Best Unrecognisable Poems
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks
encaged on a stage in tar that sticks.
There's an agonisingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror,
as my eyes detect an unrecognisable inferior figure.
I can't see the stars in the sky at night,
and the sun doesn't rise to provide daylight,
creating days filled with unpleasant darkness,
feeling the hate, I will for heaven sent brightness.
It would be nice to see a flicker,
a shooting star or something quicker,
as my impaired eyes see unseeingly at paradise.
It seems these days have perfected imperfection and sadness,
as though infected but immune to antidote injections that stop madness,
and the bad feel projecting out onto these days seemingly disastrous.
So I turn to alcohol and slowly increase the dose
and down the booze until I doze,
to awake with the shakes that alcohol creates,
reaching straight for the glass of straight voddy,
drowning myself down in hate toward the junkie category.
A way I find carries me through this hell that flattens me,
clouding my mind, shielding hurt that comes with thinking clarity.
Leaving me imprisoned and unable to escape this reality.
………………………………………………………………………….
Somedays I feel like I'm surrounded by bars and bricks,
so I drink water and take vitamins to get far from my minds tricks.
My mind digs up thoughts sick and twisted
from the ditches of the mental scars life inflicted.
I see a full moon but no stars in the sky at night.
There must be a faint cloud blocking that far travelled light.
Throughout the day I stay active as it distracts the gloom
and subtracts it until a world seemingly more attractive resumes.
I shrug off the booze and don't meet the thugs
that deal drugs and rise above a life for chumps.
I start these days feeling down in the dumps,
but if I live the right way I move passed the grumps.
I feel that just the moonlight moves me to comfort,
I perk as I forget today and all that work.
Tomorrow is another first,
I think life offers more than I deserve.
Categories:
unrecognisable, dark, depression, hip hop,
Form:
Rhyme
"As a Child to Man, The Turning"
When the father is missing
Where goes the child
Walking barefoot wild
on a beach where
all his sandcastles
are washed away
and mothers and sisters
are holy
their towers high
unreachable
he is measured against
the merit of the missing father
unrecognisable, unattainable
and his life lessons discovered
in a bitter prison of learning
as a Child to Man
understanding
LOVE
is the forgiveness
of abandonment
his truth is found
freedom floods
like his lost Ocean
in
The Turning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The introduction to his heartache began as a child
So it's no wonder that he grew up to be so wild.
So he protected his feelings in walls he imagined
But castles crumble exposing the frightened child"
Categories:
unrecognisable, forgiveness, freedom, future, journey,
Form:
Free verse
In the quiet morning light, for the first
time, I truly gazed into the mirror,
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was close to it but
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of
times past.
Once a canvas, unmarked,
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost,
Spots show signs of neglect.
The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow
lost their smile.
I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.
In the silence of wonder, I saw the
truth in my reflection, a weathered
face,
As the seasons came and went they
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.
Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude
and grace, I embrace my refrain.
By Zyrool
Categories:
unrecognisable, change, hair, old,
Form:
Free verse
I opened my heart
A heart without walls
Fragile & weak
Tired … damaged
I bared my soul
My past, my fears
My ghosts.
We shared
We laughed
We kissed
Together we danced,
Like children without cares
In the rain
Under the stars …. I was hypnotised
Your sensual mouth
Words softly spoken
Securely penned for eternity
With meaning and with truth
Kind, affectionate, sweet and pure
We loved and made love …. Do you remember?
Your sensual red lips brushed mine
Your kisses … so passionate
Your smile, radiating the universe, converting dark to light
And your eyes… Oh God, your eyes
Penetrate me, sparkling like diamonds
We were alive, happy, together…. Just us
Smiles now forgotten, tears in their place
Your sensual red lips now speak venom, hate and rage
A once beautiful face now distorted, unrecognisable
Your dazzling eyes, dark, angry… Evil
Your words now destroy me, the agony too intense
What happened? What changed? Why? Why?
I try to forget you, the memories will not allow
I think of the happy times, I smile but the tears follow
My heart is now closed, the walls are back up
Ripped to shreds by the man I loved
My heart burns like a furnace, deep inside I am dying
I loved you then, I love you now,
And I always will
Categories:
unrecognisable, betrayal, heartbreak, love, lust,
Form:
Free verse
"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics
Categories:
unrecognisable, humanity, peace, sky, war,
Form:
Free verse
The Shed.
The door creaks open and refracted light creeps in,
A place filled with creation, even in the bin.
Smells of shaven eucalypt and mountain ash fill up all the senses.
Planes, saws and a miriad of tools are propped atop the benches.
Unrecognisable shapes sit in the vice await to become a toy
carefully crafted and lovingly made, designed to bring some joy.
The untrained eye would gaze upon and think the place a mess.
The master doesn't mind, of opinion he could care but less.
