Best Unpretentious Poems
Proverb 12:25 "Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up."
a stray lost
in her thoughts
i saw her
sitting there
nursing a frown
so i
reached out
compelled
to offer
a warm hello
no reason
no motive
simple
unadorned
unpretentious
the smile
on her face~
it startled me
made me forget
my troubles
suddenly
all seemed
so insignificant
it was a smile~
that changed
in one instant
the color
of my sky
AP: Honorable Mention 2020. Honorable Mention 2021
POTD November 15, 2019
posted on November 13, 2019
Categories:
unpretentious, cheer up, lonely, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Be it evidence consequence or coincidence
Every night as I succumb to somnolence
Heavenly smoke rings of frankincense
Rise upwards with sweet opulence
Dulcet dreams inevitably commence
Without fanfare hype or pretense
While sweet loving arms of providence
Wrap around me a shroud of benevolence
Under a scented canopy of impermanence
Ablaze with the aura of glowing confidence
Revealing universal secrets of magnificence
I humbly bow in unpretentious reverence
Adrift in solitude so many nights hence
I reminisce of nostalgia in the past tense
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on June 6, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE (3) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Originally posted on March 6, 2019
Categories:
unpretentious, dream, fantasy, night, sleep,
Form:
Monorhyme
When the orange edge of the sun rises
above silver tint hues of an endless horizon
I sway with silent elegance in the meadow of your heart
You 'd pick up all scattered petals from dusty pages of the past.
And there you find my concealed love...
It is then when you recall untainted colours of the promise
forgotten truths and everlasting us.
It is there where you blow softly your Spring breezes
in gardens of fragrant nights
So that in a tomorrow,this unpretentious margarita
would waft its aromatic scent
once more in those amorous deep-set eyes.
Slowly It falls untamed,innocent,and pure, like a child's dream
in the tight-pull of your never-leaving arms.
Categories:
unpretentious, beautiful, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I held the calligraphy brush and
Practiced the movement for hours and hours
Somewhere betwixt art and dance
It was meant to look as effortless as a breath
Simplicity at its core
At first glance you recognize
A tall wispy tree on a little island
Surrounded by a flowing current
That’s when I tell you that my avatar
Is the calligraphy symbol for ‘play’
Not only do I love the fact
That it is crisp black on white
But the symbolism is multi-faceted
Several correlations come to mind
Play and nature are preeminent and dynamic
Unpretentious is the notion of freedom and grace
Creativity’s natural interaction with the universe
Welcome to my avatar its play that I embrace
AP: 3rd place 2020, 3rd place 2021
Submitted on January 20, 2019 for contest WHO IS THE STAR IN YOUR AVATAR sponsored by MARK MASSEY - CONTEST CANCELLED
Categories:
unpretentious, creation, freedom, identity, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
S imple delight!
T asty, smooth and luxurious
R ipened red berries, bursting with flavor
A lways appetizing, a taste bud teaser
W ild or store-bought, berries fresh, tart!
B eyond dreamy, out of this world
E legant or informal setting, a hit every time
R ich creamy flavor, healthy too!
R eady in seconds can be served any time
I ce cold, is the only way to go
E nticing, nutritious, every body friendly
S econd helping, your choice, can be just fine!
A t the peak of spring into summer
N o doubt perfect in all seasons
D own right unpretentious, very inviting!
C reamy soft, silky, almost sinful
R olling across your tongue
E ach spoon followed by another
A mazing, cool sweet, summer desert
M outh-watering, Strawberries and Cream!
Categories:
unpretentious, food
Form:
Acrostic
Falling in love is easy or so I've heard it said
Don't know up from down, it's crazy in your head
All you need is vision of this sexy charming face
Your heart then disappears, leaves without a trace.
Oh crap why can't I fall in love like other women do?
Why can't I find the right guy who'll help me see this through?
Hell, all I want is happiness and then be drama free!
Something sure is lacking, deep down inside my me!
Clinging vines are not my style no pretense of any kind
Not impressed with the many who are standing in my line
None of them attract me with the physical attribute
Big muscle, slick hair, well I don't think that's cute!
