Best Unpromising Poems
Love without hope, is a rose without fragrance
Random musical notes, that have no cadence
An extinguished candle, by an unpromising wind
Where the heart panhandles, to a disheartening whim
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
unpromising, hope, love,
Form:
Rhyme
You cross my path
With your sweet, cautious words
H e s i t a n t
Unpromising
in every step
But your smile leaves me
breathless
Your touch
Whirlwinds me
Arrows my soul
Tears my heart open
Will a new light ever get in?
Categories:
unpromising, emotions, heart, love hurts,
Form:
Languor of the mind
I. My, my, My how times flies.
Another year has transpired.
Yet, a City has not been revitalized to the image once defined.
The crime rate has escalated since 1999.
Plus, the minds of the people negate refinement.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
An Inauspicious approach
II. I went to sleep on the couch.
When I woke up, I ask what time is it now.
It is the sleep I was in that contradicted the housework.
Where did all this paper come from on my bedroom floor?
Do you know the score?
Is this done by someone I know?
III. A penitent to view
They stood behind bars looking out.
They house was situated at the end of the block.
The sirens were blasting as loud as blow horns.
They laugh to themselves for this was a warning of life forthcoming.
Do you see what I see?
A City in shackles as mentally incarcerated human beings.
Do you hear what I hear?
A City is dying in iniquity.
Ensued precedent
IV. When I came in 1997, the City was in a hidden culture of turmoil.
Unpromising and ill-starred was the faces I saw in the crowd.
The laughter was twigged to their high-quality of life.
But oh, the City needed revitalizing.
The unemployment rate was at a national high.
The dilapidated housing condition was a true ghetto now.
Black bottom shined in that we had left that period of time.
Do you see what I see?
Destiny undefined.
Do you hear what I hear?
Humanity laughter lachrymose without a focal point for future growth.
Do you know the score?
Iniquity and transgression are entrenched.
Is this done by someone I know?
The miens are seen as a desolated City in a manifold.
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Written on December 27, 2015!
Categories:
unpromising, city, conflict, corruption, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
History has been made for the saddened days
Leaving no room for the crowd of joyous praise
It’s a tragedy that this wall came tumbling down
Now, they are like headless clowns with a frown
Stand tall now and get on the ball
You will not fall like the Berlin Wall
That wall got wrecked in a hurry…in a hurry…
It must have destroyed and gave many a injury
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Heard about the tragedy and chaos of it all
Makes me mad and sad as I walk this hall
Makes me think hope is little in these dark times
How many times do we have to put up with these crimes?
That strong Wall came tumbling down like the Wall of Jericho
It came down with many a mighty blow…what a shameful show
Stood so tall like a Knight in the night, shining bright with might
Delight will rise after the anguish of all will fall with a fall so contrite
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Heard about the innocent people dying, trying to get out of East Germany
Echoing their shouts, yearning about their long-loved, long-lost freedom
Wish I can mend their wounds and bring them back to life to set them free
They wanted it tremendously, can’t blame them…heard their attempts of running to safety, sounding like midnight drums…I hear their pleading hums…as the debris of the wall collapsed into the palm of oblivion that leaves our faith in humanity to useless crumbs
Prayers for the deaths of oh so many
Prayers for the restoration and plenty
Heard of the tragedy and it made me upset
Hope the men who started this attack feel regret
Heard about the Berlin Wall
It made a rather horrid fall
It stood so tall in victory's palm
Everyone here is far from calm...
Their destructive, avarice ways
Will lead them awfully astray
Well, these unpromising days
Has hardly anything better to say
Categories:
unpromising, emotions, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Feed me, Free me.
Free my heart and body.
Unbind me from this phase of blues
and unpromising associations.
Separate me from mornings of base
talk and dusk of drunk peers.
Annihilate my tolerance for mediocre
and bogus surroundings.
Feed my soul and thoughts.
Set me at the table of the wise and
deep ones,
pump me with the will and vigour to
relate.
Carry me to terrains where like minds
dwell.
'I'm ready', i scream
'a little more time', he says..
I wait and yearn.
Categories:
unpromising, angst, faith, hope, me,
Form:
Free verse
“Dwellers of the Ancients, is all be seeking The Fallen atop?
Well… be advised and turn back for to entertain he will not
It's been far too long since mortals have come before our sight
And above all, the coming of mortals is often the coming of blight
Yet, curious I am to see what wisdom does all sow to seek?
And mind me, is the outskirts to be still as unpromising and bleak?
Wait a leafy fall! Is that what I think the Amulet is what it is?
Is that really what I dare think to think what I really think IS?
And… The Sword of Sin, and The Bow of Azure and… and!
Oh my one and holy creator of trees and woods, the all-seer blends
I, Twit of the Sylvans have actually stumbled upon The Champions of Light
Me, the cleverest of all, the mightiest of both twilight and night!
The one who oversees and overrules the over-leaves and overall
The most knowledgeable, the most erudite and despite some say The MOST TALL…!
So, I’m Twit in my most humble nature to see to your needs
Your demands will Twit without question have them meet!
What’s it like being a Champion, The Knight of the Word?
Is the Mistress of The Word really ever once a berserker as of rumours heard?
Can the Mistress really heal with her bequeath powers? Though she
don’t look too well now!
Where is her overseer? The white owl that flies alongside around!
And The Defier, the one born just right after you died, remember?
You know, The Askance who ensave The Mistress from whence a berserker?
And of course, the Befallen Angel of Dreams who sacrifice for love
The one who now dwells in awaiting for you to return to serve?
What happened? After you died I mean... pardon Twit who say…
Where have you disappeared to all those time and to than return this day?
Its been more than a hundred years if my intelligent mind can remember precisely
And all this time to only be indulged in my duty given periods indefinitely
Pardon my nature Knight of The Word, have Twit asked much?
How would you like a Sylvan alongside to uplift as such?
Twit can serve in knowledge and in spirit despite being small
And in addition, Twit can assure all be welcomed into the Fallen’s ascendancy hall
So what do you say, Twit be one to join your quest in judiciary?
Indeed, yes?... yes it is… will you excuse me a peck and Twit be back in a jiffy”
Categories:
unpromising, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
You give me that unpromising smile
I hear your murmurs and cries
Please stay awhile…stay awhile…
You’re a lovely child in my eyes
Angels do fly
Like eagles in the free-spirited sky
Darling, don’t worry –
Don’t be afraid of the currents of the wind
Baby, I’ll carry your load –
Release your happiness
Promise me you’ll be like this
As long as we both depend on each other
I won’t deny that I think fondly of you
Oh, and I don’t know the reason why
We fly so high
In the aqua-blue sky
You give me that grumpy frown
And it signals something’s wrong
I give in to gravity – we’re spiraling down
Spiraling down…and you’re wearing a woeful gown
You’re everything I love
You are the miracles that sprinkle from up above
Angels do fly
Like eagles in the free-spirited sky
Darling, don’t rush things through –
I’ll swallow my pride…
There’s nothing to hide
There’s nothing to hide
Don’t be afraid of the currents of the wind
Baby, I’ll carry your load and I’ll be by your side–
Release your cheerfulness every single day
Promise me you’ll be remain this way
As long as we both depend on each other
I won’t deny that I think highly of you, my darling angel
Oh, and I don’t know the reason why
We fly so high
In the aqua-blue sky
Promise me one last time
That you will be brave
And grow like a tree flourishingly
You didn’t lose hope and you held on to the rope
With a good grip
You’re a strong child
You made my heart dance to your priceless tune
I feel so soft and distasteful like a prune
We will hold each other tight soon
Before the afternoon…
While you took wing,
I watched you soar away…foolishly
I won’t bid
You a farewell!
Where does your heart dwell?
Categories:
unpromising, adventure, beautiful, beauty, courage,
Form:
Lyric
you perm and prime you shun;
You polish up your own stone;
You talk trash and jive;
You shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually promise me;
Heller Shelter relish tones;
Cut my landline telephone;
Imprison me where you say I belong;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
And just what is a JUKE JOint?
Fancy dancer, Chicago headliner;
Broken deflated football from Lincoln/Omaha Nebraska;
What is thing call "the CORN HUSKERS"
By chance the populace can remember
Bob Gibson, Robert Boozer who...
Maybe Gabriel Union who...
And just where is this place
What is this space that home to about 400 million
From the hood I understood, from Tech High I held my pride;
In the ghetto was that fellow teachers said He ain't gonna amount to nothing
1970's Black power you perm and prime you shun;
In the ghetto inner city polish up your stone;
Speaking Swahili you talkN trash and jive;
Politically correct master target you shine of uncertainty;
While yet you continually unpromising me;
Heller Shelter relish tones, still haten Deacon Jones?;
Cut my landline telephone on Facebook unfriend me;
Imprison me with closed eyes and mediocrity
Where do you say I belong, not here son...
git on, get gone;
give me plenty of accreditation;
Concrete placement prevarication;
Who is my judge, where is my jury;
Placement on "HOLD" it's my mister-minor, huh!!
What is this a joke,
Your life's been revoked,
Even Lucifer wants you gone
Too much heat for him, ha ha!!
Chicago's the best...
Nebraska (what) is next...
So stop playing over and over again
Curtis Mayfield and pull on the WINANS
yet I still feel even in trouble times then the best decade was the 1970's
A BROTHERLY LOVE VERSE TO MY BROTHER Freddie Robinson Jr. a brotherly dedication
8/16/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
unpromising, analogy, appreciation, brother, cheer
Form:
Free verse
I am hollow, I exist,
The train that no one missed -
Or wanted to catch anyway.
I am here, I am alive,
Seeking any joy I can derive
From another unpromising day.
