Best Unrevealed Poems
Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed on a fine palette
and a paintbrush adorning the world
with colours of imagination, Faith and Art
real canvases of human nature flesh
and the lifeblood of Nature
Portraits blooming in light
transcending the language of words
A language of infinite shades
shed in the heart of the Artist
a grand soul learnt to board a world
of no fences.. of no walls
In a silent dark night
he played on the hues of life
a unique music was composed
“The Starry Night”
a music that reached sombre states
unrevealed imagination.. untraveled meditation
a powerful vision and feelings
rising above what minds can ever decrypt
for a beholder
to see the depths
to feel the colours
to taste the pain
to read the music
A flow that never stops
the tone and texture of his passion
in motion..
miles away from a still life
an Artist turning his back
on the world of commas and full stops
How can a colour succumb to hindrance?
how can a hand hamper a paintbrush dance?
how can an Artist turn a dead heart to Nature canvas?
how can we fathom an ocean of many branches?
A “madman” in the mind of the mundane
Solitude, the Artist’s glorious moments in time
and boon..
A divine enchantment
a Self and Soul harmony
melting wholly in his Nature and whole
riding high in the wealth of lore
a meager body left behind
and the hand of the Artist entranced
drew a tortured portrait
his body was the canvas
his paintbrush bleeding in a crimson shade
a lost spirit in the monde of the mundane
the Artist.
*****
* Vincent Van Gogh, an inspiring Artist!
"The Artist", humble impressions on a human nature born just to create what is true from what is real..
To every Artist whose feel and language transcend the known.. whose heart and mind on a ride to attain the finest of beauty..
To every Artist who finds solace in an imposed solitude as the world of the mundane fails to decode his very unique language..
To every Artist who refuses to compromise and walks paths of wonder and beauty with a feel of torturing loneliness..
When a woman is just a woman
She's nobody's but her own
She embraces truth in life
with compassion in her soul
When a woman is just a woman
There's ambition on her mind
There is wisdom in her words
and foundations to be kind
When a woman is just a woman
there's a beauty in her eyes
and that beauty reflects journeys
travelled through her inner light
When a woman is just a woman
There' s a sweetness in her smile
There's the instinct of a mother
with protection for each child
When a woman is just a woman
She is humble, She is plain
She' s a friend, She's a great listener
Seeks adventure and not vain
When a woman is just a woman
She thinks firstly with her heart
She gives strength yet begs protection
She needs firm securing arms
When a woman is just a woman
There are secrets still concealed
There are alluring mysteries
Chapters signed yet unrevealed
When a woman is just a woman
There is attitude, there is class
She is sensual, She is daring
She ' s a treasure born to last
When a woman is just a woman
She shakes stardust in the blues
She 's a Lucille Ball and Nelson
She ' s the gift of rainbow hues.
P.S - ( Nelson mentioned above -for Nelson Mandela )
Pls find in pictures above women who inspired me ,and their quotes
Dedicated to all Women on poetrysoup : )
Inspired by Justin's contest : ' When a woman is just a woman '
but not for the contest
Elevating Heart
Sweat of Life
Piercing pain of Sorrow
Pendulum of gratitude in motion
How fortunate to experience
To Feel
To delight in the depths of emotion
I burst knowing I am capable of such workings of the
Heart, mind and soul
I am you
You are me
We are we
We are one with each other, with nature,
With the sky, the stars, the moon,
With the creatures of the ocean blue depths,
With the feather tips of ancient falcons,
With the wind whistling through the towering singing trees,
With the lonely roads stretched out on the horizon,
With the melting icicles of change
I am a teardrop on the petal of your eternal flower
I feel the whisper of your breath
Graze across my lips
A gentle imprint left behind
A kiss on my eyelashes
And I am yours
I am honored to be a part of you
Of us
Of now
Of distant past lives
And of
Unrevealed futures
I wear you like my favorite oversized cotton shirt
Threadbare at the elbows
You inhabit my body
Tracing the shapes of my ankles
With your fingertips
Massaging my toes
Following the curves of my hips
Kissing my eyes
And cupping my heart gently
I am in flight ... I am your messenger.
