Best Unrested Poems
Weekends are a little like
Bookends
They stop you falling
Or lolling too far over
So you don't appear untidy or
At least not so
Uncomfortable
They keep you straight
Give you
Purpose
Show you in your best
Posture
Vertical spine
Keeps you looking fine
Without life's bookends
We just become
Untidy
Unrested and sometimes
Unread
What a shame
When people stay closed
So thank you
Weekends
For keeping us
Perky and
In good order
Perhaps an enthusiast will
Choose to engage with
Our words of wisdom
Adventure
Poetry
Simply because
We appeared at our best
Categories:
unrested, books, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
“A fight of voice exceeds one of fists.”
Bludgeoned, broken, cast away,
Time devours, your name decay,
Ascend beyond the gilded throne,
Unsung, unrested, still overthrown.
Happy Women's History Month!
Categories:
unrested, angst, appreciation, thank you,
Form:
Free verse
Regrets
True love usurped
Snuffed out like a candle
Deathbed meeting, rekindled flame
Unrested spirits’ midnight rendezvous
Searching for love once thrown away
Foolish mistakes and pride
Lives spent apart
Regrets
Jack Horne, 6th September for Nette’s Just Nine Lines contest (picture 1)
Categories:
unrested, relationship,
Form:
Rictameter
between new nightmares
and day dreams
of a better life
lay reality resurfaced
tight with taut brutality
unspeakable thoughts drift
down through time's flash
triggered not there
not then
but now and here
her mind digs through fear
as she sinks
slight form down
crisp skirt's rustle sound
folds with her
to ground
and she says to herself
I will lay here
in this hollow
it fits the curve of my spine
holds the shape
of my hips
and the grass padded earth
cups itself a little
around my waist
hugs me
till I sleep
I am still alive
I am dead
to the world
tar roads
pavements
are too hard
concrete
cannot hold me
the same way
they resist my shape
press flatness
hard
against me
leave me sore
unrested
complaints unheard
where may I sleep
With fragrance
of grass and earth
maybe
in a garden
a cultured space
thoughts arouse
aroma once known
from those past
yet still present
places
so pleasant
maybe then
I will fall into dreams
of painless light
sunshine will soothe
I will feel bright
flame red flowers
in free fall
Will not burn
as they engulf me
float from arms
branches
blue sky stretched
they will caress me
in potpourri perfume
memories mock
her senses
she yearns to block
their burn
when I sleep
I'll not smell
petrol fumes
flared up
I will not hear
the shudder of bodies
breaking down the door
I will forget
the screams
eardrums pierced
my own
I will not feel
my body burn
in hell hound fire
twisted hatred
from ordinary mothers
fathers sisters sons
bizarre beliefs
turned my skin
from brown silk smooth
to outlandish patches
pink and brown
how will I
become
familiar
with who I am
now
she falls asleep
dreams
of sunshine
tree shadow dappled
nature cradles her
in dark and light
she breathes low
drum sounds
bring her back
there
next to eyes
awakening
her fingers
delicate drummers
play the earth
With firm tips
tap tapping
a well known song
her long gone
mother's lullaby
hush my child
hush now
don't cry
sleep sweet
against my heart
hush now
hear the beats
of my love
for you
hush now
so angels
do not sigh
hum drum
hum drum
hum drum
she starts to cry
Posted:15-12-2018
Note: "Sister" poem to "thin skinned"
Categories:
unrested, conflict, courage, dark, hope,
Form:
Alliteration
There. I hear her voice
It illuminates the air
It tinges the rain when the clouds are full.
Echoing a remnant of a thing some have claimed as love.
I ache with almost saturation.
These unrested almost's that crawl beneath my heart.
They are never anything but an almost!
Is this the tip of my longing?
Fractures of beauty and whiffs of reality float near and almost, also.
Taunting and puzzling these almost's pass by
and by..
She is again
I hear her!
Each fragment reminiscent of she!
I cannot still myself long enough to paint her beauty. I have only almost's
Even when I have her..
I have only almost's to give:
Almost a feeling I thrust,
Almost some passion I h(e)ave!
Almost, almost.
almost.
Categories:
unrested, love, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
No Sleep Till Death
Some Russians are like insomnia. Always there and always evil. No let up on the pressure. A wave bursting out of your skull. A physical presence so real it becomes surreal. Invisible, not there, not existing.
But eight thousand nuclear warheads, massive human rights abuses, Crimean annexation, Ukrainian invasion and a delusionary paranoid dictator give pause for thought. Let us touch reality. When sleep does come, its broken.
You awake feeling bad, unrested, on edge, that something is up and bad things will happen. That's Russia peering over your shoulder. The bit of sleep you have is punctuated by dreams, bad ones. Nightmares of unseen imagery, enemies too evil for words.
For insomnia is Russia, Russia is insomnia. And when Russia blows, it'll affect every single one of us. We'll all be wide-awake then. Only sleeping as the final nuclear curtain falls.
