Best Unsecured Poems
A THIEF CALLED TIME
“Time is the thief you cannot banish”
Phyllis McGinley writer 1905-1978
All that live upon this earth
dwell on borrowed time,
for the human race every
single day that passes by
is a payment off an unsecured
loan, that gifted at birth.
While time can be a wondrous friend
beware when of one’s greatest enemy,
waiting for it sometimes an age
when running out, be afraid.
Centuries ago, time became
a science a complex measure
yet never tamed, only caged
as it ticks and tocks away,
when it calls, one’s life becomes
a hired boat sailing
certain to run aground.
But time never ceases
unlike the human body
in need of a good night’s sleep,
as it steals away one third
of everyone’s life time.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Categories:
unsecured, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
whether bound and dragged
behind a pick-up
‘til limbs slowly dismember
or shackled hand and foot
then tossed unsecured
into the back of a rolling
makeshift coffin
whether judge, jury or executioner
all don the same hat
and fancy themselves a God
and your only crime was to exist
in pigmentation unlike their own
let us not forget our tears
our laughter, our blood
our date with mortality
these common threads
that bind us
Categories:
unsecured, discrimination, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
THE MONSTER YOU DREAD
i can’t handle rejection,
the unhug of perfection.
a piercing scream of perplexion —
my complexion streaked
grouted and piqued.
i backhanded you by
closing the splintered door,
vainglorious to the core —
now you can’t see the open sore.
you never uncovered, never looked,
never came to find me, i’m overlooked.
hiding beneath the bed, i’m the monster
you dread — tear-salted tongue, the martyr
with claws tearing at my skin - my fear
that she sips her coffee carelessly - oh dear...
the suicidal stripes down my cheeks sear
as my mother wanders through her year.
if only a look, a hug, a kind word spoken
to me would tear me from this sea forsaken —
this torrent, harangue of waves, haplessly
dashing, against heart and soul. if only a creak,
a scintilla of light would peek into
my claustrophobic space, saving me from me.
but i, only i...must resolve, unhinge the lock,
step out and see the clearing of the crock...
all alone on my private island - its unsecured dock.
i pretend it never mattered but carry the doom
within my flesh, my invisible childhood looms.
ready at turn to rear its misshapen head, its claws
digging into a buried past — all my flaws...
jealousy pops up in the middle of my joy
i stomp the frenetic beast, clawing its face.
i refuse to be that monster, that disgrace!
6/14/2019
Move me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
unsecured, childhood, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Seven cities sat* silently in the sandstorm**
Waiting as the wind whipped around wickedly**
Dun walls draped with dirt and dust**
And the darkened sun desperately seeking a dim scenery*
But as the unsecured boards were battered and broken about
Clapping clappers clipping** the next scene
The humans huddle in the hovels hiding and hidden**
From the farce of the ferocious furor, full of fear**
But then, as suddenly as it started, it subsides**
As silence settles** and the sand sifts** down
Down to the ground and gravel
And carefully eyes peek out of slits and keyholes
Seeing the first rays slice through the haze
Defining from pastel to watercolor to crisp bristle brush
Even if the voice of the cities are still hush*
There is a stirring of life
Of hope
In the end of stormy strife***
*personification
**alliteration
***metaphor
Categories:
unsecured, nature, storm,
Form:
Alliteration
They call him Snerd,
Snerd the bird,
But he’s not as absurd
As Lerd the third.
Now that’s a bird,
Whose squawks are blurred
With fanciful words
That I’ve never heard.
Now I overheard,
Lerd the third,
Say our friend Snerd,
Is actually furred;
Like from a herd,
That’s not of birds,
Of which wrong stirred
Our lovable Snerd.
So perturbed Snerd
Was then referred,
To, Rare Bird
Who lives undeterred
In the cliff’s of Hurd.
Then to our friend, Snerd,
Rare Bird conferred
These few good words.
