Best Unswayed Poems
If l could be an object
A lighthouse l would be
Steadfast , strong, independent
Guardian and keeper of the sea
A solitary proud yet humble figure
Weathering mother natures seasons
Never faltering of its purpose
Or questioning its reason
Reliable and reassuring
A towering pillar so stately
Guiding souls of the sea home
Back to land and safety
A powerful beacon of light
One of hope and aid
Knowing but forever silent
An endless sense of purpose unswayed
Categories:
unswayed, light, ocean,
Form:
Rhyme
Through whispers that furrow the silence, the cursing horn sounds,
Over plains of shadow the dusk of night descends all around.
Hyperion of night glows with embers beneath lids of silver light,
In silence watches over sparse poplars, caressed by the moon's delight.
Dreaming of the scent from deep, dark woods, on the lake's mysterious wave,
Begging for comfort from the stars that weep in the realm of the forgotten, their enclave.
Thirsting to trace hurried steps, to journey beneath the starry sphere,
While the rhythm of seasons softly ticks, like a clock in the night drawing near.
Linden flowers shatter over celestial metaphors that echo in night's thrall,
From the glittering dawn to the borders of dark eternities, overarching all.
Through the centuries, as legatees on Earth, his steps will remain unswayed,
Like a gold coin rimmed by fate's bright light, ever vibrant, always unstayed.
Lord of the stars, a young noble robed in romances of elation,
With night's locks cascading, the forest patrols in hushed revelation.
Like a sage of silence, tethered to solitude with ancient ties,
Treading paths that angels step, in the crickets' twilight symphony, the bird descends and flies.
With eyes that embody the infinite, thoughts nobly uplifted in cosmic sprawl,
He reclines on the forehead of time immortal, a monarch in high-walled hall.
You've poured magic through the gates of ether, unlocking the most treasured enigma, cast,
In the celestial chamber you unwittingly sign your name, on scattered parchment, on a constellation vast.
Apollo of oblivion, from your searing, touch-me-not zodiacal trace,
You spin the stars like a rosary, forever set as their vigilant grace.
Categories:
unswayed, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
as I stare into vast emptiness,
somehow, I feel complete.
I go to the forest, for rest.
the sun's rays peak through the leaves.
caving into myself,
the light intrudes my being.
within you’ll find, there is wealth
beyond what we’re perceiving.
gracious for nature’s transience.
stay and observe the stillness.
illuminating my presence,
through conscious awareness.
the river flow takes me along,
as I paint the night of daydreams.
Vivid hues empower muse to song.
blank canvas, I carve moonlit ravines.
written tempos inscribed in my skin.
etched into absence.
Unswayed heart beats not voided to worldly sin,
but bleeds of passion.
Categories:
unswayed, change, color, creation, deep,
Form:
Free verse
In the depths of my weary soul, I ponder,
Upon the choices made and paths forsaken.
A wistful whisper echoes, a song of wonder,
Of the road I did not take, now left unawakened.
Through veils of time, my memories unfold,
To a crossroad nestled 'neath a golden sky.
Two divergent trails, enticing and bold,
Each beckoning with a promise, I can't deny.
The first, paved with comfort and known terrain,
Lured me with familiarity's gentle embrace.
A steady path, devoid of fear and strain,
A life of ease, a tranquil resting place.
But the other, oh, the other was wild and untamed,
An uncharted journey, fraught with mystery.
Adventures aplenty, untold stories unclaimed,
A tempest of emotions, rapturous and free.
Yet fear gripped my heart, with its icy hold,
The uncertainty of the untrodden way.
What if I stumble? What if I grow cold?
What if my dreams falter, and my spirit wanes?
Regret now whispers softly in my ear,
Of the road I did not take, the path unexplored.
Its voice grows louder, fueled by the years,
A haunting echo of dreams forever ignored.
For life is a tapestry, woven with threads,
Of choices and chances, both great and small.
And though I've embraced the path that I tread,
The road I did not take still echoes its call.
But fret not, my weary soul, for it is not lost,
That road untraveled, its magic still remains.
For in dreams and musings, its beauty embossed,
A cherished longing, forever ingrained.
So, let me celebrate the choices I've made,
Embrace the road I have ventured upon.
