Best Unintentionally Poems
My Handicap Beach
As I lay here and look out the window from our hotel at the absolutely amazing view..
It makes me wonder how something so simple creates such beauty and always seems so new..
I feel sadness for those who pass by every day and don’t think another thought about..
The beauty that surrounds them from the beach and the water with the waves washing in and out..
The lighthouse that stands unintentionally stoic and tall and lights the way for those out at sea..
And the sand that finally runs across my toes which has been a dream for so long for me…
This was only possible with the help of a loving person who got me where I needed to go…
And to whom I really hope does realize how much they have helped me in many ways to grow..
And there are always a few people that have to make a spectacle of a girl in a wheelchair..
As they walk by me and say things in a whisper as if they think I can’t hear along with a stare here and there..
If they only knew that It was one of the best days of my life and that I am feeling so relaxed and at ease..
I will take all of their comments and let them go over my head along with the beautiful breeze..
Because this morning I may have been the disabled girl on the beach which was a wonderful thing to me..
And until you learn to see the view from down in a wheelchair every day I don’t care what you think you see...
Because today my view was from the warm sand on a beach towel that was laid down just for me and was the best..
Day I have had in so long because I was no longer that poor gilt in the wheelchair and felt almost like all of the rest..
Of beach goers and comers to the new jersey shore in Atlantic City and right on the pier that is very well known..
For gambling and partying but for me it was just to feel the sand on my toes and feel like I was not handicapped if even for a few moments alone..
Coming home with my stuff in disarray the way it always is along with a few souvenirs because they are from my very first trip away from home..
I loved it so much and want to thank those who took me long on a short but awesome vacation to start me going more which I really hope..
Because it’s nice sometimes to go to places that make you feel different than the usual girl in the wheelchair always needing help from what I call in my head my proverbial rope..
Buffy Sammons
Categories:
unintentionally, blessing, emotions, how i
Form:
Free verse
Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…
Primarily, I am second.
For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories
Unintentionally
It is not intent that we embrace, but the end result.
Good, brief.
Bad, seared.
Branded
I hang my smile on half-mast remembrance,
The elaborate touch of yesterday’s smile
Forgotten
And days go by
Where cryptic anger holds me dear
Because my identity becomes nothing more
Than a discarded 140 characters
Yet, this handsome error
Will still smile through the equally equivocal flaws
Of others
We are a marathon running on seismographic parallels.
Faults, unbecoming
Faults, embedded
One-sided
Expiration, denied
The pricelessness of my heart, cost overridden
Perhaps it has become the only option
To keep love’s punishment, subdued
While songs of psychic animosities,
Lay judgment on unawareness’ smile
It is not easy to reach wanton goals,
While attempts to (mind) read incoming ruptures
Incorporate 50% success rate
We stumbled when we ran yesterday.
We will stumble when we walk today.
We shall stumble upon the sunrise & sunset of tomorrow.
Why couldn’t you just hold my hand when we fall?
…
I am, Error.
One day, I will become a candle in the wind
Extinguished
Will the winds upon angel’s wing
Be guided by those same smiles
Tossed into amnesia’s similar gust
©D.J.E.
Categories:
unintentionally, friend, friendship, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
I can't remember if the sun was shining
Or if the clouds looked down on me as I stood
A child of ten standing on a window sill
Whispering to himself he should
It started shortly after I woke
Distant where the trigger was
I'm guessing just the overflow
of everything they did and said
Finally ground down by all around
And though I'd fought for years
Death becomes a friend
When she's the only one there for you
Knowing I would soon be in the playground
Where no nurse could make better the names they cruelled
Knowing my mothers boyfriend was down stairs
Waiting for his latest vile whim to unfold
My mind consumed by every name called
I was not the same they proved
Alone in my crowded thoughts
T o death I looked for belonging
As I dressed my imagination dreamt
What could happen today?
Exploding into the unknown
My strength rapidly dissolved
I could see no directions
that didn't lead to another painful day
As my journey to the end begun
All they told me loading the gun
All that made me different from
Pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return
In front of the mirror I stood
Cut off my curly hair
No longer the golliwog
That their taunts would compare
I covered my skin in talcum powder
As I didn't want to be
That horrible thick coon
he always called me.
My hair a mess
My colour unmasked
Tired, Frightened, alone,
I decided enough, enough
Standing on the window sill
The last bastion for survival colliding inside
As the exhausted wishes to hang on
Were overcome by the desperation to escape this hollow excuse for life
No single tear a cry for help
As id learnt they choose not to hear
I urge myself towards an end to the hurt
where the crying would clear
As I engulf my mind in my final moments
And call for death to take my hand
From across the road a woman called
To this day she probably doesn't know she saved my life
Tears unintentionally
Created rivers down talcum powdered cheeks
But my mother didn't laugh
when she found me
I guess that's where you'd expect everything to be made right
I guess that's where I learnt to no longer believe
Through every promising word in the wake of what could
They didn't do what they should
Categories:
unintentionally, angst, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
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
******************
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.
Categories:
unintentionally, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
she was internally bleeding inside
silent tears dripping from her eyes
falling blindly through cracked ice
stabbing her soul unintentionally,
over a thousand times.
she was crying herself to sleep
slicing across her wrist,
hoping for it to get deep.
lifting her hands to pray
closing her eyes, realizing
there was nothing left to say.
making her own selfish lies
screaming alone,
waiting for someone to hear
her empty cries.
She was internally dying
from her goreing pain
internally bleeding inside her veins.
giving up on her hope
she had once believed,
letting go of that rope
so she could feel relieved
she smiled for the last time
when she said good bye,
it was her last line.
stepping forth into an ocean
carrying suffocating waves
she walked deeper following
her own devotion.
her head sank in as the world went quiet
rolling back her eyes
performing her own riot
forcing herself not to rise
she held her self down
counting the mintues that passed
waiting for the second she'd drown
wondering how long she'd last.
inhaling, she swooned
gripping her throat swelled by wounds
she let herself rise
knowing she tried
floating to the surface
with her eyes closed
her thoughts running freely
feeling so exposed.
And when she gasped to breathe
her eyes opening slowly.
seeing people crowded
staring are her attempt
she knew there was no escape,
this was the end
she couldn't pretend.
And now as she looked into the mirror
I realized the girl staring back at me
had the same scars..
just like me.
Categories:
unintentionally, confusion, death, depression, sea
Form:
osmatic breezes awaken my mind
within the breadth of summer's heat, they rise
then fall through thoughts and memories entwined
confined no longer, i see with these eyes
you standing there on the edge of my dreams
your breath falling softly against my flesh
as my body whispers in silent screams
yours moves about in arcs of shadow's thresh
thunderous it echoes through the distance
in a climax of unintended thought
this romance ignites its own existence
from a past unintentionally sought
i linger in the heat of summer's plea
where this love is more than a memory
June 10, 2020
Summer's Heat Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Categories:
unintentionally, romance,
Form:
Sonnet
Colors in the Dark
When I was younger I’d get scared too easily,
my mother was patience pushing back the monsters in the closet with a simple wave of her hand
as i grew my mother didn’t have enough patience to coat my form; her patience and my size were no longer proportionate.
When I hit 5’1 she looked at me eye to eye an unwanted staring contest with the underlying battle of wills
she said find the beauty in the dark
beauty in the dark
beauty in the dark
I didn’t understand what she wanted but the bags under her eyes weighed my chest down
i nodded but i didn't understand, it was a sort of forced nod where my head and brain moved on two separate courses
night//
i laid in bed staring at vague outlines searching for beauty
beauty in the dark
i only found terror in dark corners
hours fall past me like seconds on a clock
the incessant count down to my doom
hours of searching in dark corners
looking for something that wasn’t there,
looking for beauty in the dark
how do I find something
that isn’t there
desperation lead my eyes to the window
wind had cracked open my blinds
she twisted and pulled them as she danced
her cool crisp breeze beckoned me to look up
and there
I found it
the sky is never black
there is always color
tuesday indigo
wednesday hints of pink
thursday violet
colors in the dark
colors in the dark
show tuesday tree’s desperate aching limbs reaching out to join the elusive wind in her dance of flurries
but tree was rooted
stuck
wednesday wind was free
wind was wild
tree imitated
curling her limbs into shapes you had to squint at to find meaning
wind teased twirling through tree’s gnarled branches
thursday clouds cried for tree their tears dropping and drowning earth
“cloud is free” tree screamed “wind is free”
“my roots run deep my branches reach high but I am not free”
I cried for tree
my eyes unintentionally mimicked cloud
drowning myself
Tuesday//
I run outside to hug tree
I break off a branch and take it inside with me
cradling it like a newborn baby
I vowed to gray monday sky I would take it everywhere with me
with me part of tree would be free
night//
there were no screams of tuesday trees nor laughs of wednesday winds
just beauty
and colors in the dark
Categories:
unintentionally, child, childhood, color, fear,
Form:
Free verse
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
YELLOW BRICK
Unintentionally urgent,
to choose or refuse,
to flee, to fly
possibly to die.
Excuse: just a child…
The clickety clack
attack of the narrow.
The meeting of strangers
along the way -
both good and evil.
Badly, she wanted to go home.
Bravely, she’d have to pursue
fear, fire, the witching hour.
Apples, red, near the yellow brick -
temptation, thirst, famishment.
Off the path, into dark woods…
Tricks are well-travelled - reveal
weaknesses - coveting, weary, greed…
One could endure the orbs, slapping,
soliciting, addicting; fall asleep, dream…
She’d not a brain in her head, her father said.
