asking these questions
I’m apostate, No!
I have little faith, No!
I am honest, No!
A nihilist, No
It’s because I have a sentient,
curious, unapologetic mind
that compels me to ask why!
Sometimes I think
i’d be better off a sponge
floating in crystal clear turquoise balmy oceans
Soaking up oblivious unintelligible surroundings
Indifferent to mortality and the universe,
popping off a few buds every once in a while,
or whatever sponges
brainlessly do to further their species
Such basic life is so very tempting
but just doesn’t sit right
Never to experience love
however fleeting,
Never to endure pain
However crushing,
Never to feel like throwing in the towel,
Even if just to mop blood
off the floor like a sponge
See, I’ve had moments
unimaginably beautiful,
Alongside unconscionably awful ones,
Moments so real
they can’t have been synthesised
by any stretch of any imagination
I believe a God or the universe
created me as a vessel of interpretation
to perceive itself
from my unique perspective
Well not unique per se,
more a personalised handicapped view
I am nothing and everything
in the grand scheme of things
No more! No less!
One that uses swear words
language you may not like,
yet clearly understand
The weirdest part is not the feeling
I’ve written this fu(ked up poem
in previous carnations
It’s my swearing
just seems to be getting worse
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
unimaginably, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
I was born of a singularity –
A 14 billion year-old silent explosion,
Minuscule yet massive;
Unimaginably dense
I somehow expanded –
An infinite void,
Spawning colorful clouds
Of cosmic gas and dust
I was trillions of blinding stars
Collapsing and exploding,
Raining elemental sparks
Across the great expanse
I suddenly became stable,
Pressed by invisible forces;
Molten from trembling plates;
Cooled and carved by moving ice
I was synthesized in the oceans –
A hopeful spiraling helix,
Single celled and brainless,
Growing ever more complex
I was a bipedal stranger,
Learning of tools and fire;
I hunted and fished the earth,
Uttering the first of human sounds
I am the universe in deep contemplation;
I am consciousness sprung from the inanimate;
I am carbon-based collection of stardust,
United with myself in the vastness of space.
Categories:
unimaginably, science, space, universe,
Form:
Free verse
I know this may sound crazy, but
Love shall not be imagined, and do let it go.
Over, and over it goes long, let you know,
Verily, know that my heart will never be as bat.
Every moment I remember that good time, spent with
You, the sun unimaginably laughs at me.
Oh, our love makes everything different, not only me,
Understand that don’t let out the pith.
Anger shall never ever let you down, focus on certain aim.
Damn, now Lad and Lady are landing along the left side of the beach,
Aubade they sing in any moment for each.
Misappropriate none repeat the same.
Action not intention, we bowed for our mistakes,
Simply because everyone needs repent as how it takes.
Categories:
unimaginably, hope, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
::
i’ve always wondered about the phrase “my world”
what gives you the right
to claim that i am something
so strong
so defiant
it is not your world,
the world belongs to us all
and we have to take care of it
but more importantly,
i belong to myself,
so i am not your world
or your universe
or your one and only
and i can take care of myself
how dare you call me
something so beautiful.
::
silly,
you can’t see the universe
in my eyes
my eyes are blue, i agree,
but they have always been
my smallest feature.
the universe
is unimaginably large;
no one has reached its end,
but you claim to have every feature of mine memorized
so you must be wrong.
and don’t forget
we cling to the earth with trust
that it will not choose
to drop us
into the endless abyss around us
and no one could fall in love with me,
for my eyes are eyes
not a universe
::
it was very late
when you said that
my lips were like a black hole
because they pulled you in
and you could never escape
but you must have forgotten
my lips are lips.
Maybe you meant my lips
affected time
like how im always late
for work.
but black holes slow time
which would be helpful
then i wouldn't be late
(so they still couldn't be black holes)
Unless you meant my lips
were infinitely big; wrong,
but i guess thats flattering.
yet, i still don’t know
how you could get lost
in my lips
like how i lose my car keys
or my phone
because you know
where your lips are
and your eyes are just fine
so you can see my lips
see? right here.
i always wear red lipstick so you can remember me,
and they are also not black.
see? now our lips are touching
and it feels nice
there are no sparks, sir,
so tone it down
with your crazy metaphors
and focus on this kiss
maybe you'll think
it’ll last forever
which would be wrong (again)
but i still love you.
::
Categories:
unimaginably, i love you, imagination,
Form:
Blank verse
From an old live action memory, we first start to see your vibrant spirit
Rambunctious, exuberant and decided; RED
Breathtaking, beautiful eyes from the genes of a father
Like the baby blue shallows of the ocean
Past the calm, lies crashing waves of wild energy, and an irrepressible excitement for life, through the endless experiments it offers
An unwavering flame of determination and strength
Shining from the inside out, a love of sequined shirts and blinding sparkly silver hats
Reaching for the stars with a dream to be an electrical engineer
Small in stature but equipped with the roar of a thousand lions,
She’ll change the world
Tough, tireless, tenderhearted tendencies
Strength of character, amid affliction, and despite the odds
Creativity, unimaginably limitless like the vastness of space
Crafted concoctions of sweet smelling, pink strawberry delight
Our fiery carrot top, she’ll change the world.