Tibs and tobs are strewn about, awaiting to be mended.
The master smiles, he'll do them soon, the cook has been offended.
In the shed, no relevance exists of space or time,
The hours are wiled away with glue, nails and timber pine.
When did it occur that this place has been destroyed?
So called progressive people, their own ideas employed.
Not termed a shed no more, but now a man cave.
A neandertholic term made up by some poor knave.
Hand tools replaced by couches and television screens.
Electronic game and pizza ovens instead of oragon beams.
The drill press has been removed, it once was hallowed ground.
An espresso machine now in its place, it really does astound.
The rally cry goes out to all you men and boys.
Toss out the things that don't belong and bring back wooden toys.
Don't make it something that its not, its just a simple shed.
Not a memory of times gone by the shed will not be dead.
Categories:
unrecognisable, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
The way the old lay,
weak, it's difficult to make out the words they say,
sometimes they speak nonsense and mumble away,
but somedays they are okay,
acting more like themselves from back in the day,
yet still with less than they once had,
and for them the best days have turned sad.
This is how I see hip hop now,
unrecognisable in it's current appearance,
transforming with age but yet somehow,
a small few prevent its total disappearance.
The lesser artist of yesteryears old skool,
would rule today over the best artists of the new school,
'cus todays artists are refused by all,
their rubbish has become the usual,
and rubbish is being kind, it's ear abuse and awful.
Even if the bar went up to high,
there is no excuse for the lack of good songs they provide,
I'd long for a new Red and Meth to buy,
and I don't care for the Eminem vs 2Pac divide,
I listen to both 'cus otherwise I'd be denied.
Rappers used to open the hole in their face,
they didn't sound like their jaw was tied by a brace,
you could hear the words regardless of the pace,
they never used languages found in outer space.
Today it's a disgrace, stumbling along in Arabic,
and grunting like some sort of dying asthmatic,
there's no talent here just a bunch of spastics,
and it's tragic how the whole song stack lacks a classic.
Rap used to be about verbal accounts,
rap was about the way words were pronounced,
then out pounced murmuring sounds of toddler playgrounds
and this bulls.... mumble was found.
Using commercial beats made to tap feet,
so you don't hear the retard trying to speak,
shouting out in anger all big and bad,
which I get 'cus if I couldn't talk I'd be mad.
Old skool rappers on crack,
have verbal skills that new school rappers lack.
This mumble is pitifully weak at the peak,
dipsticks with dick lipstick forging a beat.
So has hip hop died, hmmm
not yet, but it seems destined in time.
Categories:
unrecognisable, hip hop, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Time has turned us into strangers to our own past,
unrecognisable beasts in search of some unknown variable
to find a stability as a rock to our own convictions
that were lost with the change of tides.
Often condemned for our portrayal
of stereotypical convictions attached to our origins
at first impressions even after accustomed to foreign ways
and embraced it with familiarity.
we are met with alienation, sometimes everyday.
We are constantly denied god's green earth,
our soul dances to the fire to rain for hope from the skies.
may be through my new looking glasses,
may be the world around me will seem sweeter.
Only if it were so simple.
we are drunk on hope till we are sober to pain
and wake up hungover to reality.
Have we leased our laughter to the devil
the then skies seem to shed tears.
Wondering empty eyes staring
at the running drops on the tram windows
as the houses move back block after block.
1 day at heaven, 12 days at hell
what earth we are on
that it takes 13 days to go around the sun.
Categories:
unrecognisable, culture, discrimination, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
In this strategic somewhere
Battalions marched to nowhere
Keeping peace in face of dragons
Concealed in the foothills.
Tiger tracks in sand vanish
As though sucked into oblivion,
Wiped out by desert storms
And the unforgiving winds.
Dear Whoever letters mailed
To post-boxes, obliviously, telling
Of whirlybird crashes
And the charred dead remains.
Friendly fire a misnomer,
Murderous justification spun,
Revving propaganda engines
And wheels within wheels, etc.
We regret to inform
The child you bore and nurtured
Is unrecognisable to the eye
And like a tarmac jigsaw.
He’ll no doubt be sent back to you
Boxed in something smaller,
So you may burn again his bones
In a ceremony of your choice.
Some mandarin pontiff bids
And bidding is done remotely,
Far afield where life is spent
As though to burn.
Categories:
unrecognisable, death, history, people, places,
Form:
Blank verse
The fabric of love woven,
And wrapped ...
Torn to shreds.
Thread by thread emotions;
Spill words tumble cascade,
- in my breathless orgasmic;
Grasping ...
The essence wrenched out of beauty ...
- it's substance rendered futile,
Unwillingly reconstructed,
Reworked unrecognisable.
Crevass screaming ...
Companion to loss ...
Hope, burning,
Burnt, burned.
Ashes scattered smudge grey;
Rainbow's departure.
