Best Unnoticeable Poems
Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily you thrive to make your life of interest to others, but mostly yourself
Yielded by emotions, that has diminished your pride
Other hopes have come about and gone with your procrastination
Floating inside your head, so when your body is caught you have gone
Time always a cheating mistress, but you always felt you could get more out of her
Hauling your depressions, to remind you of different kinds of sadness; masochistic
Evening light is the best, cause you are not fully viewed
Letting go of your childhood, has made you forget enjoyment of silly things
Inner self is slowly crawling more into his inner self which is crawling to nothing
Violent are your fist that you feel vibrate every time in your anger
Intentionally seeking attention, bad not a good whore at it
Null is now your favorite word
Going with out a goal
It has swallowed you whole what ever it is...
Never mind returning bliss
Thinking about all the good times you could have, but you went ahead and missed
How much more self loathing are you going to give?
Even children get over scrapped knees
Having nothing but to agree to self pity
Open your mind and eat the many things that should be searched
Use your will again, instead of a pulse to keep living
Sense your self once more and maybe you love will also
Everything could be something
Ogre lurking inside, must be killed by your own sword
Forgive and the apologies will feel like candy in your mouth
Timidness is not a option
Help yourself do more than just thrive!
Eager are the types of happiness that are waiting
Doubt should not let you sit
Elope your mind and body together
Adjusted to much to be a copy; so unnoticeable
Death comes at the end, not during.
Categories:
unnoticeable, lifeself, body, self,
Form:
Acrostic
Scrumptious sight of prairies and grass
Ardent beaming of flower buds and buzzing bees
Leafless coils, branches of trees become alive
Hastening! Arousing everyone's joy and vive
Everyone happy on cheerful springtime!
A cotillion trips and chirps of jolly birds
From some distance, I have started to heard
Fantastic shun and kisses of pretty butterflies
Tempting all species of flora and fauna to thrive
Welcoming, beckoning the heat of summertime!
First crisp of breeze, creating dew in morning
Canopy of red and orange leaves from branches, enchanting!
Turning the world into a canvass of nature's brush
Unnoticeable, such romantic dash making anyone blush
Revel, embrace the sweet amorous season of autumn!
Solid chilling raindrops of snowflakes
Giving warning: careful during breaks
Covering branches, bringing icy cold aches
Yet, skiing an exhilarating cool escape
Delight in the coolness ambiance of winter!
BY
olive_eloi
2:22 pm
02/26/2014
CONTEST: MEMORIES ON BRANCHES
SPONSOR: GAIL ANGEL DOYLE
4TH PLACE
Categories:
unnoticeable, autumn, life, seasons, spring,
Form:
Light Verse
A quick
Sharp
Pain in a vein
Barely notice it
Blood is drawn
Rushing from the vein
It feels unnatural
Leaving from your vein
But the pain is unnoticeable
as more leaves
A feeling of faint
The one drawing the blood
gives a kind look with their eyes
Taking more blood
worry sets in
Skin becomes ashen
vision blurs
More blood is drawn
To tight in a grip
Body goes limp
What caused the minor pain leaves the vein
Two slow breaths
Ashen
Cold
Dead
Too much blood was
Categories:
unnoticeable, dark, gothic, pain, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Azteca
As a young girl growing up in Los Angeles City
My mother took me everywhere with her
Our favorite Mexican restaurant had great hospitality
Casa De Nina, I enjoyed the music and she, their famous platter;
Guajolotas o tortas de tamal
Desayuno, plato de huevos rancheros
Champurado and pan dulce de Pasqual
The owner made us feel special, served us our usual
There were, Chicano art hanging
Some of the most authentic were of Azteca
Roots in the primeval instincts enchanting
The details of nature surrounding, alla prima,
A painting of an epitomal Aztec noble prince
A beautiful princess in his arms, bien fe`rma
The traditional cuadro stayed on my mind ever since
There it was, in all places, the painting was everywhere
La Marketa, the textile district, La Golondrina
Pintura’s de Indios Mexicano’s all about the town square
Olvera Street, even in the Mission at the Marina
As soon as I got home, I cleared away the furniture,
from up against the wall
In one hand the print on the calendar
a charcoal pencil in the other I began to sketch it all
A mural has to be painted in close relationship
to the scale, style, and mood of the interior,
With regard to such siting, to eye levels, a very good tip