I want a guy whose smart and likes to talk to me
Who makes me laugh is unpretentious....Seriously
Who can answer all my questions, never hesitate
I believe he's "out there," I think his name is Fate
But most of all I want him to put his foot down hard
not let me get away with a single inch nor yard
Where's the brain I'm looking for ? Tell me do you know?
Cause he better run like hell , it's time to start the show!
Categories:
unpretentious, adventure, , cute,
Form:
Rhyme
weed on grassy slope
so unpretentious in look~
with blooms, a marvel
from derelict turf
fair blossoms shyly peek out
something amazing~
beauty springs from hidden coves
giving sweet surprise to all
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Categories:
unpretentious, 7th grade, analogy, flower,
Form:
Other
Ruffling gold blooms and leaves, hue dimmed by time
A gilded frame holding a slice of life’s history
I’m drawn into the younger man, the vision sublime
Sailing stolidly upstream towards his destiny
A castle in the sky, all ether and phantasm
Drawing him nigh with its ivory flirtation
The possible reap of his boundless enthusiasm
Limited only by blossoming imagination
As he departs, I do wish to share my blessing of age
Hard-won patience and placid perspective
If only to inform him, to act as his sage…
But would it deter him from his futile objective?
A glance as he navigates, back to the angel he calls
Warm reassurance for his doubting mind
Far behind the angel, a modest castle's solid walls
Little does he know, the home he will find
Vainglorious dreams bathe in youthful euphoria
With volcanic demands upon fate and destiny
Unpretentious walls’ comfort to replace phantasmagoria
Brash strivings supplanted by consistent humility
I envy him not, his naive, headstrong trouble
Through pitched battles, my dream castle faded away
So lovely, yet impossible to heal the burst bubble
Such ethereal visions life's truth did betray
5/9/16
For Contest:Within a Gilded Frame
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Inspired by "The Voyage of Life--Youth" One of a series by Thomas Cole.
Categories:
unpretentious, art, journey, youth, perspective,
Form:
Quatrain
A really a lovely way to celebrate, the Most
Dear one’s birthday, in a high-tech mode, sure
Thanks to the modern technology in IT field
That enabled all of us to participate, joyously.
It is no ordinary persons’ birthday indeed!
But of a very unassuming and a gentle soul
Which, is the very embodiment of sincerity
And whose only concern is welfare of all.
She is very tough but I wrongly describe her
For we are yet to see a more kinder spirit
In human shape except for saintly people
She is the crest-jewel of our family legacy.
Simple to the core with absolutely no airs
Always concerned with the plight of poor
A hand that is generous to the fault, with
A heart, that abounds in care and virtue.
Such is the persona of our niece, dear to us
Not a word I write here is an overstatement
But an unpretentious outpouring of our heart
That ever beats for our niece; Aruna the dear.
Categories:
unpretentious, birthday,
Form:
Free verse
While closing my eyes, I return once again
to an image that nestles at the foot of the mountains
Snow crowns San Jacinto as it shadows the valley
I am there as a child in the house with white shutters
Red brick and mortar, and siding like butter
A southern front porch, is facing the hills
There are tall amber trees, and a stream, I recall,
somewhere that wanders, like a dream to remember
Bits and pieces are kept in a keepsake I've held
They filter on down to shelter me now,....
To wrap me in comfort, when I dwell in the dark
grieving for loved ones, who were there at the start.
When the chill of the winter, or those sleepless nights, tossing,
fills me with losses, that shadow the moon...
I'll see grassy knolls, and bright alfalfa acres,
A house and a barn framed with painted white fences
The house unpretentious, where yards need attention
Mist skimming the water, ducks swim in the pond
A small corral… my Dad, dressed in Levi's…
and a pitchfork, in hand, holds sweet golden hay
A barn, and twin stalls, a red chicken house,
a clothes line, where white sheets are bleached by the sun
The house is alive, morning bacon is frying,
Mom is listening while cooking, to a radio show
Clattering of dishes, and the chattering soap stars
fills the kitchen with sunshine, like a breath of fresh air
Warm are the colors, resembling butter
Wallpaper borders in bright, happy yellow.
There are echoes I hear, of a house in the night,
Comforting sounds of a room in the dark
My cat nestled close, at the foot of my bed
where I'm wrapped in the memory of that place where I lived
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9/16/15
Categories:
unpretentious, child, childhood, home, house,
Form:
Free verse
an earlier draft of this barely satisfactory missive ex post facto, i chomped asper with upper dentures upon evincing a couple of typographical errors, in up rye or draft, and did not wanna dodge being a spell bound stickler for typing words correctly.
though no obligation to trot out this fixation sans zero misspelling tolerance, a compulsion with any concomitant obsession found me reposting before a repast of dessert - so there Ghost of Marie Antoinette, wherever you might be hiding - i can have my cake and eat it too!
Minus trimmings and over stuffed ego freezers,
but altruism, civility, Dharma bum ethnocentrism,
gratuitous homogeneous internationalism,
karma mosaic opportunism, quitessential righteousness,
unpretentious vivacious wide world yipping,
brouhaha dutifully emphasizing friendliness,
antithetically booing critical, popularly pugnacious
spoiled trump petting uber western yikyak,
zealous antipathy craving everything.
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a hypothetical, mental, rhetorical thought question
occurred to me just moments ago
sans, milk of human kindness bubbles frothily
upon major American holiday,
whereat figurative bro
thar and sisters exhibit philanthropic
good-samaritan charitable ambitions
especially, towards indigent that crow
for bare necessities
other than
when Thanksgiving rolls around, and dough
nuts to dollars even most frugal misanthropes
play feigned charitable card egoistically glow
with ambient benevolence, civility,
diligent energy, and friendly hello
and sundry pleasant greetings
hook hood be some
soon tubby rich entrepreneurial stranger
ready to make shares available vis a vis IPO
Categories:
unpretentious, culture, food, house, joy,
Form:
Epic
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
Categories:
unpretentious, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
A helping hand,
To the emancipated,
To the hated,
To the poor,
To the sick,
To the unfortunates,
To the downtrodden,
To the orphans,
To the widows,
To the disabled,
To the crumbled
To the oppressive and confounded.
The help you rendered,
The comfort and feelings you blended,
The sympathy for the destitute,
The care and concern to the wounded
as healing substitutes.
The honour, the love. the affection, the blessings
that were showered on you,
Are just too less in these words to describe you.
The unpretentious life you led,
The hapless and the hopeless with whom you dealt,
Honest, selfless service was your mission
A countless times I bow down before you, oh mother!
Categories:
unpretentious, dedication
Form:
Free verse
I weaved us together by day
In my lonely room, marveled
At your features, your Pa's sole present,
Memorized the curve of tulips,
Unraveled your bold walk
Having accepted the unfamiliar,
I kept watch
For proof of our union.
Today I exhale as I view
Your perfect face, straight
Unpretentious; your sharpness
Moves me--that fingerprint
Only a parent can read.
I ease now beside you, grateful
And patient, to dip us,
With even breath
In time's clear ink.
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(Inspired by: Alison Kolodinsky's "Adoption"
Categories:
unpretentious, baby, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Bio
The goal of life is rapture. Art is the way we experience it.
Joseph Campbell
A calm, unpretentious, breathtaking connection,
A hypnotic glimpse of Zen-alike delightful flection.
Spirit healing serenade into the borderline,
A serenity of a viable pond is lost in perfection.
The laconic calmness that is invoked and divine.
A magic soul, soaring in sync with heaven's shine,
untying of mind and soul from bowing emptiness.
A sigh of solace is followed by another whine.
Achieving inner peace and tackling stealthiness.
Silky ripples, awash in tranquility and richness,
Innate calm is layered with rustical sylvan charm.
Embraced by the arms of unwavering prettiness,
Words began to ooze from the scarlet smarm.
This work was iconic; I've never seen a palm.
She moved ecstatically; she had no tale to tell.
Defeating demons and surviving a swarm
Dance, dance akin to a child before he fell.
Lose your inhibitions below orbs and spell
In the glow of affection, dance to the glee.
Dance, dance, as a baby learns to quell
Dance is a trick to happiness and ecstasy.
Dance is the dialect of a huge banshee.
Dance is a specific way to discover your mood.
Dancing before a kid is dangling on his knee.
Written: April 02, 2023
1st place contest winner
Writing Challenge - 'R' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
unpretentious, analogy, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Rubaiyat