Best Unsayable Poems
Unsayable my love for you, I have to hold it in
Were I to say the words out loud, then that would be a sin
You belong to another, and you never can be mine
Even though you are so perfect and most certainly divine
Unsayable the thoughts I think, unsayable the dreams
Where you and I are well immersed in passion's flowing streams
Unsayable it will remain, though in my mind we speak
I'll bear this love inside my heart until I'm old and weak.
And then if you are still around, and if you're finally free
Unsayable will find a voice and speak for you and me.
Inspired by Nette's Contest Theme
Turned over to a sexual revolution,
evolved to hijacked rainbows.
Graceless hearts deprave the mind,
a diseased façade of freedom,
to redefine every right and wrong.
Prophesied last days ushering
the Bride of Christ persecuted.
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Contest: Unsayable
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Written: 11.22.17
When summer falls away,
I find myself beneath a bending willow.
Inside myself, I'm weeping along with it
as its supple limbs tremble in September's wind.
A harvest moon appears as if to mock the sun,
a sun which not so long ago had shone profoundly.
The willow's branches sweep the shadows of fleeting days.
I shiver in the gloaming.
They scream a soundless soliloquy,
skeletal sentinels contorted,
once proud standards displaying jubilant banners.
The tidal push rushes in, out, in, out
about ashen bones,
marking where moorings anchored
before life swept away to sea.
Copyright, November 25, 2017
Faye Lanham Gibson
We feast on Camembert and red wine
observing the pageantry of incandescent stars
reflected through halo’s fervid laughter and love.
I drink merrily as thud of whipped delirium
hammers excruciating pain off on, from my brain;
Veiling the limited instances of life’s ungodly time
That I cradle within--- this mute, unsaid goodbye.
Unsayable Contest hosted by Nette Onclaud
23 Nov 2017
Sometimes it seems like a distant dream,
and I half-wonder if she was a wild figment of my imagination,
but faded photographs, now the only reminder,
prove to me that the relationship was real, that she was real.
Yet, we went from pure passion to stony silence;
and, again, I question if things were ever that good between us,
or if my memory is playing tricks, as Proust would probably argue?
written 25 November for Nette's Unsayable contest
Unsayable Things:
I still keep my hands
full with great hopes &
Best Wishes
for me always
it has always been
my greatest sin.
On a balmy afternoon,
In the whisper of tall grass,
And faint sigh of breeze-stirred trees;
I feel Your presence.
My Pure Heart & Pure soul always said that
The only thing I really need in my real life now, is only you.
Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields,
sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart.
Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work,
slipped through my fingers, forever lost in the soil!
A young entrepreneur’s euphoria evaporated into thin air.
My heart painfully shattered beyond repair by the shrapnel
of irremediable loss, anger and bitter disappointment.
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Contest: Unsayable (7 lines)
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 2nd
© 24th November 2017
Years after WW II ended, shrapnel from exploded bombs
was still to be found in all the area where my grandpa’s
farm was - in the vicinity of Hal Far military aerodrome.
A man used to visit from time to time, with horse and cart,
buying anything made of metal; we called him the metal man.
I confess, there are many things I want to and should change.
But by the same token, there are things better left as I found them.
The moth doesn't need an assist from me to make him a better butterfly.
Oh, I just want to make it easier and better; but better by whose standard?
If the sign says, "beware of dog", why would I doubt and not heed? Be wise.
If the notice says, "Do not disturb", why would I even consider going right in?
It's never more true that fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
11232017 PS Contest, Unsayable, Nette Onclaud, 6P
Unsayable Irresponsibility
Inside the festive bar, drinks free flowed
To swaying music, hips and lost inhibitions.
Beer and spirits rivered down the mountain,
Splitting carefree trees in need of shaking,
With queue of law hanging on their branches,
Cues, of the wrath of drinking and driving.
Some heed, most drive to someone's goat.
11/23/17
UNSAYABLE - Poetry Contest
How proud and unmoving this winter oak
which stands erect, alone, glorifying itself--
those flaked leaves mocking autumn's request.
I observe such chilled indifference, arrogant like me
who cannot twirl like a warm bamboo and display
tender intimacies in any human relation. Aloof,
I cannot find kindness to share my own shade.
Nette Onclaud Contest--Unsayable
24 Nov 2017
a strange world after life in the womb
eager to grow , curious to see, running on energy
the bell tolls as the pages turn
battered by weather and wrinkled
broken teeth, broken heart, deaf ears,
soul all unrecognizable
Growing old broken!
11/23/2017
Unknown Unsayable
As I sleep with shuttered eyes, closed;
Bed time my teeth enclosed in a jar;
I can't speak, asleep can't speak no teeth;
Got something to say, Can't speak, dangers around me;
Eye closed encase in darkness, lips and mouth lock;
Got something to say,So frighten still can't talk, can't open mouth;
Unknown terrible thrill, can't see or speak, UNSAYABLE
11/25/17
FOR CONTEST: 'UNSAYABLE'
Sponsor name: nette onclaud
Escaping realities of dimensional virulent voids
Thrown upon abstruse ambivalent planes of existence
Where angels dare to dream; demons disseminate our thoughts
Deception and illusion manifest as pandemonious processions preside
Where gentle souls stroll like marionettes in theatres of tragedy
And the clowns cannot remove their makeup: a permanent frown
Echoes of whispers trapped within the infinite confiscated continuum.
Nov.23.2017
UNSAYABLE
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
In the interview board of the portfolio
The question asked,
How so? Is it not fornication?
The ripley's reply was negative.
“As you shifted the family tree into a money plant
This is basically a spine inclination in influencing.
The shadow and the light. And the gray in daylight.
The intrepid tree shall learn to grow there. There.”
The question paper was asking again. “P.O Box?”
The mustang speed in the reply came, “ Digital, greetings?”
“You tell me, at all. Since it is all about you. Is it not?”
Pondarance.
Stress or,
May or,
Say or,
Vit D Organic!
Lines. Line breaks. Different strokes. Different brushes.
To spell oracle these days you need simply three.
Wind catcher sounds
“P-reach”, Saucer and UFO!