Best Unrealised Poems
...oooOOO Tears of Gold OOOooo...
Prickling hot glistening tears from the eyes above
Fall in little rivulets round the nose out of pain, thoughts or love
Hot tears roll down the cheeks cooling as they fall
Salty on the lips they pass they don’t stall.
Tears of pain, tears for the dead, tears for the dying
Tears for the newborns the weddings and tears for the sighing.
Tears that roll onto the bared chest with arms open wide
Giving comfort and strength as they try to stem the tide
Tears for the fears unrealised but real
Tears for those lost or that’s how they feel
Tears that flow for those we have not met
They need our tears but they will not know it and yet
They may feel our tears shed for them all
Tears shed out of pity or love they can fall
Tears for the free who think they are not worth it
Tears for the captives that do not deserve it
My tears are falling without knowing why
But the tears that are golden never run dry
They run for the love of all human kind
Wishing and hoping the deserving will find
Some one to bare their chest for them all
And comfort them as their own tears do fall.
Categories:
unrealised, fear, friendship, hope, life,
Form:
Light Verse
‘When only the satellites are spared in the distance
And the mother ship has lost her spin around the axis
When our last personal effects are launched in a capsule,
And we’re all gone, is there proof that we had a soul?’
My wings span Armageddon’s aftermath
Feet far removed from the scotching earth
Fluffed pillows suffocate my insomnia
I levitate on a bed of euphoria
‘I’m a warrior
I’m a survivor’
Gifted tongues for fangs
We bridge turbulent waters
Gifted hands instead of claws
We reap what we sow
I stencil my thoughts on the fabric of time
And flap my wings to all forms of freedom
I know my presence is a gift
And to deny others of me is theft
My palms bare blisters from the grasping of endless doors
They bleed from the endless digging of granite floors
I stare high at the bar of unrealised dreams within
And summon the valour to face (my worst nightmares) the griffin
Gifted talents instead of talons
We sore to greater heights
Gifted honour instead of bloodlust
We embrace all that is new and different
Gifted vision instead of eagle eyes
We envisage a brighter ever after
Wing tips tingling in the winds of change
I fly beyond to define a new age (a new world)
I fall to the warm embrace of novelty
Newton never invented gravity
Gifted hope instead of ropes
We are the emancipated hope(s)
Gifted longevity instead of nine lives
We appreciate what we’ve been gifted evermore
'May the soul never die'
Categories:
unrealised, courage, earth, voyage,
Form:
Epic
"The Chain Letters Road Trip"
Freedom Fall 8
removed
her Ray Bans
The Light
was blinding
on the other side
dark tunnels
lead to highways
unrealised
goin’ gangsta
driven
to distraction
hell bent along the
Road to the Lotus Eaters
at Loon Junction
chain letters
flying in the breeze
let loose
out the driver’s side
window,
to the past
like bugs
sticking
to other’s windshields
behind the wheel
terror forming
smiles
one hand steering
the other
retrieves
her android,
voice
activating
Mojo
dials
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger” / Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/z3IGoniElrE
"The Dilettante Diaries: Goin' Gangsta on the Road to The Lotus Eaters at Loon Junction"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_dilettante_diaries_goin_gangsta_on_the_road_to_the_lotus_eaters_at_loon_junction_1059240
Categories:
unrealised, muse, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
You gaze in wonder, at books of the library of thoughts,
With trepidation, of likes and loathes, to feed the minds’ draught,
An index, a reference section, never ever found,
Even in the hypnotic silence of the musky surrounds,
Your heart in shambles, realise it is unpaired,
Seeking for a rational index of souls to share,
Your perseverance was destined to no ones’ gain,
Up until you were hit by the drop of a rain,
Unrealised you posture, to the form of a mime,
Amidst the section of poetry’s’, endless rhyme,
With a mind bound, trained to build with bricks,
Imaginative poems was to provide your kicks,
Yet today you stand alone, in the surrounds of books,
Searching for your souls passion, in corners and nooks,
You are lucky, to be enabled, to function with hands,
Although in trance of stupor, by a psychotic mind-band,
As the chaotic lights, gleam, whizz, and pass you by,
You miss the expectant twinkle in the strangers’ eye,
Instead all that glare back, are books at hand,
Lost in your mind, without, an index band;
Categories:
unrealised, analogy, confusion, deep, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Rationalisation of Explanation
Do not question
The almighty plan
For such are the reprisals of fear
That turn blind despair into adulation
The evident proof
Existent in raped women and children
Irrefutable in famished stomachs
Undisguised in all the suffering
Hangs stark and uncompromising
Humanity through centuries of historical brutality
Has treated us with its incontinent blood
And defiled every precept of love
“Nothing” has come to save us.