“Friends are preferred,
So don’t be spurred
By Lerd the third.
He’ll be transferred
With other cur’ds
On Monday the third.”
Said, Rare Bird of Hurd,
Word for word.
So our friend, Snerd
Dispatched these words
To Lerd the third.
“Your curse words
Will not be endured!
I’ve since matured,
And have secured
The truth from Rare Bird.”
What then occurred
Is Lerd the third,
Was left unsecured
With his own herd
Of the absurd.
And we’ve been assured
He’ll soon be interred
Unless he gets cured.
Categories:
unsecured, bird, fun, wisdom,
Form:
Monorhyme
Bedtime Prayer
A. W. Nutter
Now I lay me down to sleep
Praying for protection from personal fears
Hands trembling as the night draws near
Fighting sleep to avoid an unsecured mind
Where the demons are free and unconfined
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Spirit broken, forced into submission
Withdrawing from the pain and humiliation
Nightmares vanish as I suddenly awaken
Two hours of sleep and physically shaken
If I should die before I wake
Swallowing two pills sitting beside my bed
Trying to kill the shadows inside my head
Spiritual trip to hell will be especially rough
Taking all the pills, praying they’ll be enough
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Categories:
unsecured, death, imagination, introspectionsleep,
Form:
Rhyme
"NOTA"
What is up with all the hate talk?
Venomous tongues poison the air.
The rhetoric is full of stench,
it seems to be everywhere!
Those running for higher office
honestly could not care less,
about the tone of their campaigns
and the way each other they address!
The derogatory statements.
The very flippant attitudes,
when did the decency go south,
and they wants votes in gratitude???
One gets off putting women down.
The hidden message of this gist,
this he would lie and above all deny,
he's a closet misogynist!
The other has an email issue.
It refuses to go away!
If top secrets were sent unsecured,
how is that good for the U.S.A.?
What does one do, there is no good choice,
which one to keep and the other dump?
Dump the email server problem,
or definitely dump the chump!
I've made my decision on this,
I pondered with a push and a shove.
I will cast my vote for "NOTA!"
"NOTA" is "None Of The Above!"
WTA-IV 4/17/2016
Categories:
unsecured, imagery, november, political, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Let my pen cry unto this paper, and perhaps your shoulder that it may need to be heard once more
All my life I have struggled to fit in, self conscious of the world and its eyes that see it all
I too regret many things, mistakes that changed my life forever
Sitting here weeping my eyes out in anguish I try to stay strong and yet I fall even deeper with every scene
I knew not of love until she came into my life
Little did I know about affection and care led alone a hearts embrace
If only I could go back in time and amend much of the pain that has toppled me now
Will death just come and make my bed, I can't deal with my mesmerizing mind that takes me back
Back to the unchanging past, history buried underneath many smiles and fake laughter
I am to be to my lonesome since the very start
No one can ever help me, amend me of my pain
Unsecured of who I really am, and I weep desperately seeking answers
Let the melody tune my eyes that they may see
Forgotten to the world I shall become, for I have caused enough pain, I am my own enemy
Underneath it all I have a heart of gold
I write in her name always, for she inspires the butterflies that dwell deep in my stomach
Allow me to cry on your shoulder
Let's stand on the edge of the cliff, and after I grow faint in your eyes just push me off
Happily I shall go, leaving nothing behind but my written art, to whom it may appeal
This is your cordial invitation to my hearts funeral
Categories:
unsecured, allegoryme, world, cry, life,
Form:
Free verse
O’ no, the Washington swamp media rails
and the hypocrites are all telling tall tales.
A war plan group chat
on an unsecured app
but how soon they forget Hillary’s emails!
Fly boys were good to go in their cockpit
and the Houthi strike targets were all hit.
A successful mission plan
unlike Joe’s Afghanistan
so those filled with outrage are full of sh-it!
Written: March 2025
Note: unlike Afghanistan this mission was
a well planned and executed attack
on Houthi rebels in Yemen with no
US servicemen killed or injured yay!
