Best Unredeemed Poems
Untitled, Unredeemed and Unrequited
Never have I appreciated poetry more than at this stage in my life,
as I peek at the closing curtain
Tumult, chaos and turmoil all are edges of that same evil knife,
find one, find the others for certain
A Saving Grace, now that is the treasure I truly dare to seek,
for none of the other matter
This dark world, a hell of a place for those sweet and so meek,
righteous hearts that shatter
Robert J. Lindley, 02-21-2015
Note: A fragment of a poem in process, came to me in a dream tonight. I got up , wrote this down.
Must sleep , hoping to find the remaining Muse hidden treasure...
My heart is incomplete, my mind unsteady,
Stomach like a roller-coaster, arms thick and heavy.
What do you want and how do I give it,
With misinterpreted signs and all of this regret.
You misconstrue my love and all it is I do for you,
Destroyed my entire life so why do I still love you?
I can’t explain why my heart is so forgiving,
Sometimes I wonder why is life worth living?
The air that I breathe seems to disappear,
My unredeemed soul requires pity and fear.
Should I take you back and possible live in sorrow,
Or tell you to leave and then regret it tomorrow.
My indecisive conscious can’t tell right from wrong,
You are everywhere I look, every book, picture, and song.
Can I forget al the wrong doings that you have caused,
Why can’t we rewind and change all the heartache and flaws.
Only to forever and get back all the good that we shared,
I don’t understand how or if you ever really even cared.
I still do love you completely, the reasons I don’t know why,
For every time I hear your name I want to shrivel up and die.
Some how I feel this is all my wrong doing,
I am no judge, nor jury, so this is not to my ruling.
Should I take you back or just swallow and let you go,
I put my life into your hands, awaiting a simple yes or no.
The Unredeemed
There are flashes when my liberal views falter
and I ask myself, these people like Breivik and
the killers in Ankara and Paris would it not be
better to shoot them down like rabbit dogs?
my loathing for them is boundless but I will not
shot them and not ask other to do the killing
in my name or in the name of humanity.
Behind their fanaticism their hatred to a society
that will not listen to their rantings; there must
an inner voice telling them how despicable they
are, perhaps not today in the flames of hate, but
In time in their cell, they will ask for forgiveness
only to find stillness a mist of their breath and
they cannot forgive themselves.
decayed as corrosion seeks a way to abort fear
into realms of subconscious oblivion-
seeking what needs to be seen, I gaze only at sights
ahead that lead to redemption;
enlaced and cuddled inside burlap (craving silk)
needing only one seal to close a letter to pain,
but you attach anguish inside the envelope in case;
signed with a signature from...
you
I sit confused; contorted-
I awoke this morn with silent dreams;
startled from all that delivers what might have been-
disconcerted with remorse I am left muddled and
confounded in a cave of self-pity and weakness,
trying to align my soft heart with a harmonizing
aria of brilliant tears, longing not to shed;
astonished and filled with surprise I close my eyes-
I see the my dusk meant for dawn in the eastern skies
August 24, 2019
Ten word Challenge 1 Poetry Contest
Kai Michael Neumann
Are you hiding inside your writing,
making it impossible to see what you mean
Camouflaged words based on muddled intent,
to confound, confuse, or mislead
Is it cryptic or gibberish in nature,
your attempt to impress with your scheme
Are your words still unlived as you write them all down
—unpurposed and left unredeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
These are the unredeemed
Unredeemed and unrelieved
In their souls in pain
Trapped in cycles without end
In many a violent place they spend
Unbearable time in mindless space insane
Sinning badly which no repentance
Prayers have freed
Nor opened a crack
In their selfish flow of greed
Darkness and humiliation cover
Every suffering creature over.
And in the black dusty dirt
Of the cemetery’s earth
Of every stupid town and city
There is a raging spirit of death
Remaining smiling and mute
Without compassion or pity
Returning from this land of dead
Dead again dead again
Where we found these lost
Empty sacks of human flesh
With hearts still beating but unfeeling
In the frozen bone white of winter’s frost
From an eternal winter of unknowing
The embers and fires of human love
In these valleys of earth
Are quenched by numbing
Social blizzards of hate
And civil indifference.
In desert sands their skeletal shells
Ambulate towards prepared graves
And faces of shifting suspicious stares
Pierce down unconscious of other’s cares
Falling raw into the rough trenches unsaved
Filled to overflowing with unredeemed blood
Surely these are the damned
Living in merciless mental swamps
With shoes soaked in dog excrement
And streets strewn with cigarette butts
A land haunted by roaming demons
In obedience to masters of rage and ignorance.
And the rare and precious and glorious
In the natural world of righteousness
Is left abandoned
Forever outside in a frozen wasteland
Of a world cursing God and His creation
And confirming forever a commitment to evil
Feeling “O how awful goodness is “
Away, away out of this madness
Fly us back, back into the brilliance
Of the precious and the glorious
Of the present Earthly Paradise
Hidden from view but always His