Considerations as light sources, make realism art superior
I hid the paint from my mother and dad
Unnoticeable as of yet, I drew very lightly
I worked fast with what mediums I had
Brush strokes here and there, ever slightly
Until a finished project, my very first mural
I took her scarf and covered her eyes,
lead her down the hall and pushed the door
I whispered into her ear, s-u-r-p-r-i-s-e
Happy Mother’s Day, I prepared her a little more
With her fingers splayed over eyes and lips
My mother processed, motionless, in awe
Focusing on the corner at the paint drips
she said, I always knew that you could draw
An inspiring experience for the most part
Exhaling—she saw that I was passionate of my Chicana art
Categories:
unnoticeable, art, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Three of my chickens are dead and they have left a hole in my heart,
I want to mark their passing, prove that they were alive and very much loved by me,
They were real, breathing and full of life from the start,
Oh they made me laugh, so hilarious and quirky; such fun hidden away on our allotment,
They did no great deeds, were not famous and hardly anyone knew they were there,
Alert and trusting, they followed my steps, looked at me with their heads to one side, wondering and seeing,
They slept in my arms and closed their tiny eyes when I stroked under their beaks,
Laid eggs and loved wholemeal bread, sometimes combining the two in to a healthy treat in their run, pecking and pinching whatever they could,
Stood on my spade when I was trying to dig, and ate the biggest worms I ever did see,
Had me running in circles to catch them, jumped out of the hutch when I thought I’d put them in,
Kicked over their food tin so I’d give them more and always hid in the shed,
Rearranged their sleeping compartments when I had just cleaned them out, kicking the neat straw all over,
Ate all of my winter cabbages and nibbled at my sprouts, sat on the compost heap and looked around, Queens of the allotment!
Were brave in the face of danger, survived against the odds,
When poorly, they slept cozily in my basement, and understood when it was time to die,
They may have only been chickens to most, but to me they were my friends,
Always pleased to see me, they needed me, and greeted me loudly every day,
Three lives have been taken, but I will not forget them,
I will look back and smile, and talk kindly of Muriel, Edith and Ethel,
For they were the three hens that taught me that all life is precious, no matter how unnoticeable and small.
Categories:
unnoticeable, animal, bird, celebration, death
Form:
Light Verse
I am okay.
Three simple words, such hypocrite words.
How are you?
You ask me, not even caring
not even knowing about who I am
what I am, how I feel.
How could you know?
I don’t blame you.
I don’t blame my eyes that can’t meet yours,
staring at the floor because I can’t lie to others
as much as I can lie to myself.
I am okay.
I answer, forcing a shaking little smile on a white crumbling face,
pinching my cheeks to make them look red
because red means life and life means joy.
I am okay.
I could be, but I’m not.
How could you know? Inside I’m
collapsing aching bending
withering, a flower in the winter
too tired to try to keep alive, fading
slowly falling onto the dry cold land.
But that you can’t see.
I am a knight, with a shining silver
fake smile on a pale perfect face and
my lies as a sword protecting me from words.
I am okay. But how could you know?
How could you not see?
My body is a facade that looks perfect to the eyes
but when you put a little pressure
with your trembling tempting hand,
cracks open, wounds show, black
dark blood runs cold out of the rifts
But you don’t even notice it because
who would pay attention to black blood
on a black floor, uniforming and blending,
it’s invisible unnoticeable
I don’t blame you.
Because after all I answered you,
with timid voice
and quiet eyes:
I am okay.
Categories:
unnoticeable, anxiety, confidence, judgement, self,
Form:
Free verse
As black birds, bad luck shadows us,
For we have many personas like trickster
Or ill-omened out caster, cast away
No matter how our broken speech sounds.
Our mere presence spark uncomfortable discourse.
How many chances can they take with our lives?
I’m cursed, within this unnoticeable room,
Where my only odds are fight or flight.
Except, my wings have been clipped, so it’s pointless.
Still, I’m dubbed as the freedom fighter,
And yet, I remain locked in a steel cage.
My sanity splits into delirium.
Fear burrow ever deeper into my fragile soul.
Anger begins to throb inside my once gentle heart,
When the sadness starts clawing at the darkened pupils.
All the while, the hunger instills its own painful symptom.
So, I peck, I claw, I snap at the lock,
While screeching the dialect, everyone forgot.
As one of them, I am voiceless.
A handful of grain is tossed in, with little care.
Above, the water rains down from the silver jug.
This occurred, till one hand unlocked it.
I struck her— blood had trickled down.
I clawed— I struggled for the sweet scent of freedom.
I hopped—I hopped from that oppressing cage.
Willingly, I followed her out of the devil’s domain…
Never to return.
Categories:
unnoticeable, allusion, bird, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
What will you do to be remebered;
to become important?
Cure cancer, save lives, be the next Albert Einstein?
When you pass on will others think of you as
influential and amazing or unnoticeable and dull?
Is it important to be important;
do you need to do something great?
How do we view influential people, important beings?
The scientist who discovered a way to use less fossil fuels,
or the mother who cared for her family her whole life
just to be killed in a horrific car crash,
leaving everyone she loved behind?
The question is:
How is greatness measured, who will be remebered?
In later years, who will be heroes of the medical field now in
textbooks worldwide,
or the unknown,
the unmarked grave?
Categories:
unnoticeable, identity,
Form:
Free verse
The end of us breaks open both old and new cracks in my heart.
How come I couldn't see where my blind love would lead us,
Ending it again, you have, before our love could fully grow.
In the many, many years since I first fell in love with you,
Never did I think we'd find our love and then lose it.
Vanishing appears the only option left to me now,
Incredible loneliness once again my friend.
Surely God didn't intend our splitting?
Inside my heart you are big as ever.
But, I am a silly old romantic,
Long ago laden with love,
Ever waiting only for you.
Madness to love you?
About to find out.
Now I fade away.
Invisible...
Am I,
Me.
Going
Off
Now,
End.
10/06/12
Gone: breathless, cold, deceased, dead, departed, done, fallen, lifeless, lost, obsolete, vanished.
Invisible: concealed, discreet, hidden, inconspicuous, unnoticeable, unseen.
Categories:
unnoticeable, angst, loss, lost love,
Form:
Acrostic
Imagery
Picasso How I hated your cubism frame
It was like my life was staring back at me
Fragmented and disorganised.
I purposely drew myself to Monet and the like
As my awareness came into the light
Those paintings seemed more of an illusion
Those still waters lurked beneath the undercurrent of intense emotions
The imagery of the flowing willow tree disguised the screams of discord
Beaming down of ray of hope
Pushing the truth to a miniscule unnoticeable shadow.
I aspire to become content but cemented in reality.
Those emotions that use to overwhelm me are forced in to the light of truth
My writing is to chronicle my journey of discovery
Its ink is truth where denial is omitted from the page.
Categories:
unnoticeable, inspirational, truth,
Form:
Walking away
It starts small yet expands unobtrusively
Unnoticeable even strangely illusively
You didn’t notice but it inevitably grew
So bad now will eventually suffocate you
I’m walking away
Enters pain acute the very worst kind
Saturates my body and even my mind
I know others share this terrible plight
Fact of the matter its just worst at night
I’m walking away
Loneliness whispers I’m here to stay
Exclusively yours both night and day
A one way road a quite single lane
A settling in this melancholic domain
I’m walking away
Scattered pictures my thoughts assail
Recollections prominent almost a holy grail
Precious memories oh thou soul set free
I will never ever walk away from thee
Categories:
unnoticeable, health, today, , cute,
Form:
ABC
Wishing herself away
She
spirals herself on ceramic to the height of childhood,
reuniting each extension of her being to simple oneness
to challenge the chaos in her mind.
Familiar figures outside the room shape themselves with concern,
but her crowded thoughts
cannot understand a silhouette;
she knows its lack of attention to detail.
Her lungs fill with steamy air and release in heavy sigh
around her favorite position:
She
feels safe in the warm pockets of her limbs, blanketing her heart from the chill of
truth beyond the room.
A fleeting urge to unfurl flies by,
as she hears the bathroom tile pleading to end
the smack of rumblings from her toes:
but she resists,
knows enough
not to anger a nerve’s anxiety.
Curls droop anxiously over her knees,
eager to be straightened to some sense of sanity,
but she brushes them away from the moistness on flushed skin:
figures they’ll only frizz with failure
alongside her own objectives…
At this moment,
She owns the serenity of ease
seemingly unnoticeable
to others performing worry beyond the door.
Oh the moment to hold and not let go!
The fear of greeting her fate outside….
But
The sanctity of her thighs cannot warm
the length of her body beyond a moment;
the tears from her eyes never completely drown
the sight of confusion;
the locks of hair are never opaque enough
to shield the brash smirks
of ultraviolet light;
and the arch of her frame eventually must cease
its primitive beauty…
All, sadly,
in overwhelming acceptance
of her non literal position.
Categories:
unnoticeable, confusion, introspection, sad,
Form:
Free verse
They are sinking
In the multiplication tables
While growing older
In a lack of emotional resources...
The differences
Are unnoticeable
In mirrors...
These
They are nailed
To loneliness.
The seasons
Are unnoticeable in their hearts...
The years
Rotting
In their eyes
To them...
The revolution
Is not the result
Of the last few minutes
In their alphabet
There is a path
To curses.
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002
Categories:
unnoticeable, imagination, inspirational, love, nostalgia,
Form:
Haiku
No one is here
No one is there
They all left and deserted me
Their taunts and torments I cannot flee
And I become so full of anger and hate
Now whenever anyone good tries to help
My words only destroy
Consuming all life, burning all joy
My angry heart burns
Pent up emotions yearn
For freedom, for light, for a friend
But all are gone…gone in the end
Tears burn my eyes
No one caring-no goodbyes
They’re just gone
Gone
And any good that may have been around
Is now buried in the ground
Then she comes one by
Slowly, almost unnoticeable like a fly
She slips in, laid back and full of hope
Want to help, give a way to cope
She’s so quiet and coy
But my words only destroy
My anger controlling me
I just want to be free
And I feel terribly sorry for my venomous bite
You only try to help-not fight
I want to believe in you
I really do
But in reality I am too afraid
I fear that I am too far lost in hate for your aid
But still you try
Even after I make you cry
Everything lacking joy
And my words only destroy
How do I know…you will stick around in the end
Be the one who is a true friend
I do know
I know
Because you have told me so
And I will believe in you
And do all I need to do
To change this shattering, decomposing angry heart
Change my view, get a fresh start
And maybe one day I will no longer hurt you
And I’ll be able to show you
Just how much you mean to me
If I can make it, get away from this hate and be free
But doubt clouds my thoughts
Hoping is it worth the pain
Waiting for this healing rain
My words continue to destroy
It will never change…I will never change…only destroy
Only destroy
Categories:
unnoticeable, angst, depression, fear, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
IN THE SILENCE
There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.
For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching,
beyond the acceptance of an unnatural botching,
Away from the laughing, pointing and gawking,
voices debating, the troublesome talking.
It is a power, a force that's present,
a love that's beyond a starry night's crescent.
The dictated emotions that keep us from hearing,
many hearts are failing for the worrisome fearing.
But be very still and you can capture,
and walk towards the calling, your name in the rapture,
There is a most wonderful, Omnipotent Being,
a Love everlasting, belief without seeing.
In the silence.
Within ocean waves crashing,
a continual washing, forever set in motion, in a perpetual fashion.
They see and they tremble with vague understanding,
at simply God's doing at His every commanding.
They turn up the volume of the blasphemous drama,
to the youth of our nation with demoralizing trauma.
But In the silence there is One crying,
to save a lost world from an eternity's dying.
Salvation free for all, for a blood that's still spilling,
for the passion of our Christ, a price paid at His willing.
There's a truth of discerning, solid, and stable,
of a grace that is present, willing and able.
In the bloom of a flower, a body of water that's glistening,
the cry of God's heart heard by those who are listening.
On top of the mountains, in the sprint of gazelles,
In the roars of the lion, the ring of church bells.
Across the great skyways, there's an artful distinction,
clouds filled with His tears, for the mankind extinction.
Listen, in the stillness, the longing connection,
the loving story of an eternal detection,
In the first beat of the heart, the first kick of an infant,
the last breath of a loved one, a life gone in an instant.
From the miraculous, the spectacular, amazing with thunder,
to the smallest unnoticeable miracle wonder,
Listen, I beseech you, and you will hear,
a love heard in heart, and not with the ear,
In the silence.
Categories:
unnoticeable, creation, emotions, god, heaven,
Form:
Dramatic Verse