Best Unloose Poems
Still - I sit in the silence
Thoughts slowing
Colour warming from pale yellows to cadmium reds
Wonderful sunsets happening gently
Muscles relax into soft blue-green
Sweet clean smells assail my nostrils
Silken cords unloose my spine
A burst of joy filters through my body
Senses heightened
I rejoice
Categories:
unloose, happiness
Form:
Imagism
Soaking up sunshine on sandy warm shores;
sipping sangria while sampling smores.
Under umbrellas we’re putting to use;
utterly euphoric as the day comes unloose.
Mid-morning mildness is making me muse;
mild mannered time I must never misuse.
Madness of midnight is making mandates;
making fond memories while mingling with mates.
Eating cold eskimo pies by sea’s edge;
enjoying the easy life nothing can enhedge.
Resting by the river with rod and reel;
ready for catfish their tails to reveal.
Tracking the bull toads and catching tadpoles;
Taking it easy as heat takes its toll.
Ice cold sangria will surely incite;
into the icer, our friends we’ll invite.
Mid-summer party and merry we’ll make
memories to make us forget our mistakes.
Ending this etude I hope you enjoyed
every small ethos that I just employed.
June 9, 2018
Contest: Alliteration Old or New
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
unloose, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
My Amber dear, awake to me.
My madrigal has melody
in trills of the gold finch that you hear.
Awake to me, my Amber dear!
It’s dawn. Arise, my angel sweet.
Put golden slippers on your feet.
We’ll follow where our songbird flies.
My angel sweet. It’s dawn; arise!
We must make haste, my lovely lass,
to walk on glistening velvet grass.
A day like this we cannot waste.
My lovely lass, we must make haste!
A meadow waits, my cherished one.
Through sun-bright posies we shall run,
where dewy fragrance permeates.
My cherished one, a meadow waits!
I know a stream, my darling love,
a shining mountain sits above.
And water falls where gold fish gleam.
My darling love, I know a stream.
We’ll find a rock, oh, maiden fair,
where you can loose your yellow hair.
And please me more. . . unloose your frock!
Oh, maiden fair, we’ll find a rock.
My one true heart, do come away.
Beneath the falls this golden day,
pure pleasure will our love impart.
Do come away, my one true heart!
4/17/14 for the Colourful Verse Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot
(Just playing around with swap quatrain form,
imagining one of those guys from centuries ago trying
to woo his maiden!)
Categories:
unloose, romance,
Form:
Quatrain
SHE beams with joy, like one in love
with love itself and all that’s bright;
and when the Grecian gods above
unloose her from the Stygian night,
she sparkles like a brilliant dove
in the rays of the morning's light.
With golden locks, in flax so fair,
and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none are like her or can compare
to her likeness and lustrous hue
which give sight to the blind who dare
request to see her shine anew.
Thus, pre-ordained as mythic Muse
and well-worshiped as though a saint,
whom none deny or could refuse
or with vile words destroy or taint,
let therefore all beings freely choose
to revere her without constraint.
Categories:
unloose, beauty, dedication, imagination, life,
Form:
Lyric
The melancholy man who loves a poem -
into a hidden room will now descend
to there unloose his mind and soul to roam;
his pen, meanwhile, grows a feathered end.
This implement can take away his pain
and harness it. When disappointment surges,
it marks his pondering in sad refrain;
then melancholy poetry emerges.
The plume dissolves. The poet lays aside
his special pen, while to their deepest shelf,
regrets return in his dark room to hide
until released again from inner self.
Like magic, when the quill begins to grow,
a smile molds the lips of the man of woe.
Tribute to Dan Tharp, an old poet friend
that lost contact with me and others in
the club where we met him. His poetry,
though sad at times, can be beautiful and
nostalgic.
For Francine Roberts' "tribute by Sonnet" Poetry Contest
Categories:
unloose, on writing and words,
Form:
Sonnet
Will I if I can't?
My will was mine, I'd blindly assert.
These hurting hands attached to a machine mind,
a Martha of tasks, each feat to complete,
but scarcely succumbing to bask at Your feet.
In dominance she wrote, she spun, she grasped.
Now every tactile task leaves this tingling sting,
a daily ache, a burdened burning.
My extensors pressed against a fatal scar,
a tearing toil to unloose a jar.
Tenacious tendonitis, she overtakes.
Moment by moment my heart laments,
venting forgranted labor.
Once pridefully capable, now I cry as a babe unable.
A light switch flick was simpler with another limb.
A door knob only turned if the toes took over.
Yet even these members could render themselves helpless.
Here lies a humble reminder, these hands were not mine.
Stillness for weeks was the only relief, a lesson in restraint.
Each complaint was a sin, but faith gave favor.
Why was I sorrowful when Nick Vujicic is Yours?
A borrower of amazing grace, a capable inspiration!
His burden is greater, but mine was my own.
Groaning within, this sin was jealously snatched.
With this loss of idolatry, this burden is shared at the cross.
With invisible sores, I now know my arm is Yours.
Unable alone, I beg for your strength,
but maybe weakness is greater.
I am the pottery, You the skillful Creator.
My mind is willful,
but maybe You're making Your will to be mine.
Categories:
unloose, faith, god, health, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
St. Paddy’s Day has come. At dawn,
Wake up and put a smile on!
The birds are whistling cheerily
This day of green, a day for glee.
The time has come for conjuring
The start of something sweet. . . Like spring!
So be footloose and fancy free
This day of green, a day for glee.
Go out and find a verdant place
And let the sunshine touch your face.
Relax; enjoy the scenery
This day of green, a day for glee.
A child’s soul inside you thrives.
Unloose it, and when night arrives,
Be ready for a jubilee
This day of green, a day for glee!
Then bring your favorite friends along
To laugh and dance and sing a song.
You’ll wish that life could always be
This day of green, a day for glee!
For The Wearing of the Green Poetry Contest
of Francine Roberts
Categories:
unloose, holiday, day, day,
Form:
Kyrielle
When the birds
take back their language,
when the trees
unloose
their tenderly hands from around you,
when the air doesn't breathe
and the fish are crying,
when the seas are tearing
and the flowers whisper:
No, you own nothing,
then remember:
You're visitor, honoring the hospitality
Categories:
unloose, faith, inspirational, poetry, self,
Form:
Lyric
Out, out you phlegm
stucked, caught my tongue, can not
untangle
from water turning into ice.
It was too quick I did not
have time to escape.
What are you saying?
Darling your name really hurts my throat.
Guttural obscene, the sound
clanging metal on metal, scraping
my spine
I unloose both feet and teeth.
You know lips
are really not for kisses.
They inevitably stick, sticky
together
from being speechless for too long.
Then the skin breaks,
eager
out comes sour breath;
your name.
Categories:
unloose, depression
Form:
Free verse
Quote: Give life your best shot for desires appear and disappear
Love alone unties the Gordian knot
Now that we are here, let us do our very best
with what we have been given, God will do the rest;
Since we have been called to live a life of authenticity
we ought to shun duplicity and deceitful ways
in order to make way for the best version of ourselves.
When we do this we can accept most anything that God
sends our way. Sword in hand we fight the battles of life,
like an Arc-angel of old. No support team is needed
if you place your best efforts in the hands of the greatest
Alchemist there ever was...
Love alone unties the knots of life so knit yourself
to the belief that good things come to those who wait...
Sit by the River Jordan and be baptized into His palpable Love
Unloose the sandals of despair, step into hope and live.
Date: March 26, 2023
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
Contest Name Now that we are here
Categories:
unloose, appreciation, faith,
Form:
Free verse
All I ask for
is to unloose the tongue
believing it won’t block
among people bar none
A social gathering
is a step too far
where you are not wanted
feeling you have a scar
Indeed scarred you are
socially unable to compete
what is your future?
sitting alone in your back seat
poetgord@2013
Categories:
unloose, discrimination, life, spoken word,
Form:
Rhyme
Cast the bridges that ply the bright seas
Sweeping proud ashes beneath its streams
They go past unnoticed with hazy bent wings
And cease not to lose their footing for the light they bring
Scalloped the fringes of silvered seas
Surging lace filigrees that unloose tight seams
Passing the marbled halls their veiled voice stays
And seals up all hallow canyons left by their waves
Loosed the moonbeams on all bare shores
Bringing new aligns to our poor peppered bites
By lingering light the heated wealth lies taken
And all peoples’ hoarded gain by revelation lies forsaken
Categories:
unloose, sea, light, light,
Form:
The time is now, rehearsal is done.
Sync all you smart ass phones,
Reduce your ego: now's the time.
The time has come, get in line.
Push off your soccer games and nameless blames,
Decompress your opinions: there has come a time.
The time will show, hearts will reel.
Boast no more in great glory feigned,
Unloose your sandals: it's showtime.
Categories:
unloose, america,
Form:
Carpe Diem
are you a woman with a forgiving heart?
do you follow and adhere to the word of God?
are you a one who can forgive and forget?
are you in tune with the Holy Spirit?
commit your ways to the Lord and trust in Him to do
and He will then make your righteousness coming shining through
be still before the Lord and patiently on Him just wait
it's not about walking by sight it's about walking by faith
so where do you begin? how do you start?
to become a woman with a forgiving heart?
start by letting go of the malice and bitterness that you've obtained
forgive all those who have caused you in life some strain
rise above the pettiness and unloose the grudge
lay it at God's altar as only He has the right to judge
commit to a relationship with God and in Him just trust
it's not an option but an absolute must
so how do you become a woman with a forgiving heart?
what is it that you must do on your part?
you need to get your house in order and to God submit
to be healed and then cleansed by the power of the Holy Spirit
with a willingness to bear with others and put your grievances to the side
in the name of Jesus let His holiness in you now reside
the way to become a woman with a forgiving heart
is to be a committed and delightful disciple fulfilled with the love of God
Categories:
unloose, angst, faith, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Sincerity in true beliefs
Endeavours to pursue.
Look deep into your mortal soul
For therein lies the proof.
A change of face, now one with great charisma.
Creates a challenge to all thoughts, by being more eclectic.
Then cast away all doubts, and put this alter ego to the test
Unloose the past and say farewell, adieu.
After all this fine extravaganza
living life the way we all should lead, nobodies fool.
Improving know-how, learning lessons from the literati
Zooming upwards, charming with a suave pizzazz.
And to carry your convictions, with a certain kind of aura
Thinking clearly,to do what is considered best.
If however, much mistaken, don't seek out an alibi
Overcome those smallest errors, without much more ado.
Never doubt these qualities your future needs, to don a cap and gown.
11 / 10 / 2016.
Categories:
unloose, success,
Form:
Acrostic