Best Unplanned Poems
"We're going on vacation," my husband said. I gave him a big kiss.
Time away from home and housework was something I wouldn't miss.
"Let's check into our hotel," I cried, when I heard thunder.
"Which hotel?" My husband asked. I looked at him with wonder.
"You made reservations, didn't you?" I asked with a sense of doom.
The town over-flowed with people. We'd never get a room.
We drove by nice hotels and inns. "No vacancy", signs read.
We were in the dingy part of town when he turned the car around.
There was a lit sign above a doorway, a room was to be found.
A shirtless man said, "Money first", I gave my man a frown.
He whispered, "It's a flophouse." I didn't like that term.
The look I gave my husband was meant to make him squirm.
And as I glared, I truly hoped that it would cause him pain.
Coming with no reservation, was really quite insane.
I vowed if we got home alive, I'd never leave again.
Categories:
unplanned, vacation,
Form:
Rhyme
all in the astrological
a probable obstacle
opposing a closing
on misquoting
avoiding acknowledging
a declaration
of ever changing information
staging the hesitation
as engaging the conversation
shorted
and circular
retort like
interpreter
port side
murderers
singing
like mother natures nurturer
a cursive cure
portrayed other than
self serve
okay the pelt fur
was filayed from a cave dweller
shadows on the wall
ancient paintings
saints restrained as decaying
a sacred hazing
surface alterations
a presence of learning
and the egos altercation
the peasants are burning
blue sky on the eve
a single tree a hair in the expanse
red cliffs and black sands
lightning struck three times
roosters and left hands
bones and amethyst
holes to hide a fist
i told the psychiatrist
im older than osiris is
navigate in a dreamstate
ive been told im a cheap skate
thank goodness for cheesecake
i used to eat cheese steak
satisfaction in all forms
something they forewarn
feeding the forlorn
or heating a cold dorm
romance by the crab shack
the silence of abstract
wander and backtrack
snake in a knapsack
Categories:
unplanned, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
The mysterious day,
Starts up the bubble,
Snooze button delay,
Two shift double,
Colorful schemes,
Heat on full blast,
Notorious themes,
Energy outcast,
Falling out,
Reaching for the hand,
Too much doubt,
A responder unplanned,
Trying to block out,
Block out a power,
A helpful soul’s passion,
Upon a rush hour,
Saved with compassion,
Life blooming; beautiful flower,
Sometimes it takes,
One individual man,
To fulfill the steaks,
Of another’s game plan.
Don’t give in when life is hard, become that beautiful flower- life hands you cards or people to keep you moving-use the right card.
Categories:
unplanned, beautiful, courage, beautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Alliteration
Why do we have the sky up and not down?
Why does the earth has water all over it?
Why do humans die and never return home?
Why is the moon so far from the earth while
We need light to lit the entire earth when dark?
The moon should have been down to lit the world
More better than how it is now to the humans.
Why all the fingers are not equal as the hand?
Why do we have man and woman in the world?
The man the head, and the woman, a help meet.
The women and men should have been equal and
Do things like brothers and sisters in the house.
Guess what the family will be like if man and woman are equal and share the same idealogy not faith.
Why do we have the Rich and the Poor here?
Why the have and the have-not in the society?
Many begging with nothing to eat and some
Have nothing to eat not even a seed of rice to chew
Many have more than enough to eat and waste,
And you think that this world will be a peaceful
place to lay your head and sleep every night and day?
Why do some ride cars and others have no cars?
Why do many give birth and others die barren?
Are they not from the same maker of the universe?
Is this planet really planned or unplanned plant?
The sky is neither blue, purple, white nor grey,
The animals are not equally created and it hurts.
The tall ones want to be short while the short wants
To be tall, why not make all short or tall?
Women who are black bleach to get fair,
Men who are fair don't bath because they want to
Become as dark as those women who bleach to be seen!
Jungle justice, Aluta continua, continua; lower and
Higher self esteem in the midst of the brotherhood.
Is the world carefully planned based on one eye?
Watch the green grasses soon turn to yellow,
Why not leave them to be green all day long in history?
My eyes is sickening of those things made unplanned which humans abused righteously now and always.
