Best Unintended Poems
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” - Unseeking Seeker
A person’s true emotions we cannot know,
but sometimes by a frown their feelings show.
With awareness, we learn to recognize
the pain reflected in a person’s eyes.
There is a girl that we had somehow hurt.
She lost her glow. As if left in the dirt,
she seemed to wither, dying like a rose,
so compassion was the path we chose.
We talked with her to find out what had made
her beautiful countenance and smile fade.
Apologies we offered in hopes to please
this friend of ours, who now seems much at ease!
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
~ Unseeking Seeker
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Are we perceived as hostile beings
by flora that we tend in our gardens?
If we intimidate petals of peonies
each time we walk past their stems,
we should make amends and ask for pardon.
Is the pink tint of their blush mistrust of us?
Withering zinnias and wilting wisteria!
We wouldn't want to burden them with fear
when we speak of how lovely they'd look
in a crystal vase, set upon our parlor mantle.
To ease their worry and not cause their tears,
in our pockets, we don't carry pruning shears.
We personify flowers as if they have feelings—
but do our innuendos have that effect on people?
We label shy ones as loners or 'wall flowers'
who pull back, often going unnoticed for hours.
Do some of us unintentionally cause that reaction?
If this proves true, we need to take a moment
to have in depth contemplative consciousness,
a change in our stance and make an atonement
if it's determined we're at fault— guilty.
If so, our aura indeed has need of correction.
One that shows us emanating a kinder reflection.
The one who wilted as we passed by—
was she the shrinking Violet we refused to see?
Would we bring her heart joy if we paused
and spoke to her with a gentle greeting?
Words that would give the fragile one cause
to not think of us as hostile and vile?
If a kind word is spoken with a sincere smile
wouldn't those greetings be worthwhile?
It's plausible that we'd then have a pleasant scent,
the treacly aroma of consideration and love.
Time taken to say, 'hello' would've been well spent.
Hold out a hand as a metaphorical invitation to dance.
It might give a wallflower the confidence and the chance
to stand tall and no longer cringe at being approached.
If we've been at fault for diminishing the smile in souls,
offer them emotional strength. Be someone who consoles.
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” —Unseeking Seeker
the passersby wailed in laughter
with a blink of an eye she sought the here after
prompting hatred she'd rid and had been
gone the sun's soul beaming within
left are the pieces contusion once dealt
exemplification deep purple, blue/black welt
anticipating that it is all in the imagination
innuendo scorns, undertones as intimidation
the nuances of facial expression and body language
an undercurrent hides beneath an open bridge
the windy storm blows farther its opaque steam
whilst whispering mantras gently stream
uttering phonemes begin and she softly chants
deep breaths balm lofty thoughts further enhance
‘I choose and listen how my inner voice druthers,
and not the random opinions of others’
forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds—perfume
on the heel that has crushed it, where sweet aromas loom
Everyone wants the world to change today
Why not, when so many people suffer?
Even in this scientific heyday,
Everyone still thinks they’ve got it rougher
And the visionaries with their grand schemes
I hate to sound like a cynical jerk
Ask before you buy into their daydreams:
How can they truly know how it all works?
I think it’s so far above my pay grade
To assume that I alone can mend it
Do you understand how the changes made
Can cause problems that were not intended?
So, to avoid an unwanted error,
Please first fix the problem in the mirror!
4/10/16
For Contest: If you Could Change the World
Sponsor: Dan Kearley
Unintended
So often the simplest expression
provokes the deepest thought.
Sometimes without intention
love claims a place in our heart.
And as the rising of the tide,
washes the sea upon the sand,
wiped away are tears cried
by the touch of a gentle hand.
The most innocent of words
will stoke flames of desire.
Sometimes a desolate heart
is rekindled with raging fire.
Unintended, though his motives may be,
He passionately touches every part of me.
A Renga:
Unintended
The full moon hovers
Just above the horizon
In the freezing air
Howling for a few minutes
A few dogs in the distance
With great insistence
They argue with each other
About politics
"I don't mean to contradict,
Then again, maybe I do."
Perhaps they are through,
Perhaps she will try again,
A refreshing wind
The apple tree, once again,
Tosses blossoms in the air
At the County Fair
Couples prance in the line dance
To a steady beat
In the ealry evening heat
Sipping tea and lemonade
He is still afraid
They won't be interested,
He maintains silence
Noting the correspondence,
Patterns of the earth and sky
As oak leaves defy
The deepening autumn cool
She closes a door
This hasn't happened before
A road that's unknown beckons
Muse - Unintended - ??????? ?? ???????/Muse Unintended Russian translation
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
She could never be as good as you
You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You should be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
Before you...
(c) Muse (Matthew Bellamy) , 'Showbiz' album
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Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat'
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Pervaja vsjo razrushala -
Vse mechty i zvuk garmonij,
Ej ne dotjanut'sja do tebja.
Ty mogla by byt' moeju
Tak legko i tak sluchajno,
Ja by mog prodolzhit' svoju zhizn',
Ty mogla menja uslyshat' -
I stenan'ja, i voprosy,
Ja by mog vsegda tebja ljubit'.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
Ja pridu, kogda smogu ja,
No poka chinju pospeshno,
Mir, chto byl razrushen do tebja.
(?) Matthew Bellamy translated by Maryna Tchianova in 2018
You never know when the unresolved past
will come back and bite you in the heart.
The results of innocent acts will last
past shelf life in the emotional mart.
Greetings not made, curt remark to a child,
a group's laughter at the expense of one,
humorous fabled memories that would
shatter thoughts of what another has done.
We are monstrous to others as we hide
in our mind constructs of what the world's about.
And when we find shared memories don't jibe,
wagons circle to protect, not talk out.
Each fights to guard the memory's ego.
