Best Unmanageable Poems
I grew up amongst every kind of plant and flower,
Beyond our gate was the garden of dear mother;
This Eden was colourful, tangled and so sensational,
So erratic, untamed and just totally unmanageable.
Mother knew the Latin names of each blooming posy,
The iris, lily, rose, aster, dahlia, marigold and peony;
I really loved the purple larkspur and pink gardenia,
Mother said she loved them all but adored camellia.
Brightly painted butterflies danced and glided happily,
And the nesting birds all sang their songs so loudly;
We had an old swing and we would sit and sip tea,
In the shade of the trees, just my mother and me.
O to turn back the clock of time, moving and clicking,
To be in my mother's garden again, a child dreaming.
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July 2, 2014
Poetry/Rhyme/Mother's Garden
Copyright Protected, ID 07- 580-302-02
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Mid August
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 07/20/2014
Third Place
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Submitted to the Standard contest Any Poem Under 15 Lines
sponsor, A Poet Destroyer, Judged 2014
First Place
Categories:
unmanageable, flower, garden, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
MY 37TH ANNIVERSARY
After years of inebriation
My life was just a mirage
My friends had lost all favor
Communication was all nonverbal
The smiles were no longer dulcet
My diligence to be a model employee
Had become a delicate affair
The allure of a promotion vanished
My life had become unmanageable
Then, I hit a pivot point
I finally came to my senses
Like the Prodigal Son of Scripture
Who returned home to his father
I returned to my Heavenly Father
And now live a life of serenity
On January eleventh 1982
I lost my desire for alcoholic brew
I now have the consolation
Of living my life anew
23 February 2019
For the contest sponsored by Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
unmanageable, anniversary, appreciation, blessing, god,
Form:
Free verse
Equation invasion pilot light;
Substance abuse out of sight;
Bargain donors Delight;
Quantum disturbance;
Humanity really hurting;
Relying on physical denying the spiritual;
Unmanageable
intangible
Spiritually ignorant
Disloyal spiritual immigrant;
Work and toil;
Loosen soil;
Help me Lord;
For I am more solid and spiritual;
Table mound of dirt and clay;
With the breath of God in Me;
Unimaginable
unmanageable
intangible
spiritually ignorant
I am chosen
I am a
Spiritual Immigrant
2/29/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
unmanageable, analogy, appreciation, blessing, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
WHY ME LORD? PART 2
Why did you choose me Lord
To carry Your Word to others
My life was so unmanageable
How could I convince my brothers
Not to choose the path I had taken
Leading to death and destruction
But to one day suddenly awaken
And serve Christ through His resurrection
Why did you choose me Lord
To be like the men of old
To stand unashamed of Your Word
And speak in a manner so bold
I just don't understand it Lord
Why choose the likes of me
To tell others about the Perfect Man
Who walked by Galilee
Seeking twelve to follow Him
And serve Him as He taught
To shine a light that would never dim
But cause His life to be sought
Well, I may not know the answer now
But one day I'll plainly see
Why my life suddenly changed somehow
Because Lord, You chose me
Curtis Moorman
21 May 2017
2:30 a.m.
Categories:
unmanageable, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a bottom that is past what we thought we knew.
The sub-floors are there for false safety and reason, too.
When we get to the dirt under all the lies
and find the reasons we want to stay alive,
we are prepared to give it up and live instead of die.
The dirt we find on the floor of our bottom
is where the desires reside that have become our problem.
We made the bed and messed it up.
We tended to avert and try to give up.
Until we see the dirt below
we won't be able to reach up and let all else go.
To be on this side of the dirt and thankful for every day
is an amazing feeling knowing we are going to be okay.
God puts an exit at every choice we make.
A cross-roads of decisions that rock us like an earthquake.
When we finally see our lives are unmanageable...
that we can't do this on our own...
give it to Him and watch the change unfold.
Those chains that held us down
are now the essence of our God-given crown.
He melted, molded, and cleaned it all up.
He placed it upon our heads to show us our inheritance.
We will grow, live, love, and hurt.
All of this and we will, one day, become as the dirt.
No more pain,
no more suffering,
no more confusion,
because it'll be time for us to get to extend our wings.
Categories:
unmanageable, addiction, courage, emotions, growth,
Form:
Free verse
Twenty-five years ago
you were placed in my arms
My first child and my only child
Truly, the most wonderful gift I have ever received
A beautiful boy who made my life worth living
and whose smile will forever remain etched in my memory
A boy who grew into a man
and left this world a better place
Tears of memory slowly roll down my face
as I remember your engaging sense of humor
and how you loved to make others laugh
Never did I imagine
after twenty-four short years
that your life would be so quickly taken from you
My heart and mind are still not able to grasp it
The pain that I felt on that day
continues to tear at the depths of my soul
and although time does have a way of healing
it also leaves one with an unmanageable, unending longing
I will carry you with me
deep in my heart
until the time comes for you
to fill my waiting arms once more
For the first time, son, I say rest in peace
You’ve earned your place in glory
Categories:
unmanageable, birthday, death, father son,
Form:
Free verse
.
Soft
and gentle
the feel to mine digits
as
the soft of powder
With desire
her flesh she did expose
and I
the wanted
wanted
Yes
I did touch
The tight wet
And the purr she did surrender
rendering
the unmanageable
scream
Categories:
unmanageable, passion,
Form:
Carpe Diem
(Prov. 22: 6 / Heb. 5: 14 / Deut. 6: 6-9 / 2 Tim. 3: 13-15, 16 / Matt. 19: 13, 14)
(Part One of Two)
If A Child Wants To Eat Candy
All Day Long …
When You Tell Them ‘No!’ - -
Is It Wrong?
If A Child Wants To Stay Up On School Nights
And Not Go To Bed …
Will You Leave The Matter At That
And Do What They Said?
If A Child Wants To Run The Streets
At All Hours of The Night …
Would You Allow It
And Say ‘It’s Alright’?
If A Child Fell Into Hanging Out
With The Wrong Crowd …
Would You Do Nothing
Thereby Showing It’s Allowed?
If A Child Gets Some Silly Notion
And Is Being Misled …
Will You Not Try To Talk
Some Sense Into Their Head?
And When Your Child Makes A Mistake
(‘Cause All Of Us Make Life’s Errors)
Are You Going To Be Loving & Forgiving
Or Come Off Like Some Holy-Terror?
If You See That Your Child’s Life
Is In Imminent Danger …
Would You Leave His Soul’s Wellbeing
To Some Ulterior-Motive Stranger?
All Children Need Education
That’s Why We Send Them To School
But Isn’t Home Training
The Best Place For Understanding Life’s Rules?
Before Your Child Gets Polio or Smallpox
Or Some Other Life Threatening Situation
Would You Not Seek Out Preventative
Medicine or Cures Thru Vaccinations?
If A Child Just Wants To Play
And Not Do Chores or Homework …
Would You Not Try To Find Out
Why A Lazy Streak Is Starting To Lurk?
If Your Child Is Depressed
Unmanageable or Confused …
Would You Not Put Extreme Effort
Into Finding Just What You Could Do?
If A Child Needs To Be Shown Love
and We Withhold Our Kisses & Hugs
Are We Guilty When They Grow Up
Into ‘Crypts & Bloods’?
If Your Child Doesn’t Want To Talk
and Retreat In Hiding From The World
Wouldn’t You Do Everything In Your Power
To Help Your Precious Boy or Baby-Girl?
If Your Child Has Low Self Esteem
Or Shows A Lack of Character …
Wouldn’t You Want To Be
Their Value & Virtue Narrator?
If Your Child Just Really Needs
Someone To Listen & To Talk To …
Would You Not Prefer
that That Someone Be You?