But still we cling
Desperate in our own life times
For some semblance of a reason
Prepared to receive the miracle
Which never comes
One day they say
Is one thousand years in the mind of God
And so
All these prayers will never be answered
Not until the human voice
For a millennia has repeated a single word
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called “Human”
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happy
We pass unrealised in all our potential
Having lived our lives in suffering
Nailed up and stripped to idiot faith
In some bland concept of Gods fathers day
Turns every apparent truth
Into the conceivable lies of fools
Explain if you would
The torment
Rationalise by some beliefs excuse of a plan
How God allows this to happen
Faith is a mockery
Which does not accept responsibility
and allows us to close our eyes
And continue to live in luxury
And while mankind persists in its idolatry of God
And passes the buck
To some unknown biblical saviour
Some Messiah who will receive all our sin
Half the world continues starving
Raping, warring, murdering, thirsting
Dieing of curable diseases
Judged by their colour
Living in hovels on rubbish tips
Pogroms of sectarian violence
Racial cleansing
Oil pipelines
And nationalistic patriotic flag waving
God
It is an existence of shame in heaven
That such cruelty
Does not comprehend
This state of being called Human
Of one life times capacity to be
So free and so very happily
Exultant
Categories:
unrealised, lifelife, life,
Form:
Free verse
The hints of a halting journey lurked,
The withering tree was dying within...
Every passing breeze had its spirits siphoned
Stood massive with its monarchal gait,
For decades it served the passers-by
But who could escape the clutches of fate??
When hope to survive slowly dimmed
It thought of that single bud yet to bloom
Wilting at the roots, its grip had failed
That last single unopened bud soft and blue
So curious to bloom and witness the world...
A long life's journey yet to tread, in store
A melancholy stirred this gigantic tree
Intuition had made its call, it was sure to die
Dripping dew failed to mask its tears n' let all to see
Our life 's like this withered tree, birth n' death inevitable
The buds are symbols of unrealised dreams,
wanting to nurture and act upon to make them possible
Just like this tree's struggle to save the bud till it rolls as corpse
We need to nurture our dreams like this tree n' pearl - oyster
Bud into flower n' pearls as they mature ,serve several purpose
Similarly our dreams be filled with causes useful n' better!
Categories:
unrealised, dream, flower, life,
Form:
Free verse
I'm a very impatient guy
I'm squeezing this little ball
It really makes me mad
My middle name is period, last name T
I'm a full-time bodyguard
Secretarial work is out
I look from this to the potential
Inventory of unrealised dreams
Intelligent mining
Intelligent transportation
The energy internet
Flexible electronics
Intelligent vehicle technology
Classical music with Johnny Greenwood
Canadian studies
Ric Flair's biography
We watch the international football
My Chinese brother-in-law
Gets excited when England's opposition
Have a chance to score
What's that about
I'm
Squeezing
This little ball
Categories:
unrealised, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Delicious, you gave back that which I counted lost,
wishes granted, believing I could never feel again
sweet union with fair feminine humanity,
hold something more than raven squalid pain.
Astounded, within I shed trembling blissful tears,
founded inner choirs of heroine worship, tendered homage to
scented altars of your white angel flesh,
staggered blind, your sun-burst persona broke through.
Stopped, abruptly tripped the ego forensic course,
dropped and fell, the sudden implacable steel of your
words, their resentful design hooked my stance
flightless into the pensive chasms' open jaw.
Unfair, I became so much a thoughtless obstacle,
bear my cross of preventative medicine, penitent,
against your freedom, your deserved chance of future raptures;
some idiot crazy encumbrance, antecedent of dissent.
Seems I got it wrong, sorry, a burden unrealised;
dreams you merit I could not bear to cause to end,
for if you care about someone you should want them to be happy,
isn't that what it's all about, my glorious, beautiful friend?
Categories:
unrealised, forgiveness, happiness, imagination, lost
Form:
Verse
Scene 1 act 1
no other scene thus far
the game of making one's life unfair
studied and carried out
like a metaphorical game of baseball
Batter up actor
the bases of society still remain unrealised
base to base a manupulation of logic
creating fear driven gullible fools
If it doesn't make sense it's not true
and in this scientific psychological religious nightmare
several actors, performing in a few secret locations
for a target audience who remains absolutely clueless
as something not real becomes and seems more real
psychologicaly manipulating society with the emotional blackmail
of several different temptations
a roller coaster ride
impossible to win
and when you realise how
the blame game begins
and leaves you the enemy of the state
Learning to see through the lie
learning to slide home
with simple rules we never forget
to keep it simple
and allow the nonsense to make sense
like a theme park of line ups
of never ending tourists
that never make it home
when you marble my spoons man
the porcupine becomes a pancake
the act of repeating your backwards logic
on stages for your target audiences
more gullible than you could ever expect
Categories:
unrealised, confusion, life, people, places,
Form:
Free verse
Having chosen to feel contrast
Is it not strange that we feel aghast
Immersed in this dual realm of limitation
Imagining as real, our life on earth play station
Deluded, in vain we attempt to enhance the status
Of our decaying feeble organic form apparatus
With senses externalised, everything is sized
No wonder then, God remains unrealised
The truth is simple, we need to look within
Silencing thought flow din is the way to begin
Head and heart gentled and with love in alignment
We embark in earnest upon our God search assignment
Nothing is needed dear soul, save our burning yearning
Bliss magnetism soon has nodes within us churning
Polarities meld in heart resulting in bliss ignition
We thus obtain directly our true erudition
30-March-2023
Categories:
unrealised, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Today I again lost in the memories of life,
By seeing the crying clouds,
And,
Having the glare on the smiling skies..
Today I am again confused with the story of life..,,
The drop soothing by eyes,
And,
The rain ruining the life,
I think I lost somewhere in vegabond,,
Or just trying to be like..,,..
My life became roller coaster..,
Or my sole as a stupid rabbii...??
Today I again lost in the confusing spiral of life,,
My heart is like rabat.,
Which today I realised..
By eating extra sweets,
And meeting the begger outside..
Today I again caught with the truthness of life..
Which I always use to conceal,,by my side ..
My boat lost in the vast deep ocean..,,
By reaching the deep destiny inside...
Today I again lost in the memories of life....
Categories:
unrealised, truth,
Form:
ABC
I am the stranger that lives inside of you i am with you every day
When the world reaches out and slaps you i come out to play
I feed from your anger for all that you seen
All the broken promises and unrealised dreams
I rattle the cage you keep me in longing to be free
I fill your light with darkness, taking hope with me
With every slap i am stronger, weaker is my cage
I will one day consume you i am rage.
Categories:
unrealised, life, longing,
Form:
ABC
I have been alone for the longest time I can remember
I thought I knew everything there was
Until I realise the price to be alone forever
The price where only questions you have answers cause
Most everyone is alone for the wrong reasons
Alike people being together for the thoughtless insinuation
Everyone will walk a one day path to be broken
And no one can ever mend that perfected separation?
We need to be destroyed to find a whole
We need to die from to live again
We need to be nothing to begin whole
We need to have everything… deprive… remain
And without words… that someone will tell you who you are
Opposing or agreeing… reminding or distancing
Simply…we are just anyone to everybody oh so far
Yet unrealised for the everyones we need for our selfless nothings
Do you ever remember being alone?
At a point truest when we have someone
Without someone, do you remember being your own?
Have you the answer? less we forever run
Categories:
unrealised, life,
Form:
Rhyme
MEMORANDA
complex
visual
riches
evaporate
expectation
unrealised
in
contrasting
symmetry
where
reciprocity
lives
to
concentrate
dominate
&
process
where
relentlessly
insistently
eccentricity
is
affirmed
Categories:
unrealised, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I don't need to figure it out
I know exactly what i'm about
why i'm here? what i'm for?
Even all the lives i've lived before.
My purpose in life doesn't exist
don't overplan, life's easy to miss
go at a pace with which your steady
but be on guard an' always ready!
Change something if it doesn't work
don't keep plodding on you silly berk
or you'll drive us both berserk!
Life's too short to bid for someone else
don't be false, be yourself
you can be whatever you want
don't be scared, life shouldn't daunt
originality is what you should flaunt......
.....Or you'll die unhappy, with eternal sleeps dreams disturbed,
by an unrealised haunt.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
unrealised, angst, introspection, life, peace,
Form:
Rhyme