When talking to the cover of my mouth beware
Of the fart of the mouth from flowing because we are living in an unplanned world where mouths also fart.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice of Vincent 2016
Categories:
unplanned, abuse, age, art, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
THE UNPLANNED JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I had a great breakfast gave a nice tip to the girl
I was late, had to swerve to avoid hitting a squirrel
I was really lucky when I crossed the yellow line
A semi was coming, head on, I made it back in time
But I over reacted and landed in the swale
Rolled over twice, but I’m here to tell the tale
Lacking any warning, I didn’t pack for this trip
I scanned the bow, looking for the name of the ship
The gangway was well worn, the ship an ugly gray
Officers at the first deck, had a few words to say
You’re our passenger, see the list with your name
Transporting you to the destination is our only aim
I was given a cabin number: the location of my room
I passed by a group of musicians on a break, I assume
I had an outside cabin, yet no windows to be seen
No dressers, closets or mirrors, a really weird scene
An eerie quiet was broken, by a noise outside my door
I spotted an envelope with my name lying on the floor
A gala event this evening, held on deck number three
Casual dress, music, gourmet foods, drinks, totally free
A magnificent ballroom, a stage illuminated bright
All the men attending were all suited in white
Men were dancing stag; and the women, solo as well
Band seemed to be playing, yet only silence befell
Ladies clad in white gowns, a red rose in their hair
Most passengers were elderly, but nary a pair
The food looked great, in dozens of colorful arrays
But as I grew closer, I saw they were all papier- maches
No food, no music, my suspicions were instantly imparted
I realized, all of us here are the recently departed
Categories:
unplanned, allegory, allusion, death, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
The Day you came to his life as sparkle sunshine…
He had one more day to cherish it with wine…
From the day of your existence he was always there for you…
Just he wanted you to bloom and make him proud too…
In the society he never intended to put limit on your proclivity…
But he knew the cruel color of the people in the vicinity…
Don’t come to the conclusion about him as a man bad…
Even his heart skipped the “beat” when you called him dad….
He slogs to draw up your beautiful fate…
Don’t be devoid of feeling & burn that hate…
Don’t weigh up him with someone by your side….
Else his soul may run away so far & hide….
Put down him with tenderness as you never did it before…
He will take wing & smile in the heart deep core....
It’s unfitting, what you call as "My Choice"....
Still he won't double back & be your voice....
By - (Gautam)
17th April 2015
Categories:
unplanned, dad, daughter, hate, love,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
On this road trip we make tentative plans as to the memories we’d like collected
but we often find the best memories are totally unexpected.
Take today for instance..
We planned to visit The Old Round Church in Richmond, Vermont
It was to be the first stop of the day…
This 16-sided church was built in 1812, and is the only one like it still standing In the USA.
In Montpelier we planned to stop for crepes at the Skinny Pancake
and in St. Johnsbury at the Fairbanks Museum…filled with a million things
where we couldn’t wait to see its portrait of Abe Lincoln created from beetle and butterfly wings.
We did all these and they were amazing…but let me go back to the church if I may
where something wonderful happened that wasn’t in the plan today..
The church was closed when we arrived…but as we stopped to enjoy it for a spell
a woman pulled up, got out of her car saying,
“I notice you’re from out of town…have I got a story to tell.”
Her name is Marilyn Cochran…growing up she told us she loved to ski.
She was the first of first of 4 famous siblings in the Cochran ski family.
She was famous on the World Cup Ski Circuit from 1967-74
winning 3 World Cup races…and accolades galore.
She proudly told us about her family…her sister Barbara who
won gold at the Japan Olympics in 1972…
Then she told us about Barbara’s son…his name is Ryan…who
won Silver at the Beijing Olympics in 2022
After visiting with us a while…(we loved listening to her reminisce)
she gave us a box of Raspberry Waffles (which her family makes)
then left us with a big hug and a kiss.
Deborah and I were overjoyed waving to Marilyn as she drove away…
This unplanned and unexpected encounter…totally made our day!
We met a famous skier…learned about her family…
ended up with waffles, a kiss and a hug….
Amazing! Because before we met her…we thought the best part of our day
was going to be seeing an Abe Lincoln made out of bugs.
Categories:
unplanned, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
A walk around the park of the ever loving heart...
Brings back to thee mine ever loving romantic sweetheart.
I met her one fine spring day down b'tween love avenue and ever green
sweethearts lane...
Let me to you to try to of this love story -explain.
She is my wife...
My loving beautiful life.
She fell for me with my smile of no denial...
She called me cutie-That woman of mine-That ever loving beauty.
We met as if on by a lark...
Tis true my sweet-Our eyes met first time in the man's natured filled park.
She calls me from work with stories of being lonely...
She has my heart-My one and only.
She loves to smell flowers after fresh April showers...
She holds me enslaved to her enfavoring powers.
Why do i love her so most ever much? ...
She i depend on most-She be's my emotional loving crutch.
Flowery daisy's petals assemble to her nose for an odorus inspection...
Happy were i if i were chosen to be running for her office of affection-
Happy only if i had won her heart's ever wanting and lonely election.
A kite that rode the wind currents in the park one day...
Resembled my rising devotion and love for her to rise and leave this
stratosphere and hemesphere for her this one day's well traveled
journey must stay.
A burning desire will keep us both forever together...
Our twosomed love shall always adhere to each other's to never end
to the mistraveled land of 'Never Never'.
A dismal sadness shall enshroud me in it's darkened saddened
evil shroud...
Only if i allow it to become real will i fall defeated to it's ever darkened grey black
cloud.
This shan't never to happen...
Cannot ever to ever be allowed.
A heart fast love remains unchanged...
Forever held still as weighted as chained.
Sweet forgiveness of sweet one mine...
Hope to remain as yours-Sweet of thine.
Categories:
unplanned, love, wife, for her,
Form:
after years of working &
raising the kids, whom both adopted,
ended up with problems that came from
undisclosed heredity,
the two had put aside a
nest egg, as so many did
in their generation,
growing up with parents who
remembered the depression &
what it was like to have nothing---
hearing everyday that
“a penny saved is a penny earned,”
putting together a life for themselves
while taking care of their own parents
as they passed on
as people do, as we all will,
they thought that when illness started to show its face
in the latter years
that retirement & more time spent
nurturing each other back to health,
would be the most appropriate way of doing things &
so it went---
mother was the first to walk into the hospital
to get cut up &
upon returning home,
father had to take care of her, full time,
so he retired early---
at this time,
the economy was said to be doing “well,”
and nothing was being said of the atrocities to come,
so father, always trying to be fiscally sound,
invested a good portion of their savings,
thinking that over time, it would multiply,
like the broker assured him &
the two would be able to stay retired,
living off what they had saved,
as had been planned---
but father was next into the light blue gown &
being told there was cancer growing inside him,
the worry shifted just as mother was getting better,
to the new horror---
& while the two worked on keeping each other
emotionally sane, while their own bodies started to
give up on them,
the meltdown came,
like a tropical storm of immeasurable proportion
sweeping in from some angle that couldn’t be detected
by any formerly successful means &
the unplanned agony began.
the money lost by others with whom a working couple
had put all their trust,
could never be regained &
their bodies now exhausted by a life of work,
recovering & enduring illness,
would have the most difficult time trying to make it again
in the 21st century work force---
so as the stress came on full
the strain joined in &
as the strain & stress pummeled them both,
all that was left was the re-mortgaging of their house,
the last thing they wanted to give up,
that very vital shelter over both of their heads,
now being hocked in the system’s pawn shop,
allowing them nothing to pass on to their children,
allowing them to never stop agonizing over each passing day
wondering just when the ball will completely drop.
Categories:
unplanned, life, care, care, life,
Form:
Free verse
O Summer soon will kiss the moon.
She wears a pure white eyelet skirt.
Carries little sandwiches, and lemonade.
Spreads her fare and there she flirts.
The blanket underneath her curves.
Its tartan splendor over the sand.
His ravenous hunger on her lips.
The swelling high tide unplanned.
Her daisy chain loosens from her neck.
Does he love her or love her not?
He charms as the Big Dipper hastens..
stars spin..and she forgets her last thought.
5/13/2019
Caren Krutsinger’s Summer Quatrain Poetry Contest
Categories:
unplanned, longing, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
the stars stun my cloudy eyes
they never looked so striking
a staircase to the unknown
unplanned destiny
©12022012
Categories:
unplanned, life, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
I have not been on a plane since 2019
That was some three months before COVID-19.
The 2019 trip was one of the worst of my flights.
However, although uncomfortable, it was planned.
But I prefer to tell you about our unplanned flight.
In 2016, my wife and I boldly decided to fly one way.
The flight back would be 'up for grabs'; go with the flow.
One way, Sacramento to Chicago by plane. Not a problem.
Chicago to Jackson, Ms. by train. Longer time. No problem.
One way ticket from Jackson back to Sacramento. Problem!
Our affordable and preferred carrier did not operate in Jackson.
So, we rented a car that turned out to be a truck and drove to Memphis.
Out of Memphis, we boarded our flight with three stops to Sacramento.
Are you tracking me so far? Can you see the 'venture flight' unfolding?
Jackson to Memphis by ground; Memphis to Houston; Houston to Portland;
Portland to Sacramento. Some 879 additional miles of unplanned
travel, but two senior citizens who boldly went with the flow were home at last.
071822PSCtest, Flight three Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke. 3P
Categories:
unplanned, adventure,
Form:
Verse
We met at Bervelino’s
On a Friday night,
Nothing was planned,
It was planned.
I said your hair was beautiful honeyed;
Asked for your digits,
You snapped no!
I lit a cigarette;
Your fingers rushed for your nose;
I am about to lose this gem
I feared; losses at love are mine
I soothed, closed the intent.
We headed for Holiday Inn,
Sat by the pool plush,
We could have dived in.
Later, we stole the whole club
That jazzy night
As we kissed as if there
Was no one else around
And we were seated
In a private sanctuary cave:
It was planned and matched in heaven:
That Friday night I met Celine, my angel.
Categories:
unplanned, kiss, love,
Form:
Alexandrine
He promised me heaven and earth
He showed me his incredible world
I was too young to believe in his tales
Fiction is bit much endearing he said.
I gave everything to him
Even the most precious thing
So we did make love each day
Till something finally happened…
I know it wasn’t part of the plan
He didn’t take is a real man
What will people say about me?
This is such a big responsibility.
So I’m going to face this alone
Let him know I can stand on my own
I know it will never be better
I’ll try to be the best mother.
Categories:
unplanned, mom, mother,
Form:
Free verse
an unplanned pathway
leading down to the water
creek flowing steady
roadway closed to cars
walkers move freely
Categories:
unplanned, allegory,
Form:
Tanka