Best Unspoken Poems
I often scribble in the sand
The words I find so hard to say
And hope the wind will come along
And blow them all your way.
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Contest: Simply Beautiful
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placing: 2nd (April 2015)
Contest: Five Lines or Less
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Placing: 2nd (April 2014)
Published in:
PS: It’s Still Poetry Volume II ~ (1 Jan. 2022)
ISBN-13:? 979-8793344418
Born of glaciers, rivers flow,
turquoise ice and untouched snow,
deep green valleys far below,
ancient stands of hardwoods grow.
Icy rivers running deep,
through the mountain's midnight sleep,
darkened waters crest and leap,
earthbound secrets rivers keep.
Stoically the mountains stand,
nurturing the age-old land,
born before mere time began,
when Earth was pure, devoid of man.
River rocks were once rough stone,
water-smoothed, by eons honed,
each grain of sand is sand alone,
truths unspoken lie unknown.
Listen to the waters speak,
every river, ocean, creek,
there lie answers all must seek,
flowing from the mountain's peak.
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Her dress flowing, I watch her laugh as she runs through the trees
They stand tall at her regality, bloom full with her smile
She glides as if on air; her grace natural, incomparable
The breeze blowing through her hair, she seems unreal
As if specific time and ability was spent on her alone
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
The admiration in his eyes or the hopes in his heart
She pulls light out in everything she’s around
I see her light in him; watching as his face glows
There is nothing in this world worth more to him
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
How he would give everything he has to make her smile
…everything that he is to make her love him
He stares in her eyes and I see all that she is reflected back
I look at her watching him, and he has no idea
…that she smiles because he is already everything to her
Unspoken words, whispers on the waves of the ocean,
Time memories create a world for our friendship to live in.
You always heard the echos of my soul,
The dance within the shadows.
Friendship wears many a face.
Bonds of time, an era long gone by, an imprint of a lifetime
What the heart does, the soul follows, it remembers.
Words are merely a cue sheet,
The stroke of the ink becomes the drumbeat of a song called life.
I remember you, the essence in the weave of life.
Across the distance of time, I wish I could have said what I wanted to you,
Though your life burned shortly in the sky, I remember.
These are the unspoken words,
There are so many unanswered questions, yet I know what happened.
I followed you in the years to come in your footsteps never knowing,
Your art would become the edit of words.
We all have our path.
You may have chosen to end your life with secrets.
The power and essence of you were will live in the fabric of my soul.
I shall remember the woman that made me laugh.
The dance that was once our friendship.
The era that was once your life.
There are times
when conversation ceases
and words become
unnecessary,
giving way to
sparkling eyes,
gentle hands,
knowing smiles.
These speak volumes
regarding love,
affection,
friendship.
The roots of which
are firmly set
in bygone years,
growing ever stronger
with each tomorrow.
I carefully adjust the mask, before I face the day,
the one that I've been wearing ever since he went away.
His coming brought a happiness like one I'd never known.
His going left an emptiness that chills me to the bone.
His sisters and the others try so hard to take his place.
For their sake I must smile and show of sorrow not a trace.
My firstborn and my only son, of whom I was so proud.
I mourn the boy and the man, but nevermore aloud.
The mask allows me to go on, I work, I write, I play.
Only when at last alone, I put the mask away.
By: Joyce Johnson
For contest "It's Mask Time" placed no. 8
Won a 3rd place
He held my hand, not one word was spoken
Then a ring he offered as a token
He could not ask for marriage
For fear I might disparage
His eyes conveyed sentiments unspoken
* Entry for Adeleke's "Unspeakable Love" contest
as the weight of my breath becomes
one heavy mist gathering smoke
on the floor, until i holler inside my lungs
as if to collapse or disintegrate
into a pool of mashed bones…
i call you privately
a silence totally numbing my senses,
through nipped murmurs as we are now
strangers in the rain with fractured hands,
drunk on interludes of unfinished tunes
while the moon in your eyes blinds me, naked.
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Contest of Laura Loo: Deep and Dark ll
Submitted 10/25/2017
Anger shrouds my sorrow,
a storm rages deep within.
Questions without answers
swirl around my mind.
Damn! this emotional confusion.
Why the sacrifice?
Why the trade off?
Was it loneliness?
Was it greed?
Damn! the sadness I cannot feel.
Did you love me?
Were you proud of me?
Did you even care?
Why didn’t we talk?
Damn! your legacy of silence.
Rage! Rage! against the death of the light.
I curse the words unspoken, the truth not shed.
Why God?...Why?...Why must we part before the heart to heart?
I didn't get to tell him
He didn't get to know
Just how much he meant to me
How much I loved him so
And he didn't need to tell me too
I knew he felt the same
But yet, we slowly drifted apart
And both must take the blame,
We let both friends and relations
Influence the path to take
Listening to them, instead of our hearts
Was one of our biggest mistakes,
Different interests too, came between us
We forgot to make time for each other
So, instead of being two people in love
We were more like sister and brother,
There was no formal ending
We simply walked away
To a lifetime of heartbreak and regret
For the words we didn't say.
Your gaze speaks softly -
I love you without a sound,
heartbeats seal the vow.
I didn’t get to tell him,
He didn’t get to know
Just how much he meant to me
How much I loved him so
He didn’t need to tell me too
I knew he felt the same
But yet, we slowly drifted apart
And both must take the blame,
We let our friends and relations
Influence the path to take
Listening to them, instead of our hearts
Was one of our greatest mistakes
Different interests too, came between us
We forgot to make time for each other
Instead of being two people in love
We were more like sister and brother
There was no formal ending
We simply walked away
To a lifetime of heartbreak, and regret
For words we didn’t say.
Here are my thoughts;
Put down to paper,
Here are my memories;
Written in stone,
Here are the words;
I left unspoken,
Here are the feelings;
That I left alone.
You've always managed;
To steal my stare,
You've always managed;
To make me smile,
You've always managed;
To look so beautiful,
You've always managed;
To seem versatile.
You've never hurt me;
With harsh words,
You've never hurt me;
With a broken truth,
You've never hurt me;
With sticks or stones,
You've never hurt me;
Throughout our youth.
We've always been friends;
Despite the rumors,
We've always been friends;
Despite the years,
We've always been friends;
Despite the lies,
We've always been friends;
Despite the tears.
We always see each other;
Yet, we don't speak our true feelings,
We always see each other;
Yet, the mystery's never broken,
We always see each other;
Yet, our thoughts are withheld,
We always see each other;
Yet, these words are unspoken...?
Many words remain unspoken;
secrets are thus created.
some are secrets of intimacy,
desire and unshared memories.
Whilst others are long since
forgotten as time has passed.
Thoughts unshared are the
essence of hidden fantasies that
belong in the land of the imaginative.
Words when spoken become ripples
that grow into waves that flow
within us all becoming part of
our minds and souls.
Unspoken words are words that
are now lost in the ocean of
lost time; time is the element
uncontrolled by anything or
anyone.
Remain unspoken and time
passes by like a river flowing
through undiscovered land.
Words are meant to be spoken
for secrets are rarely welcome;
secrets are what become the
creator of lies and deceit.
Unspoken words; release them
from the confines of imagination
and they shall become part of
the magic of life itself.
he walks in and I can see . . .sweet eyes mirroring my same devotion
Feb 26, 2021
for JCB Brul Without Saying I Love You Poetry Contest