For even as I wonder, my heart unswayed,
The road I did not take has made me strong.
And as I journey forward, with purpose and grace,
I'll carry the lessons of paths left behind.
For in the tapestry of life, every road finds its place,
And in the end, I'll cherish the road I did not take.
Categories:
unswayed, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.
With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.
In this realm of a daring escapade,
We flare a trail, unafraid.
Raze the doubts, raze the walls,
Letting our spirit freely sprawl.
An escapade, a venture, a thrilling bout,
Shoots of adrenaline, there's no doubt.
Through each channel, we navigate,
Teasing danger, embracing fate
Each hint of chutzpah and boldness.
We tame fears if we're brave and relentless.
But beware, for along this path we tread,
There are lacerations that can't be fled.
The journey may leave us fractured and worn.
But in those moments, true strength is born.
Such a broken teardrop, we may feel the pain.
But we gather our courage, ready to regain.
Through the smoke of depreciation and doubt,
We emerge, displacing the fears that shout.
With chloropicrin in our veins, we prevail.
Indenting our mark, leaving no trail.
In this realm of daring escapades,
We find solace in being unswayed.
Even in chaos, we discover peace.
Plucked delight as lachrymator release.
Categories:
unswayed, analogy, angst, bereavement, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
A request for a piece
On my feelings for you
The love that we share
And the journey we've been through
Anticipating perfection
Expecting gold from my pen
But instead growing frustrated
Waiting for material to pour in
In other words, I drew a blank
I mean, How do I feel?
It wasn't uncertainty that was
plaguing my mind
For I know that I love you
But the depth is undefined
How may I convey with words
These feelings inside
Without mushy cliches
Or old cheesy lines.
However for you
I'll give it a try
So without further adieu
For the love of mine
Pardon me, sir
Might your mind be dense
Are you blind to see
My walls of defense
My prison of protection
Preventing more hurt
Yet you seem to have slipped in
With a cookie and few words
Pardon me, sir
You must be confused
There's no vacancy for romance
Only intentions for abuse
Here still you stay
Unswayed by remarks
Determined and stubborn
To soften my heart
Offering no false pretense
And wearing no mask
Figuring you'd turn away
Once learning of my past.
Yet every conflict you combated
Every hardship you endured
No matter what went at you
You came back for more
Defeating darkness for my sake
Becoming my angel of war
Wearing down the numbness
That burdened my core
Formed through friendship
Then driven by lust
Molded through honesty
And guided with trust
You entered my world
Threw me off guard
Before even realizing it
I fell for you, hard.
Now here, time past
And feelings of mine change
Once doubting, now confident
That you made your choice to stay
Now one more thing left to say
Before I let this finally end
Something else about this piece
That I feel you should comprehend
The change of pace is undesired
But it represents my love for you
Unexpected, Unpredictable
But always holding true
Managing to fall in line
Becoming one masterpiece
A perfect fit, you and I
And may it never cease
So maybe it's not gold
Or worth an honorable mention
But still, I hope you like it
Even if failing to meet perfection
Perhaps there'll be a day
When I'll write one much better
After all, we have eternity
To write this story together
Categories:
unswayed, boyfriend, first love, love,
Form:
Blank Page
Clean Slate
Untouched
Somewhat
Once Great
Tho Not So Great Enough
Back Again
Here I Am
Here Again
Unfinished
Tinkered
Tailored
Soldiered Too Fit
Sailors Despise
Redundance
Repitition
Without Point
Without Goal
Without Role
Without Cause
Without Baseline
Without Ship
We All Crash
We All Drown
Why Am I Here
Why Do I Seek Ground
What Is Rich
What Is Poor
Why Does A Begging Man Thieve
Why Does A Thieving Man Beg
Does He
Does He Not
Why Is Happyness Not
Why Is Happyness Sought
I'm Just A Ship On An Ocean
Soldiering On
I'm Just A Sailor Adrift
I'm Just A Beggar Of Current
Richly Alive
Poorly Entwined
Richly Blessed
Poorly Denied & Damned
Fated Too Thieve
Fated Too Conspire
Ride The Waves
Too Navigate
Keep Sailing
Soldiering On
TInker Tailor
Soldier Spy
Richly Poor
Poorly Rich
Begging For Today
Thieving Towards Tommorrow
Leaning Towards Gallows
Scheming Towards Shallows
Solid Soil
Hallowed Ground
Where My Feet Rest Steady
Where My Breath Breathes Selfishly
Unswayed
Alone
Away From
Yet Amongst
The Tinkered With
The Tailored Too
Rich Man Poor Man
Pursuit
I'm Beggan Man
Please Untie This Noose
Bring Me Up
String Me Up
Set Me Free
Drowned Me Under
One Or The Other
One Or The Other
I'm A Soldier
I'm A Sailor
Ima Keep Soldiering On
Ima Keep Sailing
Thieving These Days
Thieving These Nights
Breathing And Drowning
Drowning And Breathing
Untill My Lungs Grow Gills
Untill My Souls 8 Timesed 10
I'm Gonna Walk
I'm Gonna Swim
I'm Gonna Tinker With My Tailor
I'm Gonna Soldier With My Spy
I'm Gonna Be A Rich Man
I'm Gonna Be A Poor Man
I'm Gonna Be A Beggar & A Thief
I'm Gonna Forever & Always
One Way Or Another
Always Be A Sailor
Navigating The Stars
Ill Find You Wherever You Are
Forever & Always
From Here To Botswan
Categories:
unswayed, absence, addiction, brother, death,
Form:
Free verse
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd allow myself to feel and speak my mind
I'd speak more and stand for myself
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd make sure my voice is heard
and be more patient with myself
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd love myself a lil bit more and let People's opinions about me to slip my thoughts
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be loyal to myself and listen more to my inner voice
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be more mindful with my YES and very steady with my NO
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be unapologetically free like a bird,
Flutter my wings and sing own song
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd be more confident and a little bit more selfish with myself.
To whom deserves My time, My energy, my heart
if I knew then what I know now,
I'd make sure each second in a day counts, to leave memories worth a thought
if I knew then what I know now,
Only if...
I knew then what I know now
I'd take more risks and never hold myself down
But now that I know,
I take the chance to correct all wrongs
Do my level best to make most with the time in hand.
Now that I know,
I have created a new me,
And I walk like am wearing a rollerblade,
Ricochet, unswayed.
I'm imperceptible, I am Untouchable!!!
Categories:
unswayed, confidence, courage, cute love,
Form:
Free verse
Betrayed
by lies.
Dismayed
she cries.
Misplayed
she tries
to apologize.
Unmade
he sighs.
Unswayed
his eyes
display
no surprise,
only
good-byes.
Categories:
unswayed, break up, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen to the colors
That linger here and there
They breathe ever softly
Finest dust in sunlit air
In every tint I have discovered
A guardian of hope has painted
A spectrum unique to each their own
Though by trials of life their vibrancy faded
Faint echoes behind walls we know
The search is on for a particular soul
Though eyes be filtered as their color passes
It's a longing we never outgrow
Color us sacred
As our journey begins
Pigments and brush in hand
Guardian of ours dancing upon the winds
Your gift is a canvas
Clean and pure
Not history's black what color was that
Your gift is yesterday's cure
Color us water pouring
Over rains sweet grass of green
This love of my life
Color him aquamarine
Sift my eyes with his beautiful shades
Of cornflower and sapphire blue
As I turn the corner into red
The color he brought to my bed
His beauty is lavenders scent
Unswayed by the darkest grey
Please color him in shades of pink
That our passion may never drift away
Guardian splash us with your yellow serum
Uncanny freshness on our modest ranch
With your golden sunsets and pearl moon
Reflecting diamonds there as we dance
On days when memories colors
So sharp and vivid come to mind
Color me orange my happy tone
Leaving those others behind
When our leaves begin turning to orange and red
And indigos skies loom overhead
Remind us of a copper sun
Nay the heaviness of lead
Under Eden's sky the topaz rabbit stood still
You painted us authentic earth and blues
Forgetting the regret of scarlets past an abstract
Recreating a beauty we could never construe
Color our years passing by
In shades that ground us like plum
Grant us sweet anticipation
Of all the colors to come
Paint his arms around my waist
Our kiss a precious tone
Paint us with a substance indissoluble
A color all our own
Categories:
unswayed, color,
Form:
Quatrain
Sweet smells
of musky green love
hang high in the ceiling
close to were we are
an altitude high
hazy still state
laughs of swellness rain down
close to where we never dwell, sober and unswayed
it's hard to stand still in the rain
but heavens bliss is a blanket of innocence
red view in the rear view -lights flash
sweet bird softly land
birch blue is anew as life is
aglow, aglow, aglow
all around me
is all I know
please don't tell me I should go
outside it is getting late
policeman listen don't you know
people grow old waiting on their own lives to unfold
I want answers to loosen their hold on secrecy
let them dance with me
waltzing away
a ticket that's crisp as autumn is handed to me
last of him I hope to see, on to another steep fall into valleys of lucidity
COPYRIGHT @ NANCY BECKMAN
Categories:
unswayed, class, funny,
Form:
Blank verse
I choose my path tonight,
In search of middle ground,
Between vice and virtue,
Not easily found...