Categories:
unrested, betrayal, conflict, death, fear,
Form:
Verse
I watch as the rain pours down incessantly
I listen as the west wind howls past so silently
Yet to my destination I must pursue
My fate be tested my truth be told
Yet alas my goal is not yet in view
Steadfastly onto my burden I hold
Bathed in this monsoon rain I stand weathered
Yet I know that without a doubt I shall reach unrested
Categories:
unrested, devotionrain, rain,
Form:
Picture day a day that I from self consciousness detested
add to my gap toothed grin wild eyed and unrested
In first grade sitting next to a handsome young man in a suit
Bouncing along on the bus ride motion sick to boot
The stress of the day tipping the scales on me
and his closest pant leg
Humiliated my sister rushed up his pardon to please
Kindly beg
He put his arm around my heaving shoulders
And said
You couldn't help it honey,and against him lay my head
Home permed ,disgruntled ,with stain
on my dress
This young man's kindness I can attest
Went well above and beyond as did my breakfast
Categories:
unrested, 1st grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Invested, unrested, the minutes appear shorter everyday
Infected, unprotected not liking the games they play
Rated, unmotivated everyone seems to know their part
Hated, unrelated figured it all out from the start
Addicted, unlisted in the book of their super-secret code
Inflicted, unpredicted in the amount of everything we're all owed
Elected, unconnected to whom in which he serves
Selected, unrespected without backbone or nerve
bmdavey@07/27/22
Categories:
unrested, addiction, america, anger, corruption,
Form:
Couplet
Unrested mornings
Sometimes want to linger
Maybe spend the day
Under the covers
To read a novel about another life
Categories:
unrested, introspection,
Form:
Other
Darkness gave way to an unplanned nightmare that would never perish. A greatness in her is something they would always cherish. This drifting consciousness was not ready to dissipate. This is what evil had to create. Withdrawn from the absolute fate. The grieving family now terrorized decides to wait. The only feeling left was holding on. Where has the stillness once known and beloved gone?
Symptoms of hysteria whips out the family oriented mind. A natural born phobia has an inherited their kind. Punished by and now confined. This is a malicious attack that has now intertwined and made them blind. There revived child is now enshrined with the unkind. It was time for them to adequately rewind.
This true horror seems to just grow and grow. This courageous family is now at their low. Never to be taken below to the vicious chateau. A strength alleviates this evil like glow. The time has come for the almighty to show. The paranoia was 1st to go, as the heavens started to snow. Their beloved remembrances is now what will flow.
Categories:
unrested, adventure, allusion, anger, bereavement,
Form:
Rhyme
Behind my eyes
There is a raging battle
Constant conflict
Who'll win
My dreams or my nightmares
If you know tell me
Daylight, dreams rule
Sunny beaches
Grassy meadows
Hand in hand
By night
My horrors awake
So do I
Seen so much death
It rises like the moon
Shining fright
I shiver
O dawn
Come
Unrested
Thankful
The daylight hits
Behind my eyes
Categories:
unrested, emotions, night, sleep,
Form:
Free verse
I am conscious of the passing minutes
which bind me to a sleep-filled night.
I say to myself that restful hours are crucial,
so that I may use the coming day wisely.
I enjoy the anticipation of sleep
and the snug warmth of the cascading bed sheets
about my unrested self.
Then in such moments, I look forward to the vivid
journey of dreams, that I hope will accompany me
through the darkness.
I love the freedom of dreams and the many persona's
I get to play.
I'm no actress, yet in my dreams I play a perfect part:
even as I fly in the twilight.
Awakening in the night is not a rare occurrence,
and I find my mind travelling past each dream
like a slide-show.
I sometimes envy who I am in my dreams:
some of the beautiful landscapes I get to see.
In day time hours as the rain falls down my window,
I smile knowingly that such landscapes aren't so far away
after all.
Categories:
unrested, imaginationday,
Form:
Free verse
Land ho!
If I can just make it to that post….
Bird was exhausted, but distant dot gave him hope
Now if you can make it to the next landing spot
You have it made, an inner voice said
Bird asked the voice to back off
Let me have ten minutes to enjoy this, okay?
Send him an owl, inner voice said, loud enough for him to hear.
Bird flew off, frightened and unrested.
Categories:
unrested, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Personification
I’m offended you ended our friendship without an incident or chance, you’ve change your view of me but how when there’s been no me to see, wrong end of the stick and we unclip a drunken message opinions flip no interaction no investigation just assume the worst and leave me stressing, you forgot me and press on won’t accept you got the wrong impression think less of me without me present how can you not even question things I've unrested wings thought wrestling, what the hell did I even do, I was loyal I was true, why I lost you I have no clue, you were the only one took me serious while the disloyal rest found it hilarious, they head messed and you became best, I guess to you I was less I never had a friend mean so much, and friend you were, always was, and you stopped talking to me because.....? "true" friend darked me, true friend hardly, so unheartly parted, we were like family, now can’t stand me, just left with no understanding, one by one I lost all those close, and all because how I was treated, now I'm living life a ghost, living your life with our friendship deceased, it’s not fair that you ignore me give no chance or reason for it, I'm left stood with no idea why our friendship disappeared. Treated away the head can’t mend, it’s just sly you didn’t even say goodbye I guess I’m just a nasty guy with no desire to be alive, would help if you tell me why? You aint the first to desert I, is that what I deserve ay, the day I die won't be my worst day, do you even realise you hurt me, guess I'm not worthy, I don't know love I just know hurting, and I didn't go loopy I was under the influence unusual and loosely tuned in but you didnt ask if I was ok, so I havent changed there is no difference, you just assumed, now it can't ever be resumed, I did nothing and I feel doomed, was I not nice too you, don't do that to anyone else or wonder why I've mental health
Categories:
unrested, friend,
Form:
Rhyme