Best Unmended Poems
Themes are overlapping
The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....
Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again
Categories:
unmended, introspection, pain,
Form:
Free verse
I am who I am
Not because I want to be, but because I have to be
I have no name, no identity
I am a blank face in a blank world
There is no color, only blacks and whites
When I open my eyes
There is nothing that surrounds me
The world is empty and silent
I roam all alone with no one by my side
Emotions do not exist
I cannot cry, nor can I smile
Because of this, I am who I am
As my life carries on
The days grow shorter and the nights grow longer
I sit under the stars and I stare at the moon
The voices mock me and the faces smirk
I run, run as fast as I can
No matter how fast my legs seem to go
They appear to be sinking
With every attempt to escape
I only sink more and more
I am unable to break free from my prison
I am unable to see what’s right in front of me
This is who I am
The things that I do and the things that I say
They are what define me
They are what make me “me”
I am molded into a sculpture that I have not made myself
I am the vision of what someone else has created
I try and try to sew myself back together
But my needle is worn and my fabric is torn
Every stitch seems to become unmended
Nothing will stay in place
Because of this, I am scattered across the floor
I can’t pick myself up
Allowing others to walk right on over me
I am who I am
Not because I want to be, but because I have to be
I have no name, no identity
I am a blank face in a blank world
There is no color, only blacks and whites
Categories:
unmended, angst, character, creation, emotions,
Form:
Bio
I am a free spirit in a cage
Locked away I can’t fly
I need the open space
I’ve been beaten and broken
Scars run deep bleeding
My spirit clipped
My heart unmended
Save me set me free
Let me fly let me soar
Unlock this cage of mine
Throw open the door wide
Take these chains from me
Let me fly let me soar
Forever free.
Categories:
unmended, angst, me, me,
Form:
Personification
3/1/2016
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Disillusion from this reality by an unmended heart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
Taken by the beauty , drawn in by the moonlight
Was is all a lies , was my love come up short
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Time froze still as a simple three words would change the night
In this generation what i hold dear is nothing more than sport
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
What once was is coming to an end as fast approach was midnight
Intoxicated by the air or was is the alcohol none can tell apart
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
In this shaken and distorted world my only hope is to find the light
The alluring scent capture being as the night slowly depart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
Like a fleeting dream,overwhelm with sense of peace by daylight
Tell me how all of this work in this world it broken let restart
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night
Categories:
unmended, love, sad, sad love,
Form:
Villanelle
Eternity
October 4, 2014
Saturday night
7:38 p.m.
North Kansas City, Mo
Brian Stoaks/ Stephen Becker
“Eternity"
Lingering thoughts of touching, laughing, snuggling, loving, grasping my inner soul
Memories of what I believe love to be keep hold of my lonely thoughts
Smelling the perfume of passer byes remind me of once upon a times
How I miss the love that brought me butterflies that now leaves me stranded in memories
I want to feel what love can do to this lonely heart unmended
I beg on knees to my God to hear me as I scream for just the hug
I cry inside to hide my pain from those that may ask why
I plead within my own inner thoughts to forget how love can feel
Loving love is what makes my heart to beat for the love of someone special
To hold in my arms night after night and day after day
To look into the eyes of an angel and speak of my undying love
Oh to love again like that of the past would depart the clouds above me
With butterflies heading towards special homes elsewhere, this heart asks for serenity
If the one love I've longed for can hear my pleas I'm here on bended knees
I shall worship the queen of my angelic heart with mystical eyes of heaven
For all this love I've saved this long will embellish your soul for eternity
Categories:
unmended, love,
Form:
Cinquain
It is up to our hearts
to arrive at noble feelings
and walk with them
all the way up
to noble thoughts.
The fields are laden
with rips horrendously
unmended
Will it be availed
to mend them
without surrender?
Come brother and walk
with me when you can
into a better place
in which dreams
are supported
by realities
not baffled by them.
Come brother and talk
with me as much as
the truth can speak
against their wounds
and crimes.
Come brother and take
good care of your health
for the journey is long.
It is a journey of life
not that of those
who tell you not to go
and tell me not to come.
Come brother and don't
tell me about what ails you
for what ails you ails me too.
We will walk and work and talk
together, not apart, together.
Chokri Omri
Categories:
unmended, brother, me, brother, brother,
Form:
Verse
There is this wretched pain that I keep stumbling upon-
guess I’ll be the lonesome one…from now on.
I needed brilliant sunshine to adhere with my rain,
a warmth so intense only comfort could remain.
For there is no relief in a goodbye gone wrong,
my soul abandoned, my heart no longer strong.
The bloodline to my remorse carries an ebon stain.
I used to be as elegant and beautiful as an ivory swan-
guess I’ll be the ghastly one…from now on.
Like an intravenous drip I have been debilitated
and in this maddening sensation I am saturated.
No rest for my mind with the throes of my isolation,
no parallel lines can alleviate my starving desolation.
In the bounty of my meal I’ll never be fully sated.
I am the estranged victim of this hoaxed and puzzled con-
guess I’ll be the sacrificial prey…from now on.
Spiritual apathy and lost inside forsaken seclusion,
I will never be able to come to an honorable conclusion.
Remote on an island, friendless and sequestered,
they left me in skull and bones; I am definitely festered.
There’s been an illusion without vision, lost in confusion.
I used to so soft and gentle like the texture of chiffon-
guess I’ll be the unmended one…from now on.
From Now On Poetry Contest
May 23, 2018
Categories:
unmended, depression, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
Tripping night windal your seat
rip open this unmended heart
I bring a tongue volition in grim
Attend shared-deed
A larp play inlaid by what u see
With time argon your plead
Breath in coulluthin need
The clue is sharp indeed
Bond all lark only too win a word with the dark
Wond the bur of it's sound and swallow what u seek
Undirven speech relclaim your seech
Slip the purpose grip the tutus
Wip the chain lick the shadow so plane
The crypt keep in vein onward futher proclaim
Turn to burn widespread fire
Broken snake too none can relate
Return to the indevend pier
for the wounded bearer summits his terror
Make no up hold in this thresh-hold
Bring skill to this guild
Imparadots
All will know of it's exceptional forge
In to now I have war-carted the bane and shield
All men seen out of pure love
I would give anything in everything for malond of criel
I will ask for a dance under this moon of truce
While the laughing fool heeds his grave
Categories:
unmended, people, places, sympathy,
Form:
Ballade
worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."
It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.
Ah! The problem.
Categories:
unmended, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
THE DOORMAT
Closing its eyes
The doormat sighs
A sad rough tired sigh that breaks my heart
It cannot move, for the wounds will ache
It cannot stretch,, for the joints are all worn.
A sad smile curls its lips
As it mind wanders back
To those days it was new
And gleamed like crystal dew in the morning sun
When it smelt all fresh and new.
But no more.
It remembers well
Those boots…that over the years
Grind it to dust
Those shoes new and worn
That crashed its bones and relished it.
And like a dummy it lay there
Unmoving yet not unable
It remembers all that blood
That came from its broken limbs
When its bones were crashed
Under the brute force of a heel
It lay in a pool sometimes of blood
That spewed from its many limbs
Sometimes of vomit and others of filth
And the sweat of a thousand men
Onto it fibers forever stamped
It gasped and choked on all em fumes
And as it lay there,
Bleeding and dying,
Full of gaping wounds…unmended
It smiled a half Monalisa smile
As its eyes closed and the memories begun to fade
Finally rest had arrived and...
The door mat breathed its very last
and embraced that peace, full eternal rest
That to it did call.
Categories:
unmended, abuse, deep, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
My heart has fallen
My heart has fallen
but now it can't get up
The word love
is a teasing crutch
for my sad unmended soul
This stress on my life
is taking much toll.
To end this life is my final goal.
Going
Going
Gone....
Categories:
unmended, depressionheart, heart,
Form:
hearts confession
soul set free from
bondage
flying free
shoring above
unmeant desires
of the spirit of love
that had been stifled
trapped underneath
the regrets of the past
that were left unmended
till now
Categories:
unmended, love,
Form:
Lyric
The rainy season is on the land
I see much sward without sand
It’s like music of a good band
Trees have grown striking flowers
A strong wind makes’em shaken off
Down, many fall; others stick maiden
I am a floppy mother chicken;
My chicks do slumber in a kitchen,
My heart has fully pulled to worsen
My heart and my body are no more mine;
My unique bilabial flower was swooped,
My only blossom, the legacy of any woman.
Left unmended, my heart got wounded;
For my only flower’s petal was torn,
Leaving me a shell whose content was pilfered.
I am no more a woman; I’ve nothing of a woman.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Categories:
unmended, break up, hurt, wife,
Form:
ABC
Here i am whom you hurt,
Here i am whom you shunned away.
I am me whom you broke my heart,
Claiming you had found a better man
But here i am still standing strong.
I thought you could never do that,
And i gave all i had from my heart.
So harmless you looked like you could never hurt,
But now i know that anyone can break a heart.
But here i am still standing tall.
I didn't want it to stay unmended,
I looked for a 'fundi' to have it mended.
I thought my sorrow would remain unended,
But it left a mark when it ended.
For me happiness was what was intended.
Here i am with a heart like a lion,s
Which can break but never shatter,
Can lose hope but never despair,
Can cry but never break down,
Can be mocked but never to anger.
Here i am who never had the thought,
That the rose of love was this thorny,
That it could prick anyone,
Not necessarily anywhere
But not everywhere
Only there.
Categories:
unmended, lost love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Return it unbroken
And I'll give you the key
To what's lost and unmended
And no longer free
From a spirit that once soared
Now a bird in a cage
That sings for it's freedom
It's dreams locked away
And what seems out of reach
Is close to the touch
With the hand, not the heart
You can't hold half as much
Kevin Fix
Categories:
unmended, faith, happiness, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme