Best Unsown Poems
(For Dad ... I love you and miss you, and time doesn't help)
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Of all the loved ones chosen for that final task that saints abhor,
I wouldn't head your list, I'm sure -
your eyes, then staring, empty ...
I sat beside your deathbed, lone, and counted each dry, rattled moan,
the hours ached for seeds, unsown -
with your eyes staring, empty ...
Why was I chosen for this fate that put your end upon my plate?
a blessing, dear, but FAR too late -
now that your eyes stare, empty ...
No more, your prince of ill demands I walked you God-ward, hand-in-hand,
there are no footprints in the sand -
just eyes still staring, empty ...
Soft lullabies, I sang you, tender, meant to quell a well-earned bender,
closeness stamped "Return To Sender" -
dear eyes just staring, empty ...
You squeezed my hand, then let it go, let one last breath out, long and slow,
though you had left us LONG ago -
with your eyes staring, empty ...
At night, I lay me down to sleep and pray the nightmares never creep,
still, what I find there, dark and deep -
are eyes still staring, empty ...
Your sparkling eyes ... now empty.
Categories:
unsown, death, father son, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
The grass is greener on the other side,
So sit on the fence and watch them collide,
The geese fly south to a kinder climate,
As we philosophise to find our fate.
Many say religion shall save your soul,
And this is fine if you wish to be whole,
I'll drift into the mystery unknown,
Planting all my seeds but keep some unsown.
While reap I shall from above and below,
Never knowing truly which way to go,
Keeping my eye on the prize, so to speak,
Remain a gentle man, one of the meek.
Continue down my path till my demise,
Hoping one day I shall call myself wise.
(Ten syllables per line)
Categories:
unsown, analogy,
Form:
Sonnet
In the kingdom's sanctuary,
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice,
the crown's hallowed blame.
Nor adorned- with precious jewels-
reflecting royal might,
even more a symbol of august-authority,
a captivating seep of darkness piercing light.
O, the crown, a stately jest, replacing HIS due crest,
a weight upon the brow, and a blow upon HIS chest.
A burden and a blessing, it graces all all allows.
But behind the sparkling thorns, a story avowed
by Veronica's Veil
and a mysterious shroud that spreads wings
over the land like a tapestry of identity
and title deed over Death and Hell.
Of sacrifice and hardship,
manifolded for Man in a bleed.
The journey, ever burdened, by both heart and hand
and blood of gland to seed.
The guardian of Man and the seas
to land squarely at HIS lap.
He doth drink up the seas.
For a crown oft conceals the trials of a king,
the battles fought within,
the tears that cause the mushroom ripple
of restoring, need.
Each gemstone in a crown
holds a memory, etched-
in our individual and collective soul,
of joys and sorrows, of kingdom’s role,
what then more of a crown of thorns?
It holds souls in it's symboligy and irony.
And as a crown bestows grandeur
on a chosen head,
it whispers tales of triumphs, and whispers
of the once hopeless dead.
For love, is a double-edged sword that can rend mountainous rock into a river for a worthy land.
It can build splendid kingdoms or leave ruins
of heart in unsown empty hand.
So, behold ye the one who wore the crown
of might and love.
For beneath it lay the weight of the World,
to bear our plights of sin and bond.
Thus, let us not envy the crown HE bore.
Instead, let us remember-
the heavy share of load and lighten HIS,
evermore.
If we but listen to his WORD.
Categories:
unsown, art,
Form:
Ode
Halloween Moon Crabs
A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll
Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots
Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls
Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits
October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain
Categories:
unsown, color, malayalam, moon, night,
Form:
Quatrain
As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown
He called it virgin soil or heavens harrowed field
So long ago as I stood in awe of the man and his earth
So clearly I recall the rich scent of tilled broken ground
How the green corn melted with the sky horizons away
His powerful leathered hands how gentle they were
That chiseled brow that could see into tomorrow
He told me the one thing to always remember
A man is only as good as the work he puts into the world
Then that mythical man from my childhood, my dad
Pulled me up into the saddle and whooped at the horse
We headed back to the barn to finish the day’s toiling
Now all these years later I understand his gift of that night
As I stand with my son on the old harrowed pastures…
Categories:
unsown, childhood, father, history, introspection,
Form:
Flame, lightning, midnight sky
science seeks to tell you why
crystals break the light of day
refracting prisms show the way
ears grown on the backs of mice
growing quicker faster rice
science helps to path the way
a better life to build some day
knowledge lost we wish to know
how did the time before us grow
subtle sky's of midnight fire
open up your hearts desire
maths the doorway of our dreams
building new and better schemes
seeking how our life began
science is our bitter friend
from bombs that blow our planet wide
science hides from you no lies
how we use the things we know
can destroy a million lives
from knowledge grown, to space ship flight
science helps bring knowledge light
science opens doors unknown
growing dreams before unsown
Categories:
unsown, change, dream, earth, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked along the sea shore
Unsatisfied, craving for more,
Over my face, the tears rolled,
Burdened with fears, cried my soul.
Pondering over unfulfilled greed,
Regretting for every unsown seed,
I could never stand for myself,
Always too afraid, i confess!
In my life could never win,
As i believed in giving in
Could never put forward my set of proposals
Being too afraid of refusal
Never touched the height of perfection
Being too afraid of “Failure’s” intervention..
Suddenly..
Interrupting my monologue, roared the silent sea
In which i could see,
My FEARS craving for apologies.
Waves seemed too roll down now and then,
May be just to rise again!
Deep thoughts made me realize,
Giving one try worth the price.
As we do not know the depth of risks
Until we dive and drown,
We do not know the height above,
Until we fall on the ground!
We cannot gain until we lose,
To know the value of acceptance,
One has to be refused!
We cannot know the joy of winning,
until we keep it at stake,
We cannot ever reach perfection,
Until we learn from the mistakes we make.
So what if we fall today,
Its just to rise another day!
Even a small ant falls a million times,
Until the wall could be climbed.
A small baby continues to fall,
Until one day he can finally crawl.
With the pain of falling, every bird cries,
Until one day, it learns to fly.
Just like all of them,
WE FALL NOW AND THEN
But
WE FALL TO RISE AGAIN!!!
Categories:
unsown, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Pushed her womb from North to South
Born with a silver spoon in my mouth
I cried and cried and had swollen eyes
Surprised to see, my mother still smiled
Played a lot in her arms
Entered a life full of charms
Believing in all fairy tales heard
Had my own beliefs, though absurd
Then buried under depths of teenage
Pushed into orthodox caverns of stone-age
Amidst I fretted for cramming inked words
Still couldn’t reach the expectations how absurd!
Leaving ‘teen’ entering a new phase
Peeping into the mirror, searching for my true face
Became a good human, gave people smiles
Parents gave an inch, I took it a mile
Got tied with threads of 7 circles
Made promises to stand together against all hurdles
Then my existence took a re-birth
Stood my children unearthed
Took deep care & paved a way for them to live
A reflection of values that yet my parents give
Getting older and older, day by day
Lacking depth, in what I say
As now, that silver spoon has rusted
With nothing left, I stand disgusted
When I was born decades were to come
Now I stand ahead centuries undone
I came in this world and I cried
And could see a world that smiled
& now when I’m going I smile
Leaving behind a world to cry
Covering my body,
With my heart pumping its last beat
All colours fading to a white sheet
Closed my eyes now forever
Knowing I won’t get this life ever
Repenting for all my hurtful deeds
Regretting for every unsown seed
Standing at the Horizon
Where ocean and sky meet
No way to take a turn
Time for me and God to meet
Reaching the Horizon of Life & Death
Phew!
I took my last breath.
Categories:
unsown, birth, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Breath of spring and fresh romances flown
Farther than where clouds their dew have wept!
Hither sweep your hand upon all seeds unsown:
Reap the gold in winter’s wardship kept!
Bashfully, the moon of March ascends,
Shedding rays of silver light on bright
Dreams of green demesnes, whose rousing blends
Green emotions fed by her delight.
Spoiled by sunny streams of warmth, the earth
Lures the mind of man away from cold
Misery to calm, resplendent birth
Shaped anew in firm and fitting mould.
Decked in snowdrops, Spring displays her crown
Carried high by nymphs and satyrs, proud
Envoys quick to hail their queen, whose gown
Cloaks the woods and awes the blooming crowd.
Dozing off on waves of rolling grass,
Lovers breathe the scent of youth and live
Fleeting hours of joy while bees amass
Nectar drops which lilies gladly give.
Transient beauty doomed to die! By what
Spell of old did crass reality
Close the grip of time and swiftly cut
Roots which fed your immortality?
Pleasant summer’s not too far behind,
But by autumn’s end you’ll be asleep,
Bound to rise again within my mind
While, in winter, faithful watch I keep.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
unsown, beauty, death, loneliness, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
In childhood, we saw our tiny world
in brightest kaleidoscopic shades.
There were no greys, only brilliant swirls
of colors that formed vibrant parades
and danced among peridot-green blades.
Our days were varicolored landscapes
of flowers, many sizes and shapes.
We created our secret pathways
dropping blossoms to find our escapes
Childhood's rare world of halcyon days.
As poets, we long to find those times
of innocence and wonders unknown.
We sprinkle colors into our rhymes
But gardens of youth have overgrown
and grey slipped in at edges unsown.
At a fair, is a man making grand
"Kaleidoscopes: Their View Is At Hand!"
As myriad colors of glass spill,
I catch my breath as designs expand
in hues of a world I long for still.
March 10, 2023
for "Word Challenge--K Words Contest"
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables: 9
First Place
Categories:
unsown, childhood, color, innocence, memory,
Form:
Dizain
When I accepted Jesus I was placed on a wall,
To begin laboring for Him with stone I lay.
Whether my personal witness is seen great or small,
I'm accountable to Him for performance each day.
Often I'm found laboring using hands void of skill,
While delving into His word for guidance each day;
I always find precision when laboring in His will,
For at Judgment I'll be accountable for stones I lay.
Nearing life's end, I observe the wall I've built,
Each day God has allowed me I liken to a stone.
He's aware of sin, and days oppressed by guilt,
Of my thoughts, any works, or seed left unsown.
Categories:
unsown, christian, devotion, god,
Form:
Lyric
Platform breezes,
spitting rain,
red brick station,
vintage train.
Take a seat,
relax with ease.
Conductor's voice,
'Your tickets please'
Time to leave,
the whistles cry,
release of brakes,
hydraulic sigh.
Boiler stoked,
the pressure's high,
clouds of steam
feed hazy sky.
Pace increases,
prospects vast,
golden sun,
then shadows cast.
Tunnel vision,
fortunes passed,
speed illusion,
double fast.
Transport systems
side by side,
railways clatter,
waters glide.
Broken buildings
all but hide
industries that
sadly died.
Sleeping coalmines,
unforged steel,
stillness grips
the potter's wheel.
Once fired kilns
no more anneal.
Unemployment
fears turn real.
Dereliction,
overgrown.
Shattered lifestyles,
hope unsown.
City's future
lies unknown.
Lives to whet
on worn out stone.
Climb aboard the yester-train
to days of work, then back again.
S.Tideswell 2nd May 2009
Categories:
unsown, life, political, work
Form:
Rhyme
One last trip down memory lane,
one last look at the house of pain,
with busted windows and empty shell,
and stagnant, stinking, wishing well.
Into the kitchen where love once toiled,
the dish now cold, its flavour spoiled,
no seasoning here, no spice of life,
just a rusting, bloodied, carving knife.
Into the front room where passion once flamed,
the glow long dead, extinguished by blame,
just ashes remain of this funeral pyre,
not even an ember of burning desire.
Back into the garden of nettles and weeds,
its barren black earth unsown by seeds,
the gardener’s gone, his tools are all downed,
he jumped in the wishing well and almost drowned.
One last walk from memory lane,
no last look back at the house of pain,
I hear a voice beyond its walls,
a beautiful voice that echoes and calls.
Categories:
unsown, loss, lost love, passion,
Form:
Those eyes
Wake up exuberance
Welcome early rituals
Wittily warming pop tarts
Whimsy’s gaze flirts away frowns .
Those eyes
Scan pages, screens, faces
Strip lovely from ugly,
Sublime from crass illusion
Cynicism yet unsown.
Those eyes
Tears well up in wonder
Trying to comprehend
Troubling implications of
Truths terribly distorted.
Those eyes
Rest in grown-child slumber
Reaping dream’s mythologies
Reset to rap-fringed music
Receiving wisdom’s jewels.
Those eyes
Beam gentle radiance
Blazing bright potential
Brilliant points of Monday’s hope
Bedazzling Friday’s despair.
Those incredible eyes.
Categories:
unsown, daughter, hope, life, love,
Form:
Alliteration
choka
amid the grasses
a white beauty blossoms wild
each tiny petal
bestows great honor
along the graven tombstones
volunteer, unsown
Categories:
unsown, symbolism, tribute,
Form:
Choka