Categories:
unimaginably, strength,
Form:
Blank verse
I am at your side - a faithful dog.
You are my master - my ship in dock.
You care for me, a god besides...
If you left me, I'd be rudderless.
Don't leave...
I am at your side, in this, a well
of unimaginably harsh sound.
Noise is the bending of ears
that do not want to know...
and you should never leave.
Do not leave me, your dog,
in troubled times
with wailing sounds
or concertina, or whatever.
Believe me... Stay.
----------------------------------------------
Julia Ward,
8/8/2015
Contest - Your best poem with metaphors
Sponsor - Silent One
7th place win
Categories:
unimaginably, dog,
Form:
Personification
TODAY
Black Elk said: "A peoples' dream died there... it was a beautiful dream. The Nation's hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the Sacred Tree is dead."
The People were not taken up,
Nor did they die.
They lingered through time and the march of Progress,
As most fell into step, shedding all they'd been,
To drift along with the tide.
But for the many who held on in the Feverland,
Where change came slowly, if at all,
Their wrinkles grew deeper, eyes clouding
Likes skies heavy with storm,
Visions wavering ephemerally,
Seeing like ghosts,
Becoming ghosts.
Their dream is long dead
But the memory of it lingers smoldering
As unquiet ashes in unsteady hearts.
In the quiet of the blackest nights,
Or in the stillness that precedes the dawn,
If one listens closely, with committed heart
One may hear faint echoes
Like the cries of some bird
Unimaginably distant.
The fire is out, only hope goes on smoking
As ever, the last ember to die.
The old gaze out onto the mesas,
Watching the sun paint them red as it sets,
Listening the while for other sounds from other times,
Dreaming sweet dreams when they doze.
When the rare rains fall,
Settling the choking dust,
Some who went to the White Schools remember
The shortest verse of the White Man's Book:
Jesus wept.
Does He weep now, supplicant before His Father's throne?
Imploring mercy for His adopted Brothers,
Betrayed as He was Himself betrayed?
Are these drops from the sky His tears,
Or only rain?
The old men,
Less learned,
Ponder this verse of their own:
The old men
Say
The Earth only
Endures.
You spoke truly,
You are right.
Categories:
unimaginably, history, humanity, native american,
Form:
Free verse
Life used to be so simple when Earth was the hub
in a Universe of twinkling stars that revolved around us.
The moon rose, the stars circled, the seasons came and went.
People were born, lived three-score years and ten,
Then died and were buried, remembered with legacies.
But now we're told Earth is a speck of dust
One of nine planets in our solar system circling a mediocre star, our Sun,
which is one tiny sand grain on an endless beach of stars in the Milky Way,
which is one of billions of galaxies in the vast, endless space of the Universe
stretching unimaginably way out there, beyond eternity and comprehension.
Humans have strode the earth for 200,000 years of so,
Life has been here for 3.9 billion years,
The Big Bang, that conceived the Universe, occurred 13.8 billion years ago.
So human existence is a tiny pico-second in the lifetime of the universe.
So how does it help to know humans are a mere skerrick in time and space,
In a universe so old and vast it belies comprehension,
how does knowing this help in any way?
Categories:
unimaginably, sky, space,
Form:
Free verse
Do I define terrorism
as a state of spiritual vandalism?
Or is it a group in minority
expressing their superiority
by murdering and sucking up humanity,
As a deity watches on an unrelated entity.
To our eyes it brings tears of sorrow.
We can only imagine the world of tomorrow.
Violence, bloodshed and prayerful murder,
Beaten, bruised and unimaginably tortured.
Civilians who live hopeless lives,
Happiness extinguished by faithful lies.
How can we hope to see the light?
When blinding darkness shines far more bright?
Can a single religion establish peace?
This very idea is a gnarled disease.
We worship the same god, in one form or another
and fight within our faiths, one form or another.
Catholics and Protestants, Jews and Gentiles,
Shaivas and Vaishnavas, Sunnis and Shias.
Small drops of water between fingers may slip,
but water when together, holds up a ship.
Follow ones own faith and preach your grace,
Religion maybe good, but not at the cost of human race.
Categories:
unimaginably, allegory, life, veterans day,
Form:
Verse
When city life morphs
into a cacophony of noises;
splintered sounds levy a toll.
And anxiety overshadows my reality;
till I'm brought to the edge of tears,
and need to step away from it all.
So, I inevitably turn
to nature's serene stillness;
to recharge my spirit.
I'm a people person,
but, at times,
I want to be alone
with my thoughts;
listening to the mountains speak
in muted sounds of silence.
Leaving my stress behind;
I seek the isolation of camping
in an unimaginably peaceful place
of quietude, beauty, and solitude.
And there, at night, the stars light up the sky,
bathing me in celestial light;
making me feel insignificant,
yet fundamentally connected,
somehow.
Categories:
unimaginably, anxiety, beautiful, beauty, image,
Form:
Free verse
spat on, scrunched, trampled
unimaginably torn
used, misused, abused
we care not; for there is want
and it remains valuable.
5/23/2016
Traditional Tanka contest
Categories:
unimaginably, abuse, emo, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Tanka