Best Unscripted Poems
Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”
of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate
heated rage
such opera the workings of
fallible human hearts~ such a
masterful organ still an infant
unwinding with tyrannic-like
stops and starts
Where would poetry be
without feeling words
and colorful flourishes?
Where? Without reckless splashes
on canvas wall and trampled over
floor – saturated flamboyant
brushes ever mixing and dabbing
seeking and grabbing smoothing and
rubbing out fillings satisfying
while definitions left
spatially wanting
for the poet draws as he writes
from wells deeper tributaries distant
less regulated winding streams of uncoagulated self
seeing one's soul somewhere between ignorance
and all knowing ever greater for its never finding
ever seeking ever flowing
Indeed “life is but a stage,”
every breath a potential scripted
unscripted page every exhale a new dissolve
for the air to take hold of and fly with
Never cheat ambient emotion
of heights and potential lows
Never set passion wastefully adrift
let the spirit give full body a heartfelt
push into uncharted always somewhat
perilous yet marvelous revealing lift–
Categories:
unscripted, art, inspirational, passion, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Line of inquiry:
"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
In an erratic existence
this ad hoc state of mind,
treads upon random paths,
to reach the doorsteps of my fate.
Those who find structure in scriptures,
let them be guided towards their remedy.
I hope they find what they seek,
but my spirit keeps spinning
like a whimsical roulette,
relying upon the universe
to weave rhythms of cosmic threads,
nourishing my soul in ethereal elixir.
I have read so many scripts of stone,
but my quill writes in impulsive ink,
rebelling against confined expression,
composing an unrehearsed sinfonia,
in an attempt to create and connect.
Unlike the moon,
we appear and disappear
like impromptu stars.
Burning into life, but blameless,
full of innocence, purifying eyes,
briefly guiding those who choose to gaze.
There is an art to being human.
Interpretation is an abstract perception.
Our hearts portray kaleidoscopic emotions,
so in my palette of unscripted intuition,
I shed the chains of conscience doubt.
In the essence of every brushstroke,
I breathe life to improvised affections.
Categories:
unscripted, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Didactic
And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.
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erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away
saves stack each upon each
Categories:
unscripted, age, anxiety, depression, future,
Form:
Haibun
A calling to arms but with words do I fight
thoughts doing battle each sleepless night
A blessing to some, but to me just a curse
Bleeding my soul in unscripted verse
The muse does her calling
there's no matter of time
to the masses I'm speaking
in free form or rhyme
The letters they drip from an unstable brain
they may look like happy but they're purely insane
The twists and the turns,
the wheels always churn
so lend me your lighter
let's watch them burn
Categories:
unscripted, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Eloquent song bird, what ancient lyric do
You sing with timeless unrehearsed voice?
Unscripted from beyond memory, known to
You from your birth; in song do you rejoice?
Oft unseen, by melody your presence known,
Without effort the silent distance enriched.
Your enchanting song in the drifting wind blown,
In each melodic phrase our senses bewitched.
At each dawning, in song you are set apart,
In all your seasons a million notes you sing,
From deepest woodland thicket you pour your heart,
And to our world, unknown to you, magic bring.
B. Stebbings
12/04/2019
Categories:
unscripted, bird, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
f o r g i v e n e s s
is the window
to unknot the twigs of tainted trees,
where cuffed anklets
around the star-struck skin of
seraphic silhouettes
feel the suppressed sighs
of the ice-moon,
while
cocooned in a nest
of clamorous clouds,
blanketing rivers of love
flowing within
the esoteric orb,
like the raining snowdrops,
designing a bed of purity and humility,
to rinse the remnants of
stinging sorrow,
pricking thin feathers of phoenix wings
in compassionate clemency,
sealed in envelopes
carrying inked veins of a
weeping violin...
and as the city lights
adorn the panoramic view
of this bleeding boulevard,
I search for a verb
that hides between verses,
woven from heartbeats
of you and I
from pools of poems
poignantly painted
within closed pores
of persimmon pages,
locked with glimpses and polaroids
of
unscripted
t o m o r r o w
that only the soul of swirling
comets
can decipher~
for this is a tale
of peacock butterflies,
mirroring blue-ringed topaz,
like hibernating eyes
that seek not
ephemeral effervescence
jinxed by the touch of
two-faced artists,
performing hypocrisy
in perfect tenor,
like alchemists
dressed
in neon fairy lights.
So take these words
as memoirs of m e r c y
this soul is the soil~
where chamomiles bloom
in the glass garden
of forget-me-nots,
as my mind is
a beloved heritage,
awaiting drizzling rays
condensed with contentment;
a tempest
sedated and subdued
in
ultraviolet grace…
Categories:
unscripted, forgiveness, friend,
Form:
Free verse
Compressive closeness
Enchanted vision crumpled
In collapsed distance.
Transparent closeness
Masked reality unveiled
In snapped relation.
Demanding closeness
Stifled freedom fragmented
In ego crisis.
Transgressive closeness
Nascent emotions smothered
In timed attraction.
Unscripted closeness
Unfinished story shelved
In dark memory.
December 10, 2017.
Categories:
unscripted, break up, relationship,
Form:
Senryu
its a new day i've gotta make a million today
and either way they gon hate so never mind what they say
i look in the mirror to move past the passe
i work to turn fear into yesterday
my ambition is pitiless
bottomless, hideous
if happiness can exist only in acceptance
please accept the fact im happiest in independence
please accept me and my introspection
please accept my need for more than just reflection
an outward projection of my innermost imperfections
self-expression leading to self-correction
i'm here, now, the clouds have all lifted
some soul food for the unrepressed and the afflicted
its like my whole mindset has shifted
imagine evidence more twisted, its vivid and unrestricted
unscripted, i can't tell whether im committed or addicted
the people want eden but these leaders won't lead'em
the newsfeeds feed'em but the legions need freedom
i am nothing and should be everything
i hope that one day ill settle for many things
Categories:
unscripted, africa, age, black african
Form:
Lyric
I am MacDougal's parrot, he taught me how to speak,
Whenever i repeat an obscene word, he chides, excuse your beak.
It happens when folk ask him, if i'm his cockatoo,
I'll fly into an awful rage, that's when the air turns blue.
He also has a butler, his name is Mister Ree,
Where the only time MacDougal talks, is sitting on his knee.
We are now entertainers, with unscripted repartee,
Where all our jokes backfire, upon the stooge, that's me.
I say, he says, let's holiday, i think i'll fly by air,
Then proffers me a bag of nuts, then says i'll meet you there.
But offstage we're the best of friends, together every day,
And listen to the radio, on stations where they play
The music from our favourite shows, where MacDougal's passions ballet,
While i am quite the opposite, for i'm more Tin Pan Alley.
We read the morning papers, and discuss the daily news,
Where we both agree to differ, and air our different views.
But slowly my suspicions grow, is there something i have missed,
Could MacDougal be a dummy, and Mister Ree his ventriloquist.
I would be disappointed, if it's reality,
Where MacDougal only could exist, with Ree's ability.
9/ 3/ 2018.
Categories:
unscripted, friendship, spoken word,
Form:
Personification
I have a thing for an alluring beauty,
Such a marvelous view to pursue,
I tend to worship in appreciation,
And today I will come beneath you,
In desire of your sincerity, I insist,
Tonight I will color your world beautifully blue.
Mention me in your prayers,
Say something unscripted,
For I have a mind lost in lust,
Will you mend my faith tonight?
Will you blossom upon my face?
Cause today I want to bring your beauty to light.
Let me kneel and prostrate to you,
Let I, not wonder what the naysayers say,
Tonight I will worship you-
And drink from your throne,
I will drop my face in it-
As I proceed to satisfy my need.
Let me bequeath my flavor upon you,
And taste your heavenly nectar,
As I stick my tongue in your petal,
Moistening your pink pistil -
Oh today I will reveal my weakness,
And lick your ovary like a southern salamander.
Categories:
unscripted, addiction, appreciation, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Blank verse
Your heart is a stone
inscribed with cobras, vultures, ribs and reed.
You say what I see is not what you mean.
You confound me with sounds.
One word is a zoo
with water that ripples—
an arm in the pool.
My love is a laser
that dazzles the screen
projecting an image, an effortless read.
And you, so resilient, but ancient, alone
mistrust my projections unscripted in stone.
I can’t help but love an uncrackable code.
With heart holographic, this coupling can float.
May 8 2016
for Hieroglyphs and Holograms Contest
Categories:
unscripted, love, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
It was told that I am a special child
Who exists in a world no one can come
So in my place I can be wild or mild
Without caring for protest raised by some.
I am all alone in this little space
That I wanted something to be with me
Not a living thing but a thing I paced
Or thoughts of candid moments it can be.
I'll be the player of unscripted scenes
An unaware picture of awareness
That people may observe as I am seen
The lessons behind doing things careless.
Maybe at some point I am here for good
In this section where the master is mood.
Categories:
unscripted, anti bullying, beautiful, cheer
Form:
Sonnet
Unbreakable
This honesty allures a heavenly melody
An orchestration of profound serendipity
Deeply engraved before time immemorial
A perpetuation of unique legacy
Untouched by the numbness of life
Innocent, unscripted by a writers’ own
Perfect enchantment of darling buds of life
An extenuation of a ray clustered demeanor
Poised by divine intellect
Immensely sculptured by noble footprints
Blended together, never to be broken
The power of umbilical cord
Perfectly knitted for a winsome pattern
A vivacious embroidery of caramel falls
An inevitable bond spattered trail
Yes, the eternal glow of a twinkling star
Some things are forever
Categories:
unscripted, love, , memorial,
Form:
Acrostic
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Experiences uncovers blues and rhymes one couldn't find
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Culture, law, ethics and education; man learns and understand
Defining, refining and reminding they try to do to mankind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Attempt to break traditions,"outside tries", don't be confined
Falling and committing mistakes will not leave anyone behind
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Reach for something in the distance, consider a wise stand
Drench without inhibitions, "LA VITA E BELLA" bear in mind
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Anxieties, fear, poverty and inferiority they can blind
Yet, live! live! embrace whole life! don't ever decline!
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
Remember! NOT everyone can be given a fair second chance
Affectionate at heart and sagacious mind, manage to combine
Blank pages of life - spontaneous, unscripted, undefined
Begin to indite, though endings pave unsure and unplanned
BY:
olive_eloi
2:14 am
03/28/2014
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Categories:
unscripted, celebration, character, happy, imagery,
Form:
Villanelle
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Categories:
unscripted, dedication,
Form:
Rhyme