It's all that we have left to hang onto.
Written: April 22, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
*****************
In an oasis of ambrosian goals, we glide,
Petals softly share secrets rarely sighed.
Below their beam, our beings bloom,
Saga of a steadfast, empyrean soul looms.
All steps reverberated across the night,
Beacons in shadowy areas, rockets ignite.
Imagination arises with every breath,
Chase away the arcane doubts of death.
Our treks are aureate by strokes unseen,
Metaphors cavort on meadows of green.
Across every heartbeat, hopes ascend,
The forever auric vistas, a timeless bend.
A waning storm in her canorous gaze,
A dreary tangle veiled my soul—it was a maze.
The beat of our panacea was nuanced and odd,
My hiatus was as short as a mild dew on sod.
As a result of my intent, her inner grin faded,
A dulcet waltz, as halcyon empathy and jaded.
I stood there, my chin furrowed with worry,
Unsure what to permit— an unstated fury.
I saw my reflection in her quiddity pond,
Akin to waves that extend, but stay beyond.
This twisted sphere lacked an odor of love,
But knowing it was missing pulled insight above
I learned beneath the twilight's gentle sweep,
How deep emotions run when shadows seep.
Unintended beauty
I was not meant to be beautiful
So when I cut my hair
To sculpt my face perfectly
I forget...
When I slip-on that satin lingerie
Or drape yards of chiffon around me
Ensuring the fabric hugs my body tightly
And flaunt my curves rightly
I forget...
When I slip into them heels and wear a hot pout
When I put on all this makeup to cover every inch of my doubt
I forget...
I forget.
That this, was not,
What I intended to be!
I am not beautiful and beauty is neither my destination,
Nor my destiny
I am not that beautiful satin robe
Nor the perfect beach waves worthy of a stare
I am the late night clumsy PJs.
My messy morning hair
I am the poems gushing from my veins
I am every inch of my despair
I am my fingertips restless on this typewriter
And the broken heart they toil to repair
Then why must I cut myself thin,
Why shed the ugly from my skin
Why must I forget?
That my bone structure
Is not an architectural marvel
For tourists to revel in its beauty
It’s a shelter of the soul
Sacred to people who call it home.
I am too much of everything I am
I am my fierceness, my passion
But also the sweetest form of honey
I am my hysterical laughter
But also midnight rants
I am a ray of hope
But I never leave darkness’s hands
I just leave claw marks on hearts
I am a marvelous contradiction
Subtly, too much of everything I am
How is it that I permit myself?
Why over and over I forget
That I am not beauty
And she is not me
Hell, she lacks the magnitude to be
For I am too much!
Too much for beauty to behold,
In her pretty, delicate arms.
And I am tired
Of playing dress-up with her!
So I remind myself,
Every time I forget
To stop slipping into this ugly lie
that covers the beautiful truth I am.
Yet I am forgetful,
That's why when I intend to be beautiful
I forget.
All the unintended beauty that I already am!
I don't want to
Hurt anyone or start any civil wars
I'm abstaining from posting
certain thoughts on Facebook
And do or say anything that will cause alarm...
I just need an outlet
That doesn't drain my brain
I know I have some talent
I can't be that completely deranged
I don't want to
Take a dump on any sites
Unload a feeling of blahness
Commit any crimes
I just want to be honest
And say what's on my mind.
I am a scientist and like to believe
I live in rational universe where
cause and effect apply and that
Newton’s third law “when two
objects interact, they apply forces
to each other of equal magnitude
and opposite direction” might be
extended to human interactions.
Indeed, most of the women to whom
I’m attracted are repelled by me.
But electrical forces complicate the
situation as opposite charges attract,
which could explain what happened
between us, although relativity,
quantum physics and maybe even
string theory might have to be invoked
to explain what holds us together.
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
- by Unseeking Seeker
Amidst our laughter and great fun
She calmed down with a frown
As if a ghost was climbing down
To turn her back, leave and shun.
Did we express things harshly or rude?
Which word has implied something broad
We only meant just one thing
So kindly from our heart that morning.
Do we need to clarify, rewind or rephrase?
We’ll do with sincere apology and embrace
Unintended innuendo comes fortuitously
As abrupt blow while playing smoothly.
Extra cautiousness cries all the time
To make our lines go on perfect rhymes
Words must be melodious to all ears and heart
Well thought with love and care from the start.
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
The joy of fervent freedom suffused her sky,
let the enraptured heart’s lured songbird soar high,
gliding in the spring-rippled amorous air
that carried her fleeting jasmine fragrant flair.
No one could sing the song of yearning,
for the splitting thunder storm of strife surged in
from her illusive horizon receding to obscurity,
the wrench of desertion crushing her ecstasy.
The crippled bird folded the collapsed wings curled,
like the withered summer flower painfully furled.
Her mangled mind endured the pangs of isolation
in the ruined nest made of twig called emotion.
The wilted petals were dislodged from the floral fold
by the turbulent snow storm of desertion cold.
The fragmented flower found the dreams in debris,
in the rustle of livid leaves its moan subsided weary.
What in the end unintended innuendo made of her,
an impaled bird lost in deep blue blur,
failing to fly beguiled in our far away sky,
the pain of broken heart turning into wounded sigh.
The intended was upended
by upshots unexpected.
Star burrts of ramifications
shot into the air
despite all efforts to stop them.
It was like trying to control
an armful of crazy cats
frightened by a dog.
Cries and scratches flew
as intended harmony
became unintended chaos,
with dire consequences en-trained.
It is so hard to predict
the hurt caused from
the backlash and bite backs
to quite innocent intentions
which tensioned the web of status quo
to breaking point.
How can the unintended originator
be held responsible when
the Unintended is a martyr,
a victim of their own making?