Best Unnamed Poems
Snuggling and cuddling,
Caressing and fondling,
And all those other tender things
That happen in the night.
Teasing and tickling,
Sighing and giggling,
And so much profound feeling
When we hold each other tight.
Unnamed God’s Of The Winds
Ethereal unseeing creatures drink up the feathery winds
Immortals, ancient gods, ride on the backs of clouds
Smoke them like cigarettes unfiltered
Rise invisible to drink the sky and everything in it
Once rain fills them up they turn to fog
Another unnamed god
Filling up the bodies of the wind
Fog clouds empty again as rain
They come down just the same as puffs of smoke
Solid winds are stronger on the storm
Dragged down by water falls then drowned
You can feel them on the skin between the drops
Falling through the atmosphere
Created on 12/23/14 for -Shadow Hamilton’s -“Gods Of Winds” Poetry Contest
Deliberately Unnamed, Unsigned , 2nd
(SECOND OFFERING)
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttering in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day
As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend.
Deliberately Unfinished-
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10
Total # Syllables: 100
Total # Lines: 13 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 71
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Any poet can send me by way of pm here
ten end-rhyming verses to complete this poem.
I will then choose the several of best entries
submitted to post as our collaborations.
Poem will be titled by each chosen poet
upon completion of our joint writing.
Verses to be 4, 1, 4, 1 as shown
Any questions feel free to pm me and
I will answer.
Edit_
Chosen from first collaboration offering,
these three poems, now posted listed in order
of completion.
*** Betrayed Expectation
with Paul Callus
*** Heart and Wisdom of Olympus
with Broken Wings
*** "APHRODITE"
with Teppo Gren'
Sorry, Second offer now closed....
Third offer next week will be Romantic theme.
Thanks to all that sent in second half conclusions!
All were great....
Planets collide, they explode in the night,
Stars burst bright, they burn cold,
Touch my heart one more time,
Let me feel your love, your love,
You and I burn brighter,
Than if the Galaxy would implode,
Your touch lights me on fire,
We will never grow old, grow old.
Touch me right, in my heart,
I will sing bright, brighter than stars.
You can see in my eyes,
I feel love a billion times,
Oooohhhhh,
Now can you feel it,
A thousand miles away,
My love burns brighter,
Than the sun on a Mars Day,
Oooohhhhh,
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I’m of Slovakian descent,
I can barely afford my rent,
Now I’ve run out of time,
And my very last dime,
I need to reach,
My time to teach,
To mold the minds and sculpt the dreams,
To reserve the tears and eliminate the screams,
To persuade the youth in the city of Pittsburgh,
To do more with their lives then-
The negative surroundings they’re surround with and-
I feel I need to breathe aspirations,
To expand minds with dissertations,
But the bills keep pouring in,
And my collegiate future looks grim,
I need to make it,
To make it-
In life,
To fulfill my passion’s path,
I cannot figure out the math,
And my mind keeps spinning like a record,
And just for the record,
I feel so overwhelmed with nerves and fear from the very crown,
Of my head to the tips of my toes,
And it seems no one knows,
Of wise words to impose on me,
And all I want is the vision to see,
The truth of my future and its possibilities,
But the bell has told on my days of knowledge yearning,
And newfound learning,
I break down into a mess of tears,
Facing one of my very worst fears,
Failure-
I can tell you it’s something worth dying over for me,
I’m not sure I could go through this life,
Facing any sprinkling of strife,
More than I’ve already felt,
And I’ve dealt,
With more than I can consciously live with already,
My heart beats sharp and my right arm is unsteady,
I need to find the greener grass,
Amidst the bleak times I have to pass,
Afraid to die afraid to fail,
Spending evenings sipping ale,
And wondering when my life will finally assimilate,
Into-
A firmer vivid concrete shape,
Days go by,
And I try,
To keep my head up,
Just to keep my neck up,
Out of the quicksand that’s consuming,
My mind it’s assuming,
That there is nowhere to go from here,
Nowhere to go from here.
A delicate ember awaits anonymously,
A parceled out soul awaiting un-abandonment,
Equestrian voices longing to be heard,
Magicians waiting for the magic word,
But you see??...
You already are what you long to be.
Deliberately Unnamed, Unsigned, 1st
I flew to Olympus, to find its heart,
armor intact against Hades’ dark wrath.
At birth the power of light made its start
as Homer's ghost sent me upon my path!
Yet there I found only an empty throne
where once Zeus in glory firmly reigned.
So sad! For no lighted wisdom was shown,
such that grievous and blue, my heart was pained!
Not finished---
Open Invitation to any poet to finish this
as either 1. a sonnet or 2. else a sixteen verse rhyme..
I will then choose four from the first ten submitted,
and post those four versions, citing each as our collaboration. ...
If interested, send me your additions in pm here and
I know many, many poets here, have the talent to complete this poem
(even surpassing my start).
I myself , have not written a conclusion to it and will not
do so, if I get enough responses.
By the way, each poet taking this opportunity should also
suggest a title for the finished poem..Thanks.
OFFER NOW CLOSED, eight highly talented members sent their concluding verses.
Four will be chosen from that eight.
Any questions, feel free to pm me here.
Second collab offering later next week will be on the theme of, The Love of Nature....
life's social classes
world dominated by wealth
Unnamed class remains
I hate the way you strip and walk across the room,
As if it didn’t matter to you.
As if it didn’t matter if I was inside;
As if you had just let me in from the night.
Why are you still jammed against the window of a past era?
Hung up on what walked off without even shutting the door.
I am standing like a fool with words I don’t owe;
With handfuls of nothing to show.
My friends ask who you are;
I say you are difficult.
It is hard to believe you to be,
Someone as removed as me.
I don’t know what it is,
But I know that you don’t feel the same.
When I’m gone, I will just replace his name.
“Lover”—
I don’t stay overnight with the others.
I turned you out and it didn’t even matter.
You barely bother;
No one will give you what I have to offer.
You'll realize when it's over.
Things die and ghosts pass through me like
Days and then years.
You don’t have the words I wanted to hear.
I am off the rails again, I fear.
I pull my clothes back on and take myself somewhere else,
Outside a doorway you won’t let me though yourself.
Of all the things I couldn’t help.
My life has been something that I just survived,
Without the means to let things die,
Or for the pain to wear off in time.
I love you;
That must be why.
I sense it is impossible to rhyme
in this journey and that even
with a poem searching for words
something is lost
Is it found in the breath
slowly with the slightest force
should we name it the Force
or is it a lightness that joins
with the smallest molecules
atoms is that what I am
and you and the us
anything else if false is dust
am I trying to form something that
cannot be formed or is the Form
something we cannot know
with its infinite reach
A form that is what the
Universe is and we are of
that form, briefly solid but unending
I feel at times a cold heaviness
in my chest and I am frightened
But if I inhale and see the stars
in the silence for that instance
forever seems real and unending
and a Force that we experience
as we search even pray for
as we try to define ourselves
and the Infinite that is forever
A dull mist hangs in the air
There lingers a sallow gloom
Though it had rained sometime ago
Dark clouds gather once more in the sky
As if another shower could be expected
Leaves shed drops of tears
Time moves at snail’s pace
There is a dull languor
Just like the soggy surroundings
In the dank confines of her soul,
An unknown pain seeks redemption.
A deep sadness returns again and again
Pervading and sturating her soul
Tearing her apart, shaking her from head to foot
She doesn’t know why she feels like a mariner
Drifting far away from the port
Or is she a sinking ship?
All she hears is the hiss of the cauldron
Burning and boiling within her
As thoughts bleed in silence!
From a dull cinder, there grew a fire
And now into a conflagration spread,
Consuming her inch by inch
She wants an instant relief
Or else her heart would burst
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May. 25.2022
Submitted for 2022 Marathon Mile .11.Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Julia Ward
so i just wrote a rough draft, can i get your honest feedback please. :)
The looks on her body were so beautiful and bent as curved as the tips of paint brushes and her eyes brown and mysterious like the bottoms of a desert
That every time we hugged and her arms wrapped my body I was caught in a sandstorm and when it finished and I looked into her eyes, I felt lost
because looking into her eyes were like looking into a vast of nothingness
Like lost chapters in a book untold
She was those hidden pages which were about to unfold
Not knowing how much of a big impact it will leave on my life
But like lost chapters that needed to be forgotten
She needed to be lost in my sands of time
Because she was like my nasty habit because I'd crave her all day
She was so hot that she made the desert seem like it was the tropics she'd have more curves than sand dunes in the sahara
She was my specially customized tumble weed
And I was that dirty drug addict that would walk to the ends of the deserts just so I can have a dose of her every single time
I treated her like my last sip of water because she was my queen of this desert
But no matter what deserts I had to cross
The self sacrifices I had to make
And the time that I could never get back
She would still call me friend
Nothing more and nothing less
What she thought me being friendly was actually me hoping to be more than friends giving it my best
Or maybe I was the stupid gullible one that swallowed every sugar coated white lie she said
Hypnotizing me in the placebo effect
Yes it's stupid to hold onto something that keeps hurting you,but it's also stupid to let go of something that you've ever wanted
The pain of her blindness felt like someone throwing a sandball to your eyes for the first time
It stings but knowing that rubbing it will just make it worse
(Intro)
Hello……..my friends.
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time……..once again
Where has the time gone off to
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 1)
It’s anger that goes deeper than the oceans
It’s the splatter pattern on the wall
It’s the buried and pent-up emotions
that destroy everything like a raging flood
It’s the rage down the hall
t’s the satin sheets drenched in blood
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time…. once again
Where has the time gone off too
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 2)
Smoking and drinking away life’s bitter potions
Like the needle to the groove,
That repeats the same stagnant track.
Never moving forward, always pulling you back,
through a life that you struggle to improve,
as you wither away in the putrid mud
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions
David A. Porter
9/13/17
Constantly shaking on edge feel at risk
My insides feel like they got caught up in a whisk
The aches and pains that define my days
Take over my life in so many ways
My bowel does not like me
My legs and hips moan;
'When will you please, just rest me at home?'
Yet when I lie there so ready for sleep
All cuddled up and fall in a heap
The slumber I pray for takes me by surprise
As adrenaline runs through me
No rest for tired eyes
Finally rested, the dreams start to take me
So half an hour later the demons will wake me
Yet again the cycle begins
All I need is more sleep
To help recover my limbs
My body a wreck, feels like it's hungover
Remembering times when the drink won me over
Nowadays it's a cola just to keep me awake
No one believes what a sad girl I make
My neck is so heavy my arms made of lead
Who knew how hard it could be just to hold up my head
My wrists start to shake as I continue to type
This 'illness' is dreadful so where's all the hype?
Little research, hardly a supporter
Who will help me and then fix my daughter?
As I sit here feeling sorry and guilt for my moans
Those GP's with 'wisdom' sit high on their thrones
Disbelieving and misunderstanding
Not believing I sometimes can't even stray from my landing
Some days it's too hard, too much to bare
I feel hurt from my toes to the end of my hair
'Get yourself out there, do more exercise!'
'It's all just down to the size of your thighs'
So hydro I did and physio too. I lost even a stone and strengthened too
Yet 18 months on - so I should be strong?
Better i should feel, yet it all still feels so wrong
Panting and huffing and sweating at night
I get through another week coz I put up a fight
Why do I still feel so incredibly 'wasted'?
Did I do something wrong that must have been hated?
Appreciate I have so much for to live
But energy no more do I have to give
Leave me here to lie and sleep
Feel sorry for myself and continue to weep
Bring me tramadaol my wheat bags and water
I must motivate to show I can move for my daughter
Every day I keep going keep trying
But If I said I was happy I'd probably be lying
Victoria Payne
A bush in the middle of a field once green,
A top like a powdered wig,
Beneath lay bones chilled hard as rock,
And hands that would snap like a twig,
It was a life not fully formed,
No bigger than a hand,
What reason caused it to be there,
Is hard to understand,
From one so young that could not say,
From one too old to care,
How long it's lain nobody knows,
Let someone say a prayer.