Only bad guys died on this op.
So congratulations to all involved.
Categories:
unsecured, military, war,
Form:
Limerick
A primeval well accepted tradition
Once married a girl need to adjust
Even if the in-laws burn her to death
Put on a smile in front of the society
No authority to follow owned rights
Yes to all decided by unity except her
Get up each day with warmth for all
Even when it kills her thousand times
As marriage is a constitution to drive
Change the life of a girl without asking
A man’s world widely accepted by all
Women after all seen “behind” success
Esteem is so called the wealth of men
In the chauvinistic driven modern world
We talk of technology and progression
Yet the hearts within still unsecured
If women will really get empowerment
Will hamper our proclaimed self esteem
Keep them in veils, trap them in rituals
Many societies follow such strategy!!!
Safety and security for working women
Still a big question in this global forum
As change is feared to accept equality
Devils in form of men disgrace the esteem
Shaking the humanity and human culture
Acclaimed as the posh section of society
Hiding the deeply wore scorn in their face
Still there are instances so vivid and clear
Where prime religion is to worship Women
World prospers, whirls air particles in cheer
Why then apprehensions at some places
Still to accept the esteem of each other
Equation will be so fruitful and simpler
Self esteem of each will increase by itself
Protect a culture which gives growth to all
Adopt new changes and walk with time
Acceptance without exception…
Adds to self esteem of nation’s emblem
Categories:
unsecured, religion, social, upliftingself, girl,
Form:
Free verse
It was a long time ago
When I first saw your face
And I knew in that instant
My heart was captured in grace.
But how could I know,
If your heart opens its door?
I’m a stranger you don’t know,
Someone you haven’t seen before.
Oh have I tried?
To capture your eye
Oh have I failed?
With tears on my eye.
It was a short time before
When I first talked to you.
Your voices are honey to my ears
And your smile just wiped my tears.
Surely I didn't know
That your smiles are all deceitful
Your lips were speaking out lies
And your beauty was wolves disguise.
I never knew it for sure
Why my heart is still not cure
Its wound was just too painful
And its beat was unsecured.
I wanted you to understand
That all I want is to be your friend
But I didn't know I was speaking the lies
When deep down I was screaming “Good-bye!”
Ever did I believe?
That you would treat me like a thief.
After all those I have tried
You act like I’m a spy.
You’re angels for adults,
But devil to the others.
You have beauty on the outside,
But ugliness kept inside.
I won’t regret of loving you
Nor regret of needing you.
For my heart knew its true love
And it’ll forgive what had happened above.
But I regret a thousand times
For choosing you at first sight
And yes I do regeret more
For playing on love when I was bore.
Haven’t I known your true face now?
But look at me, I still allow
My two-face heart to fall in lust
With the person who’s got no trust!
I called you in a million times
You put me out just one try
My patient had no longer last
And my tears began to dry.
Should I say “Good-bye my love”?
Or should I cry “When will I’m heard”?
It’s just too simple for now I get
That I just wanted to be your friend.
Categories:
unsecured, lost love, sad, heart,
Form:
Elegy
I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan.
I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone,
to be courting a disaster if I take a major road,
with no brake lights or blinkers and no cover on the load.
I took me time by driving slow but then uttered in disgust,
when I saw a blue light flashing in amongst the swirling dust.
No blinkers and no brake lights, and added to the cop’s report,
was the unsecured load and so I’ve booked a day in court.
This meant a day off work for the ‘bluey’ stated ten o’clock.
I dressed up in a suit and tie for me day out in the dock,
but as I sat back and listened at the cases being heard,
I was getting pretty restless - ‘cause the protocol’s absurd.
They said ten o’clock be there and when one o’clock had passed,
call goes out ‘its lunchtime,’ and so I gave the clerk a blast.
I told him I’m a working man and that he’s wasted half me day,
so how much longer must I be here, before I can get away.
