Best Unseeable Poems
I can hear the mouthless wind
loudly howling outside my window
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through
the leafless trees
riding the branches wildly
And blowing falling flakes onto every available space
and covering them in white giving them
admirable shapes
Oh yes indeed
what a magical sight to gaze upon
And although I happily enjoyed watching the snow soundlessly gliding down
kissing the ground softly and forming beautiful landscapes
The harshness wind is toothlessly bitting through my bones with its frigidness
So I think it’s time to turn up the fireplace for some heat for my chilly bones
And maybe a cup of delicious hot cocoa to warm my soul
Because
baby it is cold outside
Akkina
2/1/21
Categories:
unseeable, love, nature, wind, winter,
Form:
Free verse
I can hear the mouthless wind,
loudly howling outside my window.
Its wingless unseeable form whipping through the leafless trees.
Ridding the branches wildly,
blowing falling flakes onto every available space,
and covering them in whites,
giving them admirable shapes.
Oh what a magical sight to gaze upon indeed.
And although I happily enjoyed watching the snow soundlessly gliding down,
kissing the ground softly and forming beautiful landscapes,
the harshness wind is toothlessly bitting through my bones with its frigid coldness.
So I think it’s time to turn up the fireplace for some heat to my chilled bones,
and maybe a cup of delicious hot cocoa to warm my soul.
Because
baby it is cold outside…
Fin Chuuk
Categories:
unseeable, december, seasons, snow, weather,
Form:
Free verse
Wisdom Tree
A solitary man
Makes his way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life he knows further and further behind
He wishes to be alone
Away from the busyness
The noise
Responsibility
Activity
Work that is never done
Conflict
The need to be in control
He reaches the mountain top
Sits down and crosses his legs
He looks out at the landscape
His village a small mass of thatched roofs
People unseeable
Smoke rises from a central fire
The lake so small
it looks like it can fit into a wooden spoon
The horizon surrounds him
He feels the pebbles beneath him
Blades of grass are myopically large
He watches as the ants toil
Are their lives not the same?
Seasons change
Summer to fall
winter to spring
He witnesses it all
His beard lengthened
As his mind enlarged
Secrets have been revealed
He’s disconnected yet part of all
The base of him grows into the ground
Others journey to the mountain top
Seeking his wisdom
They sit with him for a while
Never staying for long
Each person takes so that they may give
The wise man transformed
Arms outstretched
reaching to all the horizons
Now covered with leaves
The seasons continue to change
He sends his leaves down to the village
Beckoning them to the mountain
Not wanting to be alone
"Come sit beneath my branches
caress my bark smell my scent
know my soul."
He’s no longer is able to speak
All that he knows
resides in the rings of his seasons
Still he offers wisdom
Put your ear to his trunk
You can still hear his heart beat
His breath whistles through the leaves
His seeds cover your woolen coat
You are a solitary man
making your way down the mountain
One step at a time
Closer and closer to your village
To the ones you love
As you walk through the village
you shake the seeds off your coat
They fall on the fertile ground
The wise man
has finally come home.
Categories:
unseeable, life,
Form:
Free verse
"My shadow flirts with the sun"
and I caress the light
moving to and fro
dancing here I go
My shadow smiles
stealing a glimpse
into things hidden apart
a silhouette straight to heart
Secrets held with the night
an unseeable background take
feelings not faked
preluding permanent sight
"the shadow will soon fade"
but I know as with the sun
the two of us
will be reunited again
"" words of Arthur Vaso"" in quotes
Categories:
unseeable, dark, light,
Form:
Free verse
in faces lined like glaciers
sometimes there's loneliness
that cuts a tow line to safety
air of flux and hostility
over dazed eyes
turbulent modernity
sometimes we yearn for elegance
like a warm shoulder
its edge of acceptance
fitted with precision
yearn to heal a heart in straight jacket pain
to know motivation that punches above the weight
of a fragile frame
to relish the faith of a welcoming hand
to find a community
that bends the bar of one's cage into bracelets
shuffled like a deck of cards
lives seldom remain still
yearning to break an existence slurred by off color jokes
reaching for an unseeable light
a homeward wish
smothering woe
Categories:
unseeable, anxiety, encouraging, home, life,
Form:
Free verse
Upon a time, not so long ago
I saw these things, and locked them away
In the treasure room of my memory:
One sunset, Apocalyptic in its brilliance;
Clouds of opal shimmering,
Flying across a sapphire sea.
The white ruins of an ancient city.
Once home to a great and proud people,
Streets long settled into the silence
Of years marked off by dust,
My footprints in that dust.
And just beneath these things I felt another something
Immense, Unnamable
That lies far below our common perceptions
Like water flowing beneath thick ice.
The knowledge of its prescence,
Felt only in those fragile moments
When images too beautiful for the frailty of words
Burn their way into the depths of our souls,
Has given me that sound I hear now in silence
A clear bell that sounds a tone
Not made by any instrument of Man,
Which stills the frantic revolutions of my reasonings
And gives me back the pure sight I had long ago
Before my childhood disappeared.
In fleeting impressions
Falling through the tempest of experience
That carries us all through life,
I sense this other side of the world,
The calm, steady eye
That holds fast in the center of the cyclonic round
Of Creation and Destruction
That drives the Universe along:
The unmoving Hub
At the center of the infinite wheel.
Sometimes I feel this faraway place
Lying nearer than my latest breath,
Standing firm somewhere beyond all confusion,
And island of strength beyond all substance
Surrounded by the seas of our doubts.
I touch it with my mind, in flashing moments
And it is enough
To bring some peace to the wars of my emotions,
To steady my hands as I guide my life
Towards its unseeable end,
Uncertain and dim in the approaching distance.
Categories:
unseeable, imagination, introspection, mystery, visionaryme,
Form:
Free verse
Hey! butterfly! butterfly!
Wait for me,
And tell me of your dreams.
Have you danced with fairies gay
And found your love and life?
Have you sipped the sweetest gold
And rest on the coloured beds?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Come on me,
And sing me your finest song.
Have you heard the music,
The music of all that is?
Have you seen the unseeable tones,
And swam in the seas scent?
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Rest on me
And tell me what you be.
Have you danced with blossoms
And laid your babes to hatch?
A fluttered dream of worms long dead
The hope of better things to come.
Hey, butterfly, butterfly
Leave me not
But tell,
What do dreams, dream of?
Of worms? of God?
Or Both?
Categories:
unseeable, butterfly,
Form:
Personification
He thought the unthinkable
He saw the unseeable
He spoke the unspeakable
His face was illusion
And his name was Lies.
Categories:
unseeable, confusion, forgiveness, introspection,
Form:
Grook
3.
The Last Good Day
All looks well when half a week's gone,
Though I wish the same might be said
Of the outside world.
As morning sunlight streamed into my lower-floor room
Shining bright among the hopeful on a cooler morning
Just as Gulliver's god was beginning to matter to me again,
Madness claimed the rush hour.
Five random shootings occur
All over the nearby city
Marking the opening
Of a festival of Death
Soon to rage 'til October's end.
Now each day that follows
No one outside of walls can call themselves safe.
Unknown to me then
I was no longer safe myself.
Invisible snipers of a different sort
Collected to come for me.
All seemed so well;
The crashing feeling of the Sitting-Up Ritual
Was receding, the ally of morphine
Less and less required.
But a strange constriction announced itself,
Some subtle, unseeable python
Was beginning to coil about me;
The drawing of breath gets harder and harder from this day forth,
No one seems to know why.
Categories:
unseeable, angst, body, cancer, change,
Form:
Free verse
exploring the contours of a gentle wave
progressing slowly in the near darkness
its w(eigh)(ai)t almost too much to bear
alongside her now, reaching out
from crest to crest, the lines are traced
like a whisper of a breeze, silently caressed
relenting to its momentum, completely engaged
the wave shifts
she turns to him and examines his face
eyes locked, unblinking, a portal
seeing the unseeable, each drawing the other in
each moment a lifetime as two become one
sharing a singularity of feeling, not giving or taking
lifted to the highest places, weightless
simultaneously holding back and progressing
not wanting to end...as one becomes two
the wave forms again and lines are retraced
Goodnight
the dawn breaks
Categories:
unseeable, love, passion
Form:
Beautiful Eyes
of understanding
able to see
the unseeable meanings.
Lovely Eyes
of insight
able to see
every scar within the soul.
Divine eyes
of compassion
able to see
the magnificence of human suffering.
Look at Us
Categories:
unseeable, together,
Form:
Free verse
Unquotable quotes – XVII
The more the spread of the Multi-Verse(s), the less the possibility of purpose in our lives on earth.
In a world chock-full of people where almost everybody wants to be heard, be seen and be remembered, only fools listen to fools and the vain watch the vain and the duped remember the duped..
Only evil-doers think and act as though they can get away with it all for good.
Life humiliates ALL, so what’s the difference if one rises or falls.
Every born being is a ridiculous thing, and most of all the king.
Thinking one can remedy it all – get the better of one’s detractors – before one’s end is the height of gall.
No individual can in all certainty be indispensable to – even – one’s own galaxy – to keep it believable : Is our world of any moment to all the other possible worlds ?
What remains unseen/unseeable is always a mystery to everybody but a few who appear to be inhabited by some alien spirit.
Why do evil-doers always find it always easy to triumph over do-gooders ? The contrary is the case the other way round.
Nothing can change what lies out there – not even with all the goodwill in the world : no man, no god, no will, no sacrifice, no suffering, no prayer, no brilliance, no nothing.
Odd that the most obssesive form of pleasure is still rooted around the portals of birth and excretion.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
unseeable, happiness, mystery, nature, truth,
Form:
Epigram
Look at yourself and tell me what you see
Don't tell me something I know not to be true
Hold the mirror that will show the beauty I see
Your eyes of warmth that have been exposed to things unseeable
Even some unspeakable
Skin so soft and tender to the touch
Fingers run across it and the smell of shae butter and cocoa butter rub off into the air
A body that is so mesmerizing that I feel as if I'm looking at a goddess
But I don't have to take a second glance
You are the goddess I see
Heart, face, eyes and soul are broken
But I have the glue
You have said that you were always ending up alone
Well truth be told you never were
You were just blinded by your past that you couldn't see what was in front of you
Look now because here I am standing before you
Tears fell on the ground but here I am to catch them before they even develop
You were put here on this earth for a reason
You have a destiny that's just yet to be put into light
You have the obligation to live out this life
Your soul will be restored but you have to look beyond your past
The pain will heal when you open your heart to the ones who care
You do have people who care
Don't believe me then look in my eyes
I love you with all my heart
It took me some time to realise and come up with the words because love is a strong word
Once said it can't be unsaid
When I said it and say it I meant it
My words are true
Don't believe me then take a look in my eyes and tell me otherwise
Still don't believe?
Then I will just have to prove to you
As time goes on you shall see that I am being real
Categories:
unseeable, deep, feelings, inspiration, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
The poem that can describe
Just how your soul can touch mine
Is nothing short of a miracle
An inspiration divine.
For all models are incorrect;
All equations fall short.
All words can’t quite reflect,
To describe a thing does distort.
At best, a word is just a symbol,
To weave shadows into solidity.
It is a challenge not so simple
To expose the latent reality.
Glimpsed in the corner of the eye
Steal glance from cave walls to the flame.
All that moves us from inside
The spark from which we came.
Blinding pyre, inchoate conflagration.
Colors all, none, eyes are awed.
Search in vain for a description,
Perhaps the unseeable face of God.
3/5/16
Categories:
unseeable, god, philosophy, poetry, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain
I can see the fiery spark within a blooming flower,
I see the twinkle and shine in every dirty stone.
My imagination runs wild with many adventures,
And my adventures run wild with the creatures that inhabit them.
Beauty is not lost from me.
I know nothing of mythology,
All possibilities are real through my eyes.
I believe in the unseeable entities that are beyond the grown mind,
Like Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy.
Beauty is appreciated by me.
Age crafts a barricade to imagination,
It halts fantasies from flourishing.
Throw away the box, chest, and stronghold to dreams,
Glimpse the fortunes of illusions and whimsy.
Beauty is not wasted on me.
Categories:
unseeable, beauty, childhood, imagination,
Form:
Free verse