Best Unpolished Poems
Contentment isn’t something found
in distant hills or future days.
It lives in small, unpolished things
the warmth of tea, a breath of wind,
the grace of choosing this is enough.
Many men today will walk away
from a plain rock that they may come across
but unlike most men, I know that there's beauty within
and will keep it while they suffer a loss.
A diamond to most is reason to brag and to boast
because it glitters and is lovely to see
but I'll tell you what, a diamond uncut
would be passed by most easily.
A woman to me, is like a diamond you see
men go for those that other men would like to meet
but many a guy will pass right by
a plain woman that is just as lovely and sweet.
I've found that a plain woman can truly love a man
so can an obese woman or what ever the case
if men were truly smart, they'd search a woman's heart
and not just look for a beautiful face.
The beauty that men see could lead to treachery
if true love is not involved
to find a good women men must look for love not lust
and truly love her, then their problems would be solved.
A plain woman you see has inner beauty
like a diamond that's trapped in a stone
however, many men hunt a shine or nice body design
wich is why many men are always alone.
Let's just face the facts, unless this is how she acts
there is no such thing as an ugly woman to me
men, we should not judge in haste we all have different taste
besides, ugliness is in the heart, not in what we see.
All that glitters is not gold so I've been told
therefore, I never judge a book by it's cover
a woman with no shine could still be made mine
and I wouldn't care how she looks to another.
Women likewise, pass up on good guys
for the handsomer men that they long to hold
but they should look twice for there are men just as nice
they are just harder to see, like burried gold.
All men and women out there should take heed and take care
of your love ones whether they are pretty to you or not
for there's plenty of others who'll see the beauty in your lovers
and will steal what you don't know you've got.
So when out on a date or seeking a mate
don't pass up the plain her or plain him
look well before you leap, for that rock you don't keep
could indeed be an unpolished gem.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
She runs with her sorrows and cools her forehead against a love that wont ever last. Her high-chilled windows are stained with lies she'll tell just to have her way. She pretends the hum of her engine is what makes her shake. The people in her life keep moving and she's left wonderin' how people manage to keep existing when she herself is so still.
There's no self preservation with her, it's cowardice and she'll convince herself it's not, but it's cowardice. She'll never ignore those sexual advances towards her from men who sit beside her.
Biting her nails with quickness, counting her dignity that she loss in her reflection, looking for herself in a face she doesn't recognize, and the men who sit across from her, she'll worry he'll hear her thoughts.
Tells herself, I'm waiting, but she isn't good with promises she's made and whispered words are just pressed into her palms that are open. I don't think she'll listen for me. She forgot, I'm the clanging sound of the wheels on the track, the screech of the breaks as she pulls into another man's station. She'll never listen for me because, well, I'm the hurricane that's bout to destroy her world. I'm the voices that fill her car with those vanilla noises with a missing filling.
She'll never listen for me. Tells herself constantly, I'm waiting, but does she know I've stopped waiting for her at the end of the line? I've stopped waiting for her train to pull into my station because when she's known in the dark, why wait for a train that never comes an wont ever stop when I'm not man?
Inner beauty is
An unpolished diamond
Sculpted by the vivencies
Molding a new you
Passing the tests life presents
Like fire forged metal
10-13-2015
if my tomorrow were to come
with unpolished skies
still my day would shine
amidst thoughts of you
in this breadth
of night's chill
i am wrapped
in the depths
of dreams
as they awaken
beneath the veils
of darkness
I like you all unpolished
the words around three a.m.
the rawest version of you
when your words are pounding hard
all chipped with rough broken phrases
the fortress crumbled slowly
softly your pain pricked my eyes.
High up, in her downy nest beside her, the drying eggshell rest,
Far away the warblers seek the worms. Far away looms the summer storms,
Like letters send news the newly born. The soldier happy midst nettle thorn,
Reads the letter from peaceful ways. Far from the clatter and din, close affray—
The thickets smeared in a brothers blood sworn to survive the war aflood;
Yet life renews in the quiet wood where sings a sparrow 'neath a leafy hood.
Where rain rivulets dripped from pouring skies, raining down like meteors upon the dragon flies,
The overlapping ringlets atop the welling mere, lessen as the skies grow ever clear,
Letting verging parents search for food, 'neath the fallen leaves and bramble-wood:
Will their eyes delight as home they alight? The stars shudder o’er war as envelopes night,
Silent the moon drifts upon the waving tide. Streaking silver light that truth divide.
What cause can make right the drear of war. The chick, her beak agape, wanting more—
The sparrow regurgitates from some endless core. The dying soldier promises his love evermore;
He clasp the letter, wishes things were better. Rolls peals of thunder from inclement weather—
The grove hides away father, mother, and child. The slake of war wanders forth ever wild.
Nature howls with thunder when she cries. War sees not her tearing eyes—