Categories:
unrecognisable, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
The magic of the puppeteer’s hands, brings life through the strings
The mass of wooden limbs on the floor, unrecognisable as things
They all applauded as they watched the master puppeteer at work
He made his puppets dance, his duty he did not shirk.
Then the day arrived, they all became bored with dancing marionettes
The stage was empty, the puppeteer sad, the stage was up ‘For Let’
He vowed that he would win them back, and he reset his new stage
With magic in his masterful fingers, people returned of every age.
They clapped and begged, they shouted, they wanted to see more
Never had such a sight been seen, the puppets danced across the floor
He said my puppets I will dance, but one thing I ask of you
There will come a day a question I ask, I wonder what you will do.
They all cheered willing to pay the price the puppeteer called for
His dolls, the wooden limbs, rose and danced across the floor
Wooden limbs that came to life, all connected by some slight strings
The puppeteer manoeuvred them, they became as living things.
The crowd roared and asked for more they had never seen the like
He said now for the question I ask, you may answer as you like.
To keep the puppets dancing there is one thing I will ask from you
Will you always watch the puppets dance? If so, I will see they do.
All agreed to pay the price to watch the magic puppets dance
He asked the question they all affirmed, quite willing to take a chance
Now you are mine, the stage is set, the curtains will open, all looks well
It’s time for you to follow me, then he pulled open the curtains to hell.
The audience became the puppets as he toured the wider world
Come see the magic dancers he cried, and watch the marionettes twirl
Never had there been such a show, the puppets they looked so real.
Until the audience started to stray, and anger the puppeteer did feel.
Once more he promised them magical dancing, even through hoops and rings
He tweaked and pulled, the puppets danced, as though there were no strings
But the strings were hid as long as they danced, and did what the puppeteer bid.
So read the print before you sign, never let the magical puppeteer you kid.
© 7/01/2013 ~GG~
The Inspiration for this poem came From Harry J Horsman's "Entrapment"
Categories:
unrecognisable, day, life, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
Bought home in a battered case one day
He took it out and and scratched away
Playing out of tune and terribly flat
He scared the daylights out of the cat
The horsehair that ran along the bow
Had escaped and departed long ago
Never mind, he played without a flinch
While next door the neighbours winced
Melodies unrecognisable to human ear
He can't keep time or bum notes hear
'I'm a virtuoso!' he likes to boast
But in truth - he's as deaf as a post
20 April 2023
V words writing challenge poetry contest
Constance la France
Categories:
unrecognisable, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Jimmy warned Pinks of her dangerous inclinations
of chugging too close to the capricious edge, but she kept laughing
and refused to listen until she skid and bounced down the hill.
Jimmy retrieved her in an unrecognisable state with a torn coat,
ripped pinafore and a muddy face, ready to be brandished
by her strictest paternal Aunt-a Betsy Trotwood of sorts!
The six year old whimpered and babbled, wiping her tears,
"A big black bear had been chasing us, so we ran down the hill".
"Why down hill?" "Because his long hair covers his eyes and then he can't see.
So while chasing us he got blind and rolled like a football and drowned
in the big ravine below". Aunt held back her smile, "But Jimmy's clothes aren't torn?"
Pinks beamed, "He's a boy, and strong boy's clothes don't tear!"
The next day they climbed a ladder leading to the forbidden roof where
Aunt had kept her red chillies to dry, it being a warm sunny day. When she returned
from the market, she was shocked to see her miscreants and carried the ladder away.
"Aunt dear, please listen, the monkeys were eating the chillies, so we........................."
May 16, 2016
For Casarah Nance
Categories:
unrecognisable, allusion, childhood, children,
Form:
Light Verse
Promotion, bonus, we believe good job well done,
we saved money let's give the rich a ton,
aluminium is nearly as good as zinc
nearly half the price that's how we have to think,
what about residents complaints, unfounded
Health, safety is considered, always hounded
inconsiderate people, shouting we are dire
what do we do if there's an emergency, fire,
you are all safe, all precautions taken they say
then came that predictable, indefensible day,
lives lost, lives ruined, possessions, memories
gone forever, no reason, now no remedies,
now we grieve for our unrecognisable dead,
they knew the problems but they never said,
stop buck passing, playing the blame game
has got no relevance, hang your heads in shame
for your ignorance not for the treasuries shock
for the people that once lived in Grenfell tower block.
29/6/2017
Our thoughts are with the all the families of the residents of Grenfell tower Islington London that were lost on 14th June 2017.
Categories:
unrecognisable, bereavement, betrayal, corruption, england,
Form:
Couplet
And in one small notion
Everything came toppling down,
Finally settling,
Piles and piles,
Conglomerate and unrecognisable
One huge, dirty mess
Of partial truths and partial lies,
Littered with false alibis,
And all the while
I attempt to rebuild
Categories:
unrecognisable, change, conflict, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Verse