I Once Knew A Police Officer
Who Had Said of His Beat …
A Child Can Get Discipline At Home
Or They’ll Get Their Beatings In The Streets
And The Same Can Be Said
Of A Young Child’s Impressionable Mind
It Needs To Be Nurtured At Home
Or It Will Eat Every Junk & Stuff They Find
(Part One of Two)
Written & © : 7/16/2013
By: The MoonBee
Categories:
unmanageable, child, children, christian, daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Darkness beckons me with each new day
Remembrance of my desolation seems to persistently stay
Cataclysmic past still haunts my troubled mind
Convalescence becoming unwavering, Consummation I find
Anguish constantly overwhelms my aspirations to improve
Vanquish each memory, Condemnation is removed
Unpleasant occurrences that steadily came to pass
Unmanageable situations, My resolution transcends, at last
Ingenuity shall be my guide
In myself, alone, I shall confide
Unworthy existence became my heart's outlook
Reclaiming my resilience that disaster overtook
Self conviction speaks to my innermost being
Realization of reality redirects my life's meaning
Overcome these afflictions through solidarity
In myself, alone, shall I uncover my clarity
A Song for the Hopeless
By All That Remains
Categories:
unmanageable, conflict, courage, moving on,
Form:
Rhyme
Sure like to share my innermost thoughts
Haven't yet found where they're hidden
Searched and searched but really no luck
Gonna put out a Lost Data bulletin
Sure they were there the last time I checked
But that was way back in my teens
At some point between back then and now
They're totally missing it seems
Other stuff's missing like my wavy black hair
It once was my crowning glory
It's now really thin and getting thinner
It's white for which I'm quite sorry
Heard some people age rather gracefully
That ain't the case with yours truly
As well as thin and white with some cooties
It's really unmanageable and unruly
Should have expected this turn of events
From a handsome young fellow to this
So I've had to accept I'm less of a charmer
Here's a big boohoo and a hiss!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
unmanageable, age,
Form:
Narrative
Step 1: Admitted we were powerless and that our lives had become unmanageable.
But I admitted that long before your lips knew my name.
I shook hands with the darkness and deals had already been made.
Step 2: Came to believe that a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.
By that point it was easy to see that I believed even a 12 watt light bulb burnt out still held more power than I did
Step 3: Prayed to any God that would listen and hoped they checked their voice-mail regularly.
Step 4: Pieced together the butterfly wings and dimes from dark alleyways. Pinned red string between the people we used to be and these more recent newspaper clippings.
Step 5: Admitted to the 12 watt light bulb, to ourselves, and to the only other person we could trust the depths of our confessional.
I watched her lips entranced as they moved in the mirror.
Step 6: Said enough. I dug out old running shoes and stole your shoe laces. The ones they wouldn't let you have beyond the locked white doors.
Step 7: I humbly asked the 12 watt light bulb to go off over my head for 's sake just once.
Step 8: They told me you made a list of all those you'd harmed. I wonder how many times you wrote my name, and at which point you finally wrote yours.
Step 9: I guess you didn't make it this far because my voice-mail still sits silent.
Step 10: I laced up those shoes and ran. Fast and Far. Kept taking Step after Step until my ribs screamed for air and I could finally laugh again.
Step 11: I changed out that 12 Watt for one that glows steady.
Step 12: I bask in the glow of the new light without the fear of the darkness I outran. The closet monsters can't touch me now. No darkness is more frightening than my own, and deals have already been made.
Categories:
unmanageable, addiction, dark, freedom, goodbye,
Form:
List
Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride
Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,
and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).
Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,
whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating,
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit
ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.
Thus respecting Sir Isaac
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest
inertia keeps said entity at rest.
Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir
exerting estimable energy
decreasing arduous strain
therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous
magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.
Categories:
unmanageable, adventure, confusion, imagination, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Shine, cats-
that which is to disdain for having life is no...
Gritted teeth,
grind'd mind,
hallowed speak,
hind benign...
She told too much about the little things,
dice-
mice-
china-
advice...
The creepy carry of device,
often called social spice.
No spine now,
all is tight,
tingle-
height-
nothing chooses what,
resides-
confides-
exemplifies-
co-enterprise's-
it's all-
sight,
mighty,
teedy,
divine,
light,
grit-
signs of fit...
White-
bite-
light-
benign,
benign!
Like in your holy land where there is an ancient church standing tall over a hill, your good work shall find...
Swipe-
saunter-
disaster-
shallow hunter-
callous...
Immaculate palaces,
and unmanageable addictions.
Categories:
unmanageable, betrayal, care, friendship, lost,
Form:
Prose
Evergreen Community
Here is a tale to astound and to stretch any viewer’s fantasy and imagination…
Proudly presented by the creative people behind The Twilight Zone productions..
A loving family of a couple and their 2 daughters arrived at a guarded community…
Having sold off everything on a gamble to begin life anew in this new community…
They are out of options on how to bring up their ever rebellious elder teenaged daughter…
Who is heavily tattoed with hair hideously coloured, bubble gum chewing and bad mannered..
This new community is touted to bring about a positive turn to any family in suffering..
There are even beefy security guards to quell any dissenting teenagers from rebelling..
The leader of the commune guides and controls the flock of registered families..
Whenever there are disruptive teenagers, the whole commune meet in harmony…
They then cast their lots in colored beads, black or white, their numbers will decide for free…
Treatment for any troubled and rebellious kid, the family will be assigned a healthy tree…
The leader extols the use and love to be derived from any unmanageable teenaged mutiny…
Once treated, the love and benefits will be immense for the continual health of the commune…
So the plot thickens as our colorful teenaged girl was changed in appearance to conform..
But her rebellious and suspicious character was not a little diminished nor was she reformed…
She realised to her deepening horror the nameless dangers that are in store for kids like her..
Her unflinching love for her younger sister was ever uppermost in her mind, big sister like her..
Witness her confusion, her growing horror as she realises the depths of a sisterly betrayal…
Hear her desperate pleas and screams for help, when her family as one, turned away in denial..
Shades of the Stepford Wives, what a twist to such an incredible tale of imagination…
Little wonder in the Twilight Zone, a viewer will be lost in a world of wonder and astonishment..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBaOAUG1zr8&list=PLbxdxEWxTqX81L3NnAU3nEwvPhkT7FuRm&index=23
Categories:
unmanageable, betrayal, evil, heartbreak, imagination,
Form:
Narrative
Eldest daughter – I Praise
Twenty two years ago
December twenty second,
two thousand eighteen
"star student" born
this papa (and most
likely thee birth mother)
initially felt ecstatic,
dramatic (yes frenetic),
and careworn
as freshly minted parents,
but gifted with a daughter,
whose existence far
more precious
than any Earthborn
rare widgets, gewgaws,
gems, et cetera, despite
evoking unsolicited,
unpleasant, and
unmanageable forlorn
communication "dirt poor"
living (at least ten years
of wretchedness at 1148
Greentree Lane) unable
to toot your horn,
cuz unbearable, undesirable,
unforgettable, et cetera,
and manifold challenged ,
when beloved Shana
Punim evinced inborn
developmental delay,
(which severe electric
koolaid acid test
patience of this father),
much more difficult
than playing krummhorn,
now after tendering the trials
and tribulations, an
amalgamation of
poignant affects,
whereat your
permanent presence...
(must never NOT precede mine),
cuz..., I would definitely mourn,
your absence, thus felt the timely
opportunity to dash off
a birthday poem to you
in tandem with sharing,
(while comfortably numb
and figuratively licking war
torn psychological wombs) - torn
and ripped, queued,
peppered natty psyche
pockmarked with scorn
from self, (and those lives,
this dada immediately
impacted) particularly
your person roar'n
with cumulative anger toward
this insightful fellow,
(who claims to know
what thee feel toward me),
especially when ****
hours of valuable
time, now caught
(say, eh...approximately, fraught
upon the half life of rare Earth
element Eden), not
just strictly naught
heard thru the grapevine,
but forcing Math (hew)
analysis, via meditation, poetry
writing therapy, et cetera.
Hence...I apologize,
asper unasked for pain wrought
thee, sans being unemployed,
demeaning "mother Abby,"
bumbling, horrid house
keeper (Hagrid himself,
would turn down invitation),
plus Facebook fiasco,
imbroglio, and locomotive -
complicit in behavior
comparable to pedophile,
yet please let me conclude
by admitting total lack
of wherewithal.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DAUGHTER!
Categories:
unmanageable, anger, december, father daughter,
Form:
Rhyme