I stay and I remain,
Life in the slow lane
As time drives away,
A hit and run, don’t look back,
Keep your eyes to the tarmac
And hope and wish and pray
For better, always better,
A bottle holds a letter,
A message gone astray;
No one listens because no one hears,
The world folds in and disappears,
As you return to earth, to clay.
Categories:
unpromising, hope, time,
Form:
Verse
I close my eyes for a while, just a while
And I see a familiar darkness I recognize
Astonishingly, comfort was found somehow
A tranquility I’m always in welcome to reprise
Images in random united within
Moving in with memories, moving out with tears
Whether the real world, or a dream to have been
Lived were all remembered and forgotten in years
Decidedly, a tune replayed in mind
A tune… for myself and a someone who knows
And as before, time has left me behind
Is there once a me, you remember to have enfold
Then, came future to foresee
Imaginable moments, unpromising and bleak
Either achievable or unavoidable to be
The unforeseen isn’t in justification to seek
And I open my eyes after that while
The other side of darkness I’m unable to recognize
Unfortunately, of comfort I’m aware of somehow
Yet, this instance I’m in regret to reprise
Categories:
unpromising, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Gradma singing her passionate Neapolitan songs
from a balcony adorned with scarlet roses...her deep voice
not a soprano's, but delightful and expressed in humaneness;
her long golden hair brushed by the summer's aromatic breeze,
to spark a new passion in her lively blue eyes!
And has she ever told anyone about
carrying along that secret?
When grandpa left Italy, in clandestine disguise,
for a long, hopeful jeouney to America in the late thirties,
grandma sacrificed and suffered much; and when the Nazis
invaded the peaceful town of Baiano,
grandma made trips to the small mill in Arciano,
to grind grain and make her delicious bread:
encountering many dangers and fears ahead...
making her the heroine History won't recognize!
Have the historians overlooked her incredible courage,
and let her carry along that secret?
Women and young ladies, including grandma, adored
the handsome and fearless man Mussolini,
who resuscitated the old concept of the Roman Empire with evil ways...
manipulating the puppet' hands of the loyal Fascisti;
woe to me, if I had lived and rebelled in those dreadful days:
I would have been imprisoned and possibly been killed!
Out of grief and anger, I speak against
every injustice and not carry along that secret!
My uncle, Stefano, was taken to England by the British
as a prisoner of war...a coerced man so torn;
and Emma a kind-hearted English woman ,
and a lovely nurse with an impeccable humanity,
visited him often and brought him a home-cooked dish;
someting wonderful could have bloomed between them...
but all records and details have been lost instead,
and mine rely entirely on faded pictured filled with memory!
What unthinkable steps, the dictators of this earth take, to gain
their day in an unpromising sun: suddenly power and pride...gone;
Hitler's land devastated by the armies of justice...
with no shot-down bodies falling into self-dug ditches!
Powerful people could have prevented this inhumane slaughter with haste,
but silently watched them die... carrying along that secret!
Categories:
unpromising, history, lost love, passion,
Form:
Ballad
Hope
like an old sick-dying man
who
hopes to get well and return to strength
hope
like a pregnant woman
whose
9 months is over but still no labor
hope
like a farmer
who
has planted seeds in a dry-unpromising land
hope
like an unmarried-single woman
who
hopes for a wonderful wedding day
hope
for hope is indeed dope.
Drencho POET Loads
Categories:
unpromising, hope,
Form:
Narrative
A journey taken again
Hello ,he dropped a message in my inbox
After a year's silence
He maintained flowing through eons of loneliness
He weaved a yarn with my tears and pain
Feelings he left behind
Going on his way
I picked on my palms
And they morphed to poems new
Forcing me to ramble against time
Where the empty boughs of damsel lane
Stared at my storm struck face
Golden clouds that once showered love
Turned ebon with onset of twilight's call
My dreams nest I saw
Lying littered with twigs
Stuck to thorny bushes of realities
The depths of unpromising silence
Holding wishes unspoken
And then my heart started looking
For that I had never known
A desire floats to hit against the wall
That seems familiar in the strange world
Just then the mute clock chimed
As basket of lost moments have forever withered
To spread in thousand miles as flown away dandelion
17/01/2019
Categories:
unpromising, 6th grade, anxiety, how
Form:
Free verse
SKETCHING
taste
for
a revelation
present
or past
tradition
tinged
with change
capture
the living
everywhere
in
a
masterly
style
of
an
unpromising
outlook
by intuition
ever
persist
be
encouraged
&
never
remote
of
the
ever
changing
tastes
of
the
enigmatic
&
immune
in
a
sphere
spinning
away
from
the
contrast
of
light
conceptualising
the
moment
of
today
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Po
Categories:
unpromising, poetry,
Form:
Other
The lady who serves counter
at the bodega knows my weakness for dry sherry,
a wordless gentleness between knowing smiles.
There is this connective tissue,
of an inappropriate and unpromising kind
that tentatively links to a reckless longing
not just for dry sherry,
but to a secret accomplice
who serves counter at the bodega.
Categories:
unpromising, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse