Best Unpredictably Poems
Our Love Language
We have our own love language we both share
A squeeze of the hand, a half smile, a glance,
It’s the unspoken passion within our romance
Like lava beneath that may unpredictably flare.
That magnetic attraction that began from the start
It drew us together, though obstacles abounded,
Devotion grew fast but we kept ourselves grounded,
Then after two years you surrendered your heart.
When mates have lived together as long as we two
There is bound to be thunder and lightning born
With a flood of issues that pour heavy, storm torn,
Yet we wait out mal weather until skies are blue.
This promise I give you until one of us must leave
I will share in your happiness, be there in your sorrow
No matter what life dispenses in days of tomorrow,
Should I pass on first I don’t want you to grieve.
Death is but a station in a more peaceful dimension
I will wait for you there and I will watch over you,
Should you get there first please watch over me too
For our souls have no restraints upon our ascension.
8-21-19
~Second Place~
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Categories:
unpredictably, death, heaven, loss, love,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
Categories:
unpredictably, destiny, dream, passion, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Slicing the instinct
The arcane was torn, curses spit
Teardrop bated as the breath hunts
Wound wide open, the heart cries
The ripple of pain unable to stem
The cimmerian sigh loud and stay
Body falls along with the bridge of hope
Toying life unwillingly to be blamed
The chain of fate convoluted by mistakes
Incised by the foredoom of another story
Shouted a shout inevitable said
Reverses direction and unpredictably impaled
Breath blows the true bitterness
Jaded in each lamentation
Tired of every abnormalities which frequently ensue
Longing for the things which reasonably flows as it should
Life is about to choose
Though destiny had its own script
We have awarded a red carpet, but
Sorry if we still have to walk on the imperfections of life
Categories:
unpredictably, dark, life,
Form:
Free verse
Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting”
Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
I was not prepared for your precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love you was only obsessed with yourself and not my heart. When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and fuzzy when you are around.
Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’
Categories:
unpredictably, anger, loneliness, lonely, loss,
Form:
Narrative
Friends are treasures need not to be hunt
They come unpredictably just in front
Sent as blessings only for you
Sent from God to help you through
Priceless they are, no money can cost
Not like golds or diamonds, they can never be sold
Stolen like jewels, they can never be
For true friends stay with you eternally
Categories:
unpredictably, best friend, friend, friendship,
Form:
Lyric
Unwittingly, through our unsatisfying desire for more,
mankind has given birth to the Colossus.
Able to manifest, and combine the forces of nature,
striking unpredictably, anywhere, anytime across the globe,
not heeding boarders, nor mans defences.
As of now, the Colossus's ability for destructiveness is limited.
Yet still foolishly, blindly, nourishment for the beast is forthcoming,
poisons, pollutants, arrogantly pumped into the atmosphere.
So far as an infant, Colossus has only thrown tantrums.
But to continue, down this road we travel,
fearful we should be, of the day, the tethers break,
and all the matured rage, of the Colossus is unleashed.
© Alexis C Pond.
Categories:
unpredictably, environment, metaphor, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
What is it about love that makes us laugh unpredictably, cry uncontrollably and dance unendingly .
The happy times, they seem so far away..
but I know they were just yesterday..
Yesterday when I held your hand in mine
And felt your warm breath in my ear...
Where, tell me please...where and when did we leave there?
Too hard to let go
Too scared to make a change
But something had to give..
We were going to make or break
It was up to us to choose.
But what happens when its the latter you choose?
Where do the emotions go
where does love and memories hide
What does your mind and your heart do,
What do they do to get over you?
Getting back to loving me
But the thoughts of you, they linger sometimes
The words I never said
The things I hoped would grow
They all stir inside
Turning everything in my soul
Have we lost it forever
A faint past, only left for reminiscing.
Could it be that it is all lost forevermore
Never to be remembered and just left to be no more
Sometimes I think if it were meant to be
You would somehow, come along and find me
Tell me how much you love me,
Just like the hundred times before
But this time say it slowly
As I try to love you rightly
There is so much I couldn't see
So much I took for granted
So much selfishness, too much wanting to be
Not enough accepting as is and just allowing it all to be
I wanted you to be someone you weren't
and in some ways you expected the same from me
We were loving but changing
Caring, tearing and still surviving
Living with no air,
barely enough space to be fair
So lets be honest
I did things and you did things
Can we come clean?
Just make it so perhaps the slate can have a gleam
Say the things that you wanted to
And I'll say mine
Don't hold it back
There's no reason to lie
Honesty, Trust and Respect
You had it for all me
Or so you made it seem
but I lost it for you...
And couldn't bear to tell you so
Can it be recaptured, only time will tell..
My heart feels so twisted sometimes, is it because of your smile?
P.S. - On my mind
Categories:
unpredictably, beauty, best friend, boyfriend,
Form:
Rhyme
Unpredictably, unbelievably amazingly so
life throws up another avenue to follow
just when my feelings where all in check
you come along and they hit the deck
Fireworks and Sparklers all aglow
taking cover, need to go slow
I'm running into you and I can't stop
I'm so so dizzy like a spinning top
I wasn't looking, but I fell
into your web, under your spell
Smiles and laughter hooked me true
No more thoughts of feeling blue.
Anticipation of whats lies ahead
between the lines of whats unsaid
beginning of something sowed to reap
something that we both truly seek
Holding the cup, take a sip
taste the sweetness of friendship
lets make a toast so it may last
future happiness unsurpassed
You came into my life, and into my dreams
can this be as good, as good as it seems
come what may, and only heaven knows
what fate has in store for all our
tomorrows.
Categories:
unpredictably,
Form:
With shaking hand I write in dimmed light
Strings of words robust burst and slip from my pen
With a grave heart I write
With a frail heart I forgive
It mimicks the sound of life
Of love and such things
Such fragile things which tend to burn in the sunlight
Things that are made all the more deceiving
A heaviness that lasts
That sticks to the ribs and heart now heavy
That rewrites itself till mad
Drawing circles around itself till silly
It punctures and weens
By elastic grip it clings
Turning right what was once impossible, or so it seems
In again, gone till forgotten completely
I rise on unsteady feet
Overseeing all that lies around me in heaps
Careful now not to impose or create hostility
For the hand is sensitive and unreasoning
By strike of silent blow it extends
More willing than most and less willing to forgive
What's scribbled in haste and panic hard to comprehend
Yet to the hand it stands on its own merit
For hope it seeks-
In the words it creates
Like prayers from an incompetent though loving beast
In braille it signs all of its messages plain
For fear that I may shrink
Become pale in its presence
For its divine love I seek
None other than that which the hand so frivilously speaks
From sleep I awake
To pages filled and marked
Dressing myself in them
As if talismans or some form of holy art
To make me, to REmake and refashion me clean
But never doing away completey as so I'll not forget the beginning
With shaking hand I scribble unpredictably
Lacking grace and intelligence and formality
But this is all I know
This pen and its speech
What it feels and the depths from which the words come from
These words, unlike any man, now standing up for me.
Categories:
unpredictably, write, words, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Life's easy unpredictability
is what truly makes it tick,
the closest to being free!
Categories:
unpredictably, introspection, life
Form:
In confidence, at three-card Monte when I'd choose,
A complete mark, I found myself destined to lose.
Pulling rabbits out of hats I was just a twit;
As a rank amateur whose hand always got bit.
Many times, I stacked poker decks to force an Ace
But wound up, predictably, with red on my face.
Underneath shiny tin cups, I shuffled dry peas
But bumbled badly with high regularity.
"Predictable" my friends told me since I was ten
Because I lost so oft, even I said “Amen.”
Asked one time to saw a woman in half and then
To quickly put back her beauteous halves again.
Instead, I swept her up my arms, asking to wed;
Unpredictably, to me it was “yes,” she said.
12/04/2019
Categories:
unpredictably, beauty, humorous, magic, success,
Form:
Sonnet
I spent so long wondering what it would feel like to fall in love,
That when it happened and it felt nothing like I expected,
I shied away, convincing myself it wasn’t what I thought it was.