We are one. The radiant glow follows us
Light energy, a tribal dance,
A halo of flickering beauty
Blazing
A flame
Let us be beacons of light together
Fingertips touching, melding
Becoming one beating heart together
For all eternity
Elevating others around us in gratitude
From above in the silent air
I see a fire flickering in the darkness below
Shadows sway on the towering rock walls
A steady drumming in the distance
A drum of ancient hide
Thrumb - thrumb - thrumb
A father watching his newborn suckle at
Its Mother’s breast
A peace resides within
How glorious to be a piece, a part of, a fiber, a color
In this magnificent tapestry of life
That we have all woven together
I fly to the highest snow-covered peak with you and
Dive to the darkness on the ocean floor as
Mysteries reveal themselves
My tears are sweet with magic
And salty with memories
Of time gone by
You are my gift
My hands are warm
My heart is full
A silent smile fills my soul
And wraps me in its embrace
When the rain comes in blunt despair
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
Where desolated gloom revealed
A drab landscape that once was fair
Limbs barren in deserted fields
When the rain comes in blunt despair
Drowning sunsets in silver flares
Tomorrow's rainbows lie concealed
In mazes of charcoal nightmares
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
This is where all your heroes yield
To stars laden in disrepair
Where souls sink, murky and congealed
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
When suns are lost and moons are rare
The mornings cut apart and peeled
The sky is strangely unaware
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled
When shelter remains unrevealed
And the horizon appears bare
Allow me to become your shield
Against the snare of sharpened air
When the rain comes
3/11/23
Love is of itself an entity,
Never knowing when it's touch will be.
Hate appears, a sentiment as well.
Predators of love in consort dwell.
Cunning with intentions unrevealed.
Spiteful in its malice to conceal.
Speak the truth to know a friendship's birth,
Legacy of trust, proclaims your worth.
Time for all who live is all too brief.
Shun beguiling paths that lead to grief.
Look beyond impressions you assume.
Small the bud, so beautiful the bloom.
Gene Bourne
03-15-14
Unlike a thousand million stars
Enclosed in the universe
So are words
Enclosed in a book
Each page brings a new story
But still some or the other
Remains untraveled and unrevealed
Thousands of lives are led
By a single person alone
As each book gives
Some strength to weaker bones
It is a home for the people
Who are all alone
And for dreamers
It is a lighted dome
Which brings new ideas
And an example for the one
Who really want to try
And get their work done
Changing perspective of the reader
Changing the perspective of an artificial world
Winnowing the dust
From our mind and heart
Keeps people connected
Even when they are apart
Words are the weapon
Words are the cure
But when they get a companion like a book
They become truly pure
A book is an inspiration
For the people who are depressed
And a good friend to share all plans
They make us feel good
As if we are in open
Where no limits are there for imagination
Regardless of wealth
Regardless of past
It will always be there
When a person needs it
No matter whether it is day or night
For in day it is a shadow
And at night
A bright light………….
~ by Aradhana
World, Whole World
Its the apprehension
of the unrevealed
Plucking and clenching
at the organ of love
Intimidated yet curious
Cautiosuly taking
that first step
Aiming
to be open-minded
Frolic and discover
as two
more so than one
strolling easily along together
Eyes opening up
Optimistically both
want more
Tick, Tock
Pictures painted
Bright hearts with
ability to beat as one
To hurt for her
To love for him
To fight
for them
Promising not
'till the day I die'
But
each new day
we arise together
love you I will and
support you, I'll try
Never doubt
you will always be
My whole world
abandoned
decrepit house;
the porch
rails have rusted.
it's decaying roof
whispers dark
secrets
unrevealed.
cobwebs
grace ferns
in the garden
and staircase inside.
door and window, dusty;
a
torn rosette ribbon.
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Lines 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
A Decaying House Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 07/16/2020
throws herself on paper
reveals heart to strangers
throws herself on paper
identity unrevealed
throws herself on paper
fearless, bold, sensual
throws herself on paper
poet persona unknown to others
unbelievable to those who know her.
tall among rich loosen soil
scent slight quaver throughout spoiled
sunshine fields, warm smiles it yields
milk pearls trickle drip on silk
nature whispers season turn
tall among rich loosen soil
leaves lay face downward unturned
gnarl old tree kneels its amber
beetle strength squirms in its murk
darkness abandons the moon
curled up in heavens warm croon
tall among rich loosen soil
happiest hours unrevealed
7/23/2021
"Babylon Candy"
“My god you
babble on”
he said.
the guy
thought he was
a giant,
as far as writers go.
She chirped,
“it’s all post humus
humour, from here on in
you know”.
Code-named,
“The Owl”,
she rolled her eyes
and hooted,
“You may as well play
with your marbles
before you lose them.”
“God only knows -
I Am.”
he replied,
“me, myself and I!
By the way,” he adds
quite flippantly,
“you think they could
choose better music...
and what is it
they’re putting
in drinks these days?
The Green Fairy?”
the response,
“Yes, The Green Fairy,
I hear he’s somewhere, here.
Lethal agent that one, excels
at camouflage.”
she elaborated further,
“The Lights don’t help.
You'd think they could
turn them down.”
Meanwhile,
back on the dance floor
of the U.a.U.
(Unicorns are Us)
Publisher’s Ball,
dressed to the 9’s
in 6 inch heels,
a silent observer,
unrevealed
sweet and sour Candy
stood sucking
on a high ball,
some long island iced T
watching on bemused,
waiting
for The Owl’s
next move…
in the bird’s
pocket, not very
well hidden, fully loaded
like a water diviner
perched
the inevitable
big gun
seeking out
The Resistance
burned,
a slow rising story.
flashforward
Hypodiegesis
Chekov’s gun -
"all guts"
the dossier read,
"and by God...
all glory."
Everything
for the
story.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I am a child of the palace
Living like a slave
So that these human can relate
That fate
Never comes in a sliver plate
My life is great
No spoon, give me a spade
I am a winner without a race
A stubborn stain you can’t erase
I am known without a face
Set free without a case
When I get lost
I’m sketched and never traced
Too believe or not to
Is a choice
So to me, God is a choice
That inner voice
That refuses to shut up
When nobody is listening
Life is not a math problem
So I never looked for solutions
When I smile, it means I’m happy
When I cry, it means I’m alive
I was born
But never raised
I am adored
But never praised
I am a child of that palace
Living like a slave
So that you can relate
That human are born to be loved
And things are made to be used
But now things are loved
And you and I are being used
And now we are confused
Over what we’ve become
Objects of envy hate and blame
I am a solder without ammo
I am the white keys in your piano
I am the fragrance in your flower garden
The only blessing from the curse of Eden
I was schooled but never taught
I was fooled but never caught
I was hated but never abated
Betrayed but never delayed
Discriminated but never serrated,
Crowned but never celebrated
Mistaken but never regretted
I am a nightmare
That was never unrevealed
I am a gift wrapped up in a small curse
A jewel in life’s golden purse
A bird with wet wings
Waiting for the sun rays
So I can fly
And dance in the sky
I am the mirror
The reflection of what I am
And not who I am
So who am I?
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
When a woman is just a woman
She's nobody's but her own
She embraces truth in life
with compassion in her soul
When a woman is just a woman
There's ambition on her mind
There is wisdom in her words
and foundations to be kind.
When a woman is just a woman
there is beauty in her eyes
and that beauty reflects journeys
travelled through her inner light.
When a woman is just a woman
there's a sweetness in her smile
There's the instinct of a mother
to protect each little child.
When a woman is just a woman
She is humble, She is plain
She's a friend, She's a great listener
Seeks adventure and not vain.
When a woman is just a woman
She thinks firstly with her heart
She gives strength yet begs protection
She needs warm securing arms
When a woman is just a woman
There are secrets still concealed
There are alluring mysteries
Chapters signed yet unrevealed
When a woman is just a woman
there is attitude, there is class
She is sensual, even daring
She's a treasure born to last
When a woman is just a woman
She shakes stardust from the blues
She's a the lips of silent voices
She's a Hepburn , She's a Lucille Ball
Wearing Mary Poppin's shoes.
I'm a product of disappointments and nullification
And that's the reason why I make maleficient acts
I hate seeing persons contentment towards another person
I'm so stubborn to break their hearts
I like playing the feelings of another person
To make them feel the same feeling of hatred
I doesn't need love nor affection, destruction is my satisfaction
To bury them from frustration is all that I wanted
Revenge is the only formula I have right now
Making people's life miserable by involving their emotion
I'm thirsty and I wanted to drink the tears that falls from their innocent eyes
I'm craving and eager to see their evil side of personality
I've changed a lot since the day they criticize my worth
They take away all the confidence I have
Now I'm drained trying to find myself in the middle of puzzling speculations
Can I bring back the soul I lost through reincarnation?
How can I fixed myself if some part of me is imprisoned in the past?
Can I turn back time to unlock the jail towards forgiveness?
Or I'll just let myself imitate the acts of those people who hurt me?
But how can I make things right if everything I see about my attitude is wrong
I'm missing some part of me that I need to regain
The part of me that entertain positivity
The part of me that makes people happy
I'm missing the part that is completely incomplete right now
They say eyes is the windows of our soul
But when I look at the mirror I can't see the most complex part of me
My reflection is suffering from an unrevealed mystery
And then the tears fall but that tears is not that warm anymore