Her sister thought her a coward.
Her brother thought her heartless.
Would she listen to the talking heads…
She sighed, did not succumb to temptation…
It was only a bit farther, just around the corner.
This path, though fraught with anxiety
and danger, with pratfalls - dousing
a witch with water, missing her ride…
When she’d suffered, and died to self,
she’d unselfishly cherish her kin ‘til death.
She’s smarter than her years, her dad would say.
How brave you must have been, her sister would praise.
her brother sees, she’s all heart…
The crossroads came
in a most unexpected way -
a whirlwind adventure!
Categories:
unintentionally, adventure, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Dancing in an uninhibited way,
Glorying in her self-truth
She had no idea she was intimidating
Almost every girl her age,
Not caring a whit about the opinions
Of ones who are not magically in touch
With themselves.
Two teenagers attempted to bully her.
To taunt her, to make fun.
They were not well received.
Two of her good friends began to dance
With her.
Pretty soon the whole dance floor was
Full of uninhibited dancer.
She had unintentionally become a leader.
Unaware, she gave them happy smiles.
Her friends were dragging others onto the dance floor.
Pretty soon all of the girls except two were dancing.
The boys watched from the shadows. Amazed.
They had never realized what fun a dance could be.
None of them went out there.
Most were twelve and thirteen,
Not actualized yet.
Categories:
unintentionally, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Where could you be tonight, Sinatra?
Love and Marriage
Love and Marriage
A chant I heard reverberate
As far away as the length of the waves
I rode indisposed
When I was bound
To a remote island
Named Buyukada
The permanent content of what you mean
Transcends me the moment I kiss your lips
And I know that meaning is produced
Only in an unexpectedly rambunctious union
Succinctly, I dissect everything
Looking for generic terms I left
Back somewhere in Kadikoy
At nine o’clock sharp near the theater
Where I heard a beautiful young voice
Lamenting Istanbul in operatic tempos
Barbarossa Hayreddin Pasha
Fatih Sultan Mehmet
Jalal al-Din Rumi
All proceeded towards Istanbul again
Alas! Nothing remains the same
Everything is only revisited once again
Even the empty sunflower fields of Kutahya
Detach yourself, postmodern Kerouac,
From the vicissitudes of a stuporous life
Isolate yourself from mundane places
Where nothing transcends the ephemeral
I know that I will meet a deadline
Just because life manifests itself
Unintentionally in those experiences I weave
I thought my days could end
On a ship to Prince’s Island bound
Alas, a Russian girl took me aside
To recount her Icelandic memories
To a dismembered Moorish heart
Categories:
unintentionally, journey, loneliness, love, travel,
Form:
Free verse
What he forgot
while he was lying
on the beach
wriggling his toes
in the warm sand
thinking it pliable
with the sensual
hand-in-hand,
was that given
enough heat,
sand melts,
becomes glass,
not so pliable
it has the capacity
to break and shatter,
worse,
when you consider
all things
about
sharp edges,
it can hurt
unintentionally,
walking barefeet,
either way it
has the capacity to
make people
bleed,
add in a little
lightening,
weaponised
fulgurite,
caught in the middle
of all that,
you
could crumble
like Lot’s wife
looking back,
trying to find
an ounce of good
in a grain of sand,
abandoned
with the sting
of salt in wounds
split wide open
laid useless
under a merciless sun
I’d rather be
a very deep
cool
ever-changing
kaleidoscopic
sentient
blue ocean,
in command
rolling over the sand
bringing it back out with me
I'd carry it in my mouth in my mind
keep it wet
where it would live
inside the urgency
of my crashing body
to dance with it in the flow
transporting it to other realms
on the slippery backs
of smooth skinned
dolphins,
swallowed
in the slick, sharp
wide open smiles
of the ancient
megalodon
looking for his
lost teeth,
where there, he's gone
all Neptune,
chasing sirens
and their pearls
seeking amongst
the foamy wash
of them all,
the shining
Amphitrite
Candide Diderot. ‘24
"Milk", Garbage.
Categories:
unintentionally, muse, ocean, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
I love the way you look at me
Eyes light up,
Naughtiness playing on the curve of your mouth.
Still have the power to,
Heighten my senses
Just by your presence.
My body has its own ambition,
It seems like the response is endless
Unbelievable.
Never met someone like you
Addicted to you,
Addicted to your love.
Denial sometimes...
I slap myself to waken.
What the hell is wrong with me?
We are where the magic happens,
Unintentionally forsaken.
Just so you're aware,
I see your imperfections.
I want you to see mine.
Our future is never going to always be smooth.
No matter what,
We will work it out in time.
For every tear,
We will celebrate a thousand smiles.
What do you say my love,
Take my hand,
Hold on tight,
Promise to never let go.
I promise to be beside you,
Right there,
Closer than close,
When you breathe, I breathe.
When you feel like your'e going to fall,
I will balance you.
Keep you up,
Make sure you're always standing tall.
When you do fall,
And this is inevitable,
I will pick you up,
Kiss your boo boo
And wack you back into shape.
With all the love I have.
Lets take care of each other
Love one another till death do is part
Forever will never be forgotten
My forever is with you.
I love you
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Be mine,
Forever.
Let me hold your hand,
Feel you,
Through great times,
And times of sorrow.
Wallow on the comfort of my embrace
I'm right here baby,
Love me,
Addicted to your love,
Even when you try to hide it,
I see you...
I feel you.
Connection of souls,
Not just bodies,
Our minds are endless,
With each other.
Make memories with me,
I may have never been your first,
Let me be your last.
Let me have our babies,
Our love will flourish forevers to come.
Forevers will never be forgotten
Forever is ours.
I love you juju
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Forever...
Categories:
unintentionally, love, marriage,
Form:
In Native American mythology
The species of feline named Lynx symbolizes
The ability to see clearly, as well as being
The knower of secrets, in terms of what
We hide from ourselves as well as others
I did not ask for this gift
Nonetheless, it is ever present,
Sometimes, I strive to imagine
Having a blind eye for the
Things that I truly see
And owning a deaf ear
Towards what is really heard
Having known many people in this life’s venture
Associates sometimes are distant strangers
And strangers become close confidants
For to see what is hidden from others
Is to observe what is unseen by many
To know that which we attempt to conceal
From ourselves, is to look through the eyes of the Lynx
(pause)
Do these eyes pierce you?
Or do they intrigue you
Perhaps both at the same time?
I didn’t mean to make you shudder
While that smug tone of voice began to stutter
As you became aware of the pensive
Stare, that unintentionally seeps right
Through to the core, those false masks
So neatly worn, cringes upon the prospect
Of those interior thoughts exposed to the exterior
Gazing around a room full of puppets
To their own suppressed ideas
While thinking their inner most secrets are safe
However, the eyes of the Lynx do not lie,
(pause)
Go ahead,
Condemn the wealthy woman
Across the room in the corner
But did I notice a glare of envy?
Laugh at the alcoholic as he
Guzzles down his fluids of intoxication
But, wipe the saliva from your mouth
Persecute the two woman as they sit arm in arm
Was that a flicker of fascination I detected?
For now, I too will wear my mask
One of innocence and vulnerability
And saunter about the room quietly
For if they only knew,
Eyes of the Lynx
An unwanted gift?
Or underappreciated blessing?
Either way,
ODE TO THE MIGHTY LYNX……………………………………
Categories:
unintentionally, animals, philosophy, visionary, woman,
Form:
Free verse
furry
is he
These things are addicting!
On the seriuos side, I worry about coping
someone elses work unintentionally with this
type of poem. If this should happen please
let me know. Thanks. RG
Categories:
unintentionally,
Form:
Light Verse
HEART OF WORSHIP
I stand in worship to You my Father God..
Every Friday how you shake, stir,
engulf and fill my heart with so much gladness...
Once I stand there...
Uncaring who hears
and sees me,
for all I want in those two hours is just to
sing for You.
allow me to tell,
How I was before..
I stood like a tree just singing..
but now..
I could wholly understand and appreciate
what true worship and giving praise is...
My arms unintentionally..
I lift them high. I wave. I clap.
even my feet I can't
stop their talk.
They have their own beat.
I can't stop the groove.
I can't stop the stomp.
I can't halt the swing.
Sometimes, I even hop
and somehow jump.
How could I not be?
Must I be shy?
Must I be ashamed?
But NO..
no! no! no!
I am not.
For those very few hours,
I am there and I believe You are there watching me.
You alone are my audience.
You alone, I like to please.
You alone, I offer the hymns I utter.
there are times, tears fall from my eyes
as I feel Your presence next to me,
as I experience Your words speaking to me
I experience them serenading, winning me.
They are embracing me.
Your living words gradually restoring me.
They are healing every ache.
They are melting every fear.
They are dissolving every worry.
They are day by day transforming, changing me..
They are day by day reminding me of what to do..
They are in my walk, talk, actions, anything that I do.
They become a rainbow fountain of hope,
encouragement,
strength,
peace
and joy.
I am deeply overwhelmed by
how great!
How great !
How great You are to me!
How I love to sing........
I know I got no golden voice..
Nor am I not so sure that
I am hitting rightly the notes,
But I believe..
I trust my Father God that
You will see my desire..
You will see my longing..
You will see each and every thought running in my mind...
More, You will see my heart,
my heart of worship.
(c)Olive Eloisa
11:50pm
July 25, 2014
Categories:
unintentionally, christian, happy, prayer, song,
Form:
Dramatic Verse