That you were the wrong man for me,
And I was the wrong woman for you.
I wrote stacks of pages about love,
And what it was to love,
Even though the feeling itself had never yet laid
Its holy hands upon my bare head.
I breathed prayer after wretched prayer
As I watched everyone around me
Tumble from the tops of cliffs only to be caught by water’s soft hands.
This double bed is just too big for me alone,
Though my duvet kept me warm as you should have done.
As I should have let you.
One time, when I was young, electricity sparked through the plug socket
In my bedroom wall. I saw the tiny blue forks of lightning, and watched as they
Latched upon the nearest piece of solid matter.
My fingers, damp from tears.
It was in that split second when the lightning coursed through my bloodstream,
When I felt its burn and did not recoil;
That was what I expected love to be.
Unpredictably haphazard in its wayward wanderings,
Striking all around with no apparent pattern or reasoning.
It wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t…
you and me…
we weren’t…
If only there were a word that described the noise
A sigh makes as it is ushered out of a throat.
We were divinity.
But we slipped through each other’s outstretched arms,
Fingers met fingers in the darkness,
Clutching madly before each slipped away
The way a drowning man falls beneath waves
When Life has passed his torch to the next soul
Lucky enough to bear its flame.
We tried too hard to hold on
When it was already too late.
Categories:
unpredictably, absence, break up, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey
Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries,
via GPS devices with weather proof inlay,
nor without the need to be caught unaware
fall out from skies foggy gray
regarding unexpected pellet size droppings
from reindeer unless docile
creatures made out of clay,
on second thought maybe,
I best remain indoors, sing alone in dolce
and secretly lay
in wait for fictitious busy
body, and yell "HAY,"
whose charitable larding
out gifts all the way
around the webbed wide world
purportedly all done for no pay,
gives me reason (with rhyme) to pause,
and be a bit suspicious eh,
cuz there must be some
legally tendered way
hmm...maybe exploitation or unfair
labor laws he doth not betray
heavy set fellow oft
times donning spectacles—tortoiseshell gray
cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers,
or skivvies flying over Bombay
wearing a red coat housing
undoubtedly sweating away
bullets with white fur collar,
now bulletproof in case
he gets trapped in an alleyway,
a red hat with white fur,
topped of with nosegay
and pistol tucked away
black leather belt and boots hide say
animal rights and sweat shop
protesters deem unethical today
so many trappings scream UPDATE
maybe there's apps that
zap from North Pole assay
ying at light speed into electronically
woven into trademark suits made in Uruguay
by natives originally from
Banda Aceh (pronounced as "H" "A")
to completing stitching outfits
in the event oven neigh
unexpected tsu nam may
as tends to happen unpredictably
this time of year wreaking havoc
leaving islanders homeless, dazed and astray.
Categories:
unpredictably, celebration, christmas, games, hair,
Form:
Political Verse
i am not an artist,
but i have a paintbrush
i am painting the beauty of your amazing figure while in complete disbelief
you see, at one time we hated each other with a passion
we would smile evilly at each other's pain
now here we are....naked and perfectly comfortable....never happier
how in the hell did we fall in love with each other
then again, when did i become a freak for longer than one and a quarter minutes
furthermore, when did we start coming close to even tolerating each other
whatever the answers are, somewhere along the way we stopped caring
it is two nights later, and we still are exploring the masterpiece of each other
here is the kicker, we wouldn't have it any other way
i guess that is why you are wearing my ring....and nothing else....
funny how life is and how God twists the plots unpredictably
Categories:
unpredictably, art, beautiful, blessing, god,
Form:
Free verse
How has it come?
There was youth,
then love-
a certained indefatigable spirit,
tending memories, coddling pasts;
those pasts, her.
Recalled experiences as exhilarating
as the finest spring breath;
he'd left it all to chance,
or specified women, and now
blindsided by loneliness
and loss,
waxing and waning unpredictably,
but mostly waning.
An ordinary mortal
leads an un-heroic life
until nothing remains inside.
No, tears are not just water.
Categories:
unpredictably, lost love,
Form:
Free verse