Surrounded by this wake, I stand,
In a sea of fake, in search of land,
Pushing forward as far as I can,
But with each step, sinking deeper into sand...
So this is to the shadow that walks in my stead,
To the devils and the demons that drift in my head...
I will not be intimidated, never be eliminated,
By an abrasive body there to be discriminative,
Always underestimated, understated and underrated,
But under everything my fate cannot be weighted,
I am ready to be vindicated,
By this cave that has been made,
Cause this shade creates a shadow,
In its attempt to masquerade,
An allusion of a solutions,
In order to dismay and dissuade,
So pull me out of this hole,
I will not stand afraid,
Cause my shell may be unsteady,
But my soul to this day,
Has always stayed,
And remained,
Unswayed
Categories:
unswayed, introspection
Form:
Free verse
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
Categories:
unswayed, analogy, appreciation, life,
Form:
Free verse
Speaker, speaker I'm listening...
You’re doing the right thing!
Unswayed from Kremlin propaganda
Isn’t how our country should swing
Faith changed; policies rearranged
Soul-searching, amazing grace you’ve seen the light
Unveilings of the autocrat,
Eluded the venomous snake bite
Boldly repelled the takeover of the Muscovite
Three foreign aid bills, thanks to you and Democrats!
Aid to Orient’s Formosa!
Aid to Eastern Europe!
Aid to Middle East!
Unwavering commitments
A revelation at the least
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
Listen to their screams and let them feast
They need YOU! by their side
Foreign war package they say does nothing for America,
Yet …it bolsters our reputation and saves our souls!
Keeps our sons and daughters home, out of harms way
Speaker, speaker Oyez! Oyez!
Now women need your help with rights of the Miranda
…---...SOS …---...
This will unfold, as I shall explain,
Again and again, more propaganda
There is a time for trifle idling,
there’s always time to dilly dally
With hard won rights now unbridling
But as for now, for our rights we rally
Crucial help for those will finally arrive
Good folks, unlike the Copperheads of yesteryear,
Or the Doughfaces, who let it happen, no ego here just strive
Women don’t live in fear!
Speaker, speaker I’m listening...
First and fourth amendment, 1864
Gone now, it isn’t anymore
Criminalizing women
Criminalize their travel
Pull over and pee on the strip!
Cops shall ask you for a pregnancy test
Ill fated, before you even begin your trip
Soon you’ll be stopped from your life’s zest
God’s saintly ears?
Send hope to the starving children of war and genocide
And for women’s automony
A unsettling Ad just viewed
Young women pulled over
Not an exaggeration
Speaker, speaker, I’m listening…
Your own want you gone,
Because to the other side you compromise and fawn,
All is music in God’s saintly ears?
You did good as statesmen should, risking all
I quote you now when you say,
“Let the chips fall where they may”
Categories:
unswayed, appreciation, political,
Form:
Political Verse
He is a shy willow
with a moue of chagrin
hidden deeply within.
March weeps on his pillow,
he wilts like a swallow
immaculate of sin.
His dreams unfold in jade.
As wind disturbs a wreath
an arrow leaves the sheath.
Before the moon a shade,
a silhouette unswayed
as stars does sky bequeath.
The swallow is reborn,
flying high til the morn.
Categories:
unswayed, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme