Best Unopened Poems
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I stood at the unopened window,
watching it rain from the sky
Complaining inside of a future
that seems to be passing me by
Regrets flooding every emotion,
moments no longer appear
Searching for hope in the downpour,
since you are no longer here
Wrapped up in clouded decisions,
feeling the glass wet and cold
Dreaming of reasons I love you,
swallowing words now untold
Hoping for merely a sentence,
no longer needing the sun
Puddles collect in the fractures,
knowing it soon will be done
And as the rain drops are ending,
nothing much left now to view
Here at this unopened window,
drenched in the days without you
~
Categories:
unopened, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
fact blinded by truth
one and only narrative~
reason left to pray
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Categories:
unopened, political, religion,
Form:
Senryu
The letter stays sealed within the envelope unread and faded
Bringing neither hope, nor memories blurred or jaded
The day it came I could not know
Which destiny the words would hold.
Out of fear I refused to break the seal
In hopes that neither fate was real
Thinking only of the I in me
Believing not that Love could ever be
Nor trusting simply your love for me
Past memories of former hurt stake their claim
Haunting wounds, nightmares in the middle of the day.
Uncounted years the letter lay
Preemptive strike I walked away
Hoping the memory that can never un happen of that day
Will be less painful than the specter of what might have been had I embraced the gamble of love
the day your letter came.
And after all these years surprisingly
That letter still calls out to me
Tho I know now what might have been can never be.
I sometimes think what if I was wrong
What if the letter told of love grown strong
Of two hearts held by one strong bond
Perhaps the words spoke tenderly
Of Love
Of Life
And not dear John as I assumed it to be.
I will never know if those words are real
Because the envelope that contains the letter
Remains sealed.
Somewhere in my twisted heart I feel
That those words unread
Can neither harm, nor heal.
Which is better?
Which is worse?
Does truth lie in the ancient verse
"Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all"
What daysman can ever make that call?
Maybe the tragedy that is worse
Is to never give your heart a chance to hurt.
So now I stand alone and cold
Much like the unread letter folded in the envelope.
Never throwing it away yet still not reading
Dying unwounded
Scarred but not bleeding.
Knowing full and well that I will never know
The message that the letter holds
Too afraid to let it go
Yet too afraid to ever know
I stand alone
A prisoner to unread words.
Fearing the past and dreading the future
Fearful of presumed hurt.
Yet I'm frozen
And alone
A prisoner held hostage by a message I'll never know.
A letter
Alone
In an envelope. Unopened.
Categories:
unopened, anxiety, break up, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Three
small keys
in my care
In an attic
furniture , toys, puzzles, stuffed animals
a treasure hunt to find where the keys fit
Victorian
doll house door
perfect
fit
On
a toy
bed laid a
lace handkerchief
In an open trunk laid a wooden box
small keyhole opening , a diary
lies nestled in
its embrace
treasured
time
A lace handkerchief for the tears shed when reading the life pages of one’s soul.
7/7/2016
Categories:
unopened, dream, emotions, identity, writing,
Form:
Tetractys
My grief sits unopened
In a box with the rest of my childhood things
And every time I pull at the yellow satin strings
I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened
I cannot explain why I wash away the weights in the palms of my empty hands
Or why the clear water sinks down the drain, swirling along with the hazy pain
I create a clean slate
And in the next room, my grief sits unopened
She wears the crown of a queen with my yellow satin strings
She asks me to play make believe
Because she can see why I should be good at it
And in the same room, my grief sits unopened
With my yellow satin strings, she turns to leave and waves
And all that remains are me and lain on the shelf, the box looking lonely
I cannot remember from where came the stains or how to stay sane when I don't know what I've lost, what I've gained
Because my grief sits unopened
People and memories are wiped away clean
So there's no need to scream, but the lid's on the floor
And my yellow satin strings aren't with me anymore, they're at home
Home.
Oh.
I'm reminded of why my grief sits unopened
Categories:
unopened, 11th grade, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Cats on roof in snow
Sentinels watching looking
Without open eyes
The jet flies the governor's
Course set to adultery
Cat slips on frozen
Snow, claws grip the edge, below
A fire awaits..... fate
Death takes the pilot,
In midair the govenor
Yearns...jet burst apart
Cat's grip is weak claws strip falls
Clings to governor's carcass
Taxpayers buy a
New plane, and exwife's dreams flow...
And flames still scorch!
(The cats are metaphoric for politicians.)
Categories:
unopened, history, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Rengay
I would open my dress,
And let you have the woman of me.
I would open my chest,
And let you have the heart of me.
I would open my wounds,
And let you see the pain in me.
I would open my eyes,
And let you see the soul of me.
I would open my arms,
And let you have the warmth of me,
I would open my mind,
And let you have the knowing of me.
I would open my lips,
And kiss you all the joy in me.
I would.
I would.
I would.
And yet...I am still.
© 2013 Ruby Honeytip
Categories:
unopened, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Because she likes mystery and wants to imagine her own story before the world
rudely interrupts
And as the cookie crumbles the world rumbles its forceful future among her frail dreams
So she leaves everything as is so her dreams are able to live
The mind is only as strong as the cracks from time
p.s. so crack the cookie to see your fortune…
Categories:
unopened, beautiful, mystery, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
He walked upon her in the woods
Lying there, with placenta and blood on her skin
He didn't question where she was going
But knew where she had been
~unwanted, unloved, unnoticed~
He cleaned her carefully
Removed the dead weight and stains of sorrow and grief
He dressed her in royal gowns
Daily changing her value and belief
~desired, delightful, distinct~
When she was grown and ready for love
He gave her a precious stones to wear
Her adornment was a testament
To LOVE's extravagant concern and care
~powerful transformation~
She began to walk among the people
Whispered gashes flew through the air
Words tore her garments
And left her naked to the judgmental stares
~unworthy, undeserving, undone~
He watched from His window
And saw HIS LOVE packaged in an unopened box
Sworn off as a harlot with no lineage
They began to pick up rocks
~thrown away, thwarted, taken down....
down, down, to the very ground
she came up from
What can LOVE do now
When siblings break their own
Rejection is endurable
But family fault finding leaves the redeemed, in the silent alone
of the abyss
what courage can bring
LOVE out of this
She walked away, into the great unknown
With the garment of humility around her waist
Her head bowed low, and gait amiss
With all she'd encountered and faced
~with LOVE~
Seasons passed as she drudged through the days
Looking for LOVE to find her again
She had come to the line of despair
And almost gave in to the lies she discovered there
~abandoned, average,aloof~
LOVE showed up and caught her next breath
Giving back what she believed to be gone
He said, "You are the UNOPENED GIFT
My LOVE has chosen to ride upon
~given, golden, glad~
Rejoicing in the moment, HE took her away
To a City made of gold and jewels
A place where difference is accepted
And creativity with LOVE, rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2018
Note: So many gifts Daddy God gives us, that remain unopened, because we fail to value LOVE.
Categories:
unopened, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred face
Though to cover God’s face, is such a carnal sin of waste
Some receive this present with glee, never to open you see,
Saying I’ll open someday, when I finish my play
To receive the present is good, but to be the present they could,
If open, the present they would, and most certainly they should
For most certainly Christ’s blood, has covered sin with flood
You would certainly open a present of the material of strife
Why not open, heaven’s fallopian, this present, is life
To have the present, you must receive, but open please
So far, so good, if you would, for there is no reprieve,
To have love’s life you could, if only you would, perceive
So let us face, the sacred face, that bought us sacred grace,
And open the interior, to expose our inner mirror
The trouble we have, we don’t open our precious heart valve,
For the love that we have, there will always be striving trouble,
If we live in the double of the mind’s carnal bubble
To begin living , a present, you’ve been graciously given,
Break out, of mind’s prison, into immortality’s living
Therefore believing from your heart, is your most very good start
Your mind has painted you into a box, it is a worldly hoax,
Like the very small fox, know the kind? Jesus said, “nips your vine”
In ploy for control, the mind is so very bold, against soul
Though there is no scold, from heart’s fold, of God’s gold
The present remains unopened fallopian, a closed mold
For the old man of the mind against grace, took a stand
To find the new man, open your present and make a new stand
Continued
Categories:
unopened, inspirational, lovesin,
Form:
Narrative
When first I peered deep into her eyes,
My heart was completely besieged,
By her colour, her trance, her all in between,
Her book I would happily read,
So I steadied my ship, parked on a seat,
And looked at all that I liked,
And gazed at each little feeling of free,
Yet her book stayed closed through the night,
And when I awoke all I could see was her glow,
Her book cover was all I required,
Her beautiful free, emotive kiosk,
While her page would not open wide,
This ravishingly gorgeous beautiful girl,
She displayed a beautiful show,
But I never opened and read in her book,
Who she is I never will know.
Categories:
unopened, beautiful, lost love, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Shallow unopened grave
Rotten earth
If opened a terrifying curse
Behold I discover
A shallow open grave
Laid a dead man
With blood
Dripping from his brain
He spoke
A breath first
Then he said
You fool
‘’A Curse Curse’’
Blood just drooled
I felted the same
But I should be scared
A dead man curse
I don’t believe
If this is true
A flow of blood would leave
This must be a dream
Eyes wont shut
In the wilderness
has to feel around
Floating my feet cant
Touch the ground
IF MY HEARTS BEATING IT DOESN’T MAKE A SOUND
MY CURSE IS OF MY OWN
My Shallow unopened grave
As repeated my hole life
I have to write
It starts over tonight
Categories:
unopened, fantasygrave,
Form:
Free verse
Forever more, my tortured heart,feelings blue and true...
May when ever love does follow,regroup thine feelings due.
Regret and sorrow hurt my feelings,after ye scream and yell...
A hatred's wrath is so steaming,as demeaning and sent to hell.
How can i love thee fleeing? ...
How may i ever tell?
Mine heart for thee is ever beating...
Beating to break and over swell.
My love for thee is often debating...
Debating on how degrading.
How degrading thy heart be filled with heated hate.
When made up af't passionate lovemaking...
Spread heated,up so late.
A love so healthy and more careless,
Which does make thy heart well sore...
All this storm of angered, vantaged...
All more love,
forever more...
Lets no longer add the vantage,ever more to
cease and score.
Let's light our heart's fired light,Fired long and ever sore...
We loved each other down the aisle...
Promised love's unmatched denile,Forever more at
each other's love opened door.
02-14-2006'.
Categories:
unopened, loss, lost love, love,
Form:
You made the wrong choice first
Please tell me how it got worst.
Where did this all go wrong?
I was once so strong.
One day I was up then I fell.
Everything turned into a living hell.
I didn't know how to be strong anymore.
I'm tired of only getting a closed door.
I don't need a special token
To live out in the open.
I want to find a new ride,
I no longer want to hide.
Categories:
unopened, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Mind’s serpent illusion, must be brought to a real conclusion,
As the serpent’s mind illusion is only a fleshly protrusion
No persona of head or mind, can stand the test in time’s line
Nor can it ever align, with our love’s faith, within love’s kind
As the heart says I am full of love, from above, very fine
Generations of strife, has caused a very difficult life
For to behold love’s glow, to do so, of the mind very slow
Is a heavy blow, to it’s ego, to go, to heart, to start
Mind has quaked at it’s mistake, taking a very sacred cake
Mind took the cake, having nothing to do, with it’s make or bake
The heart’s depart, from the mind’s mistake, was for love’s sake
Spinning within, saving itself from the sin, of the mind’s quake
All that was left, to do or pursue, the only choice to make
The heart left mind’s dilemma, left alone, mind, began to pine
Slowly beholds a glow, of heart’s light, realizing it’s plight
From heart’s light, receives it sight, previously regarded with spite
A light, from within it’s own heart, now mind may see it’s part
In time to find itself to be, the servant part, of the heart
The whole of love’s self of which it is only a servant part
The moral of this story, of course is love’s glory
In a mind of hoping, heaven is a closed fallopian
Jesus, the present is coping, but has never been opened,
By your hoping! Your faith is safe within! But heart has clavis
And Love the key, be that you see, a brother to Jesus be
Walk the floor of the world no more, love key, open’s heart’s door
The kingdom is within you, of life begin ye, anew
Life light will brighten, mind enlighten, by golden hue
And trouble will all ease, with gracious and sacred new lease,
And strife will all cease, with love’s immortality, much peace
Love is the source, by Jesus of course, the abundant new lease!!
1-29-10 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
unopened, inspirational, loveheart, heart, jesus,
Form:
Narrative