The clerk didn’t offer favours and in fact he didn’t budge.
He mentioned quite sarcastically “Why don’t you ask the judge?”
So I sauntered back in to the court and waited for me turn,
and listened to the judgments that are handed down quite stern.
And then the call goes out for me and so I walk toward the dock.
The judge looked up and said “Hold on, it’s gone past four o’clock,
and then declared “Court is adjourned; I’ll hear your case next week.”
I thought, “You bloody rotten mongrel! I’ll give you some cheek.”
Just as the judge had turned his back, I let out with a spray,
“Hey listen here you goat, I can’t miss work another day!”
He spun around and glared at me, and with a sharp retort,
“I’m fining you one hundred dollars - for contempt of court.”
A hundred bucks! You mongrel … and so I pulled me wallet out.
The clerk scurried up beside me for what he thought that I’m about.
“You don’t have to pay it now” he said -
“I know you pair of nerds,
I'm just seeing if I have enough for two more flamin’ words.”
Categories:
unsecured, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
For boys like me,
who think quitting is a better passport
to create dreams, remember Eisten.
For boys like me,
whose brains are fire & water, oceans are splashes of thoughts interwoven.
Its unbroken. unwritten. Unsecured.
Its carnal desires are sore throat hurts.
List your spiritual needs before the wind pilot light & song echoes into sound of time past.
Boys like me don't give up but fight on.
For boys like me,
whose fingers hold dreams daily. Separate yourself from the role the society foist in you to carry like shadow.
I have never give up from a quest to
be better that was why I made poetry a father to help gather my sanity always.
For those boys like me...
On your sisters bodies are another world created by your parents' sarcasm.
Boys like me don't live by that ideology.
For boys like me,
home is a prison yard like schools are but don't you speak ill of it but if you do,
Call yourself a brave man for that is the first step of becoming a man of purpose.
Find freedom & resourceful enterprises, men are men at the crossroad of loneliness and loveliness and liveliness.
Teach your tongue to hold death ransom
I have done that like a million times & never was I burn by it fierce spirit.
Boys like me find freedom and power.
For boys like me,
whose mind is to stop the growth of dead bodies around the cracked world,
Whose dreams are to build more schools that bridge ignorance & stupid monk,
For boys like me,
Whose fingers are learning to beat down our playground which has been turned into a graveyard; your eyes will not see darkness of this ancestry ancient lies told by our leaders to rule wickedly.
Boys like me are not lion running after survival.
For boys like me in their dreams
Words are only our weapon of warfare,
It last longer than time and survival,
Train yourself in the act of wordwars
And let your face be carved on the sky.
©John Chizoba Vincent
From_A_Refusing_Frustration.
Categories:
unsecured, abuse, africa, anger, art,
Form:
Ballad
Those feeling unsecured,
who be in brokered deal need,
listen to this vary interesting message carefully
I got what you don’t have,
but what you want financed desperately
You most certainly can get it from me,
this promissory promise
gets my profit lending approval
My actuary guarantee ... you can bank on it!
I’m a giver of usury
And I take no pleasure
in taking your vital possessions —
The necessary things you and yours
need to survive
But I most assuredly will repossess them
should you not comply
To the fine print agreement
that was co-signed on the dotted line
I’m a giver of usury
For every dollar you borrow from me,
I will want two returned,
vary quickly
I am bound by the loan shark code of honor,
to bite the hand
which fail to repay me
This is the default judgment
agreed upon by you, with much debt gratitude
Signed in sweat and blood
to receive the money
In the long run,
I made you so short-term happy
In deed, I am a giver of usury
Categories:
unsecured, money, philosophy, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Terror unending
Bliss unendured
Iron will unbending
Love unsecured
If God be willing
Truth will be found
In some bird's bright trilling
In some bell-like sound
And if walls should crumble
And towers should fall
My heart will be found
Buried under it all
Categories:
unsecured, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme