Best Unread Poems
a poem read, sparkling bright, forgotten it dims in a pocket of night
Why is the middle where I put a book down?
My anticipation dies at that half-read interlude.
I lack the discipline that keeps me inbound.
A famous author's endings should be praised, and not eschewed.
Is a poet still a poet
if his work should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?
Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?
Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?
Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?
A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he said
Obscure poems that stay unread
Words that’re spun in a poet’s head
Never been seen floating away
Seeking poetic light of day.
Words akin to the tumbling rain
Surge in, reciting sweet refrain
Whence the night is dark and timeless
In an abiding quietness.
Poems no one has ever heard
The solitude of silent words
Whispers journeying off somewhere
Celestial as silent prayer.
As stars saturate sky at night
Moon glowing for earthlings delight
Scene set for poetic release
In dreamland playing hide-and-seek.
Don't worry now about past tense,
It's gone, passe'~ no longer hence.
Forget all those words left unsaid,
moments still waiting, books unread.
The future will come, enticed or not
Enjoy the days time has brought.
I live in this cell with my self-hatred
How I was raised makes me feel so isolated
These are not my thoughts or feelings for that matter
But I still feel as if I’m an ugly house that will never flatter
Even if you were to fix me
I’d still have some screws loose
I’d rather you knock me down
And tighten up my noose
Because my personality is too obtuse….
For you to understand
Until then, I’ll wait in the gallows
Waving my right hand
Trying to find a way out
Because I can’t tie a noose like you can…
It’s depressing to think that I possess this body that I can’t stand
Everyone that I love and meet will never truly know who I am
Because the face that I show is a total scam
So, For the time being I’m stuck in this body
This mind...
This soul...
I’ll forever be tortured in this blood stained hell hole.
A Book Unread
By LeBron Keener
A pale yellow light, a page in an open book,
Awaiting its reader, alone on the bed,
Halfway read upon the fresh satin coverlet,
Newly found romance in the pages ahead
A romantic tale, cavalier and lady faire,
Safe in his caress, alone nevermore,
The book was laid down partially read,
Forgotten by the reader of yore
Ne’er read was the end, the book’s final words,
Of chivalry, prosperity and love,
The wind softly blows and turns pages unread,
Like invisible white satin gloves
Upon another time, its reader will return,
The rest of the story, to read whilst in bed,
But the page that they left got lost in the wind,
And the romance will never be read
The unread pages of my diary....
Distress & the misery....
Confined to only me...
Which no one else could see....
Makes me just half a man...
As helpless like an orphan!
Wounded words & woes of the heart...
& agonies that will never depart...
Hide in the pages within...
So that they are unread,unseen....
Ink mingled with tears
And,oft, some red appears...
Confined to this little book...
Which no one else will ever look!
Depressed verses...a pathetic version...
As though I am another person...
A person I couldn't recognize....
An icon of sorrow to be precise....
The unread pages of my diary...
The misery & the mystery...
Still surprises me with its grandeur....
Although I am the lone reader.....
Unread love poems
By
Jude Kyrie
Between the sun and moon
Were the poems that we shed
Words of love that fell as snowflakes
But were forever left unread
The night stars were ever crying
At the words we left unsaid
They poured stardust down like teardrops
At all the love we left unshed.
He can't see a bright lit end
to his long and rocky road,
Yet recalls the letters sent
in the chill of winter's cold.
Now is lost the promise lent
when the spirit had been sold,
And his heart was overspent
long before he had grown old.
She'd been cast upon the waves
at the mercy of the tide,
Thrown out like the ageing slaves
whom the righteous can't abide.
There are letters that she saves
for the thoughts that were implied,
All about the love she craves
though it’s always been denied.
Stars cross o'er a midnight sky
as two lovers fight for sleep,
Neither holds the tears they cry
in regards to what they keep.
Vows once thought now seem to fly
above valley walls so steep;
Beauty seen in passing by
is nothing more than skin-deep.
One thing stirs within the storm
and the conflicts of the heart:
Childhood years which lose their form
after being torn apart.
Dreams get lost deep in a swarm
that had been built from the start,
Nothing more rides with the norm
in an ageing, empty cart.
The bright lights can wait no more
as the words fade into greys,
Yesterday becomes folklore
in the memory that sways.
He's now locked behind a door,
left pining for his lost days;
Letters pile up on the floor
near the bed where she now lays.
Words unspoken, words unread!
Forgotten souls beneath the trees,
Entombed in mud and fallen leaves.
No more voices, no more pain,
Times of conflict gone again.
Soldiers left among the sands,
In fields and mountains of foreign lands.
Words unspoken, words unread,
Their authors left among the dead.
Men of courage, men of guile,
You lived your lives just a little while.
It's time to sleep and rest my friend,
Our gratitude will never end.
"REST IN PEACE"
I want to be brave
I can't trail on...when you're gone (2)
Why are you gone?
Hey, I can't save...you from the sorrow - I can save you from the grave
Do you want me to grieve for you?
I can't hold on...when I have no hope - we must wait till the dawn
Where are they going?
Where have they gone?
Why is this frustration growing? ooh...
Why’s the wind whispering in my ears?
How could I face my fears?
(ooh ooh)
Do you want to be brave?
Do I have the ability to be brave?
You’re fighting back the tears…
I’m bottling up the fears
Why?
Why do you want this love to end up in the grave?
You’re regretting everything…
Why are you hard on yourself?
I’m trying to forget that one thing…
Is it my fault your acting so strange?
Is it my fault that we have the problems spreading like cancer?
Is it Satan's fault?
(Oooh… oooh…)
I want to be happy
Why aren't you happy?
I can’t feel my feet…when I feel so incomplete… (2)
Why do I feel this horrid feeling?
Hey now – I can’t hold you all throughout the night…I can’t set you free
I have my insecurities…I sometimes hope you’re doing great…it’s a treat
To finally know where you’re going…
But I still store up unanswered questions
They pass my train of thought
And then I fight it all away, but all for naught
What's the meaning of life?
I don't have the answers...
Do I search for clues?
The wind leaves my heart to beat… it’s still blowing…
Why’s your voice ringing in my head?
How could I go to bed?
These questions
Are left on your desk like debt
Pay attention!!
Are you answering my questions yet?
You're reply is naught......................
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Where have you gone now?
My life is like an unread book;
Each day the story’s plot unfolds
While hinting what tomorrow holds.
Like “Peter Pan and Captain Hook”
Each new adventure on the way
Is written as I live each day.
I know the road the past once took
For I have read that part before,
But what comes next? Will there be more?
Today’s a menu I must cook!
The path the storyline will take
Is set by what I choose to bake.
Tomorrow? Turn the page and look!
I know each plot-line twist and trend
But don’t yet know how it will end.
My life is like an unread book
Like “Peter Pan and Captain Hook.”
I know the path the past once took.
Today’s a menu I must cook.
Tomorrow? Turn the page and look.
7/22/20
I lift and rise to being chased,
pops half-way, till full, beamed round-faced,
a fire host heightened its facade,
casting daylight shadows abroad.
Cool Earth plunged hot by its keeper,
heat courses like the Grim Reaper,
smiles at darkness to wait its turn,
up curve tidied, noon loses yearn.
Orange turns red, claws at purple,
white flagged as dusk makes a hurtle,
a gloaming rhythms the musing sphere,
like one tied to tracks, locked in fear.
Named twilight as some light appears,
though hour triggers those tryst affairs,
calm ruse warmth as limbs fuss about,
caught midnight streams like baited trout.
A night dips mid-Cherub's flirting,
their chariot horses fleeing,
while the golden sentinel rides,
as the solitaire lift comprised.
A new task surround, maneuvers,
seers illume become producers,
hail a whole new year of seasons,
first, until last, filled with reasons.
The lead round about the bodies,
as they spin on stage like follies,
glows revue as savory hams,
marooned its taste just like PB Jams.
Bittersweet, as they realigned,
lead pars best swept the rest, resigned,
equinox and solstice charted,
psyche chose, and rookies parted.
A decisive planet divides,
segregation always collides,
closets partitioned a household,
Edens knowledge, they were paroled.
As a classroom globe builds up dust,
while folks roam about, make a fuss,
intellect cleans a tarnished steel,
greens will entomb them 'ere they kneel.
We walk the same road every day
You walking one way and I another
We need rarely to ever speak when we pass
because we can read each other’s looks
What is never said speaks the loudest
We know what is there, and what is not
You poke at me and I play along
I get silent and make you wonder if I am mad
We play this wicked game but laugh under our breaths
But we do complement each other like the butterfly and flower
I have written these feelings down many times,
though, many times have I had to rewrite them.
I need not brag to any friends but keep quiet
about things that two hearts left unread.