Best Untarnished Poems
The wonder of your smile is always there,
just like you gave me on that special day,
when first I saw you on my front porch stair-
your smile imprinted in my heart to stay.
Just as in spring and summer long ago,
and then in later years, your smile assured
my joy of knowing our love stayed aglow-
and now, past autumn years, have still endured.
The sparkle of your smile from first-love throes,
and blissful wedding day we said 'I do',
still lingers in my heart, although now shows
a special glaze from winter’s weathered hue.
The wonder of your smile- those early years,
that glowed with brilliance like untarnished gold-
became my treasured prize and now appears
with warm patina-sheen as we grow old.
Though years have flown and age has had its way-
your antique smile now etched with lines anew,
and lustered with the wear of each new day
brings priceless meaning to my love for you.
Categories:
untarnished, love, marriage, seasons, winter,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
a baby girl is born, innocent and free
hopes and dreams untarnished
can be what she dreams to be
doctor or a teacher? a mommy? yes I see!
a princess in a castle, what a site that'll be
taken on a horse, the handsome Prince and she
riding in the sunset to the magic land.
can you see the picture, as he holds your little hand
young, naive and dreaming, never known deceit
hang on to the fairytale, while your worlds complete
your Daddy's little princess, his special little girl
strong and bold before you he protects you from the world
so keep on hoping little girl, that your dreams come true
pixie dust and fairies, little princess just for you
innocence and sweetness, pureness all still there
blue eyes and beauty, with wavy long blond hair
promise that you never, never will forget
how warm and safe you feel, and never to regret
blankets wrapped around you, way up above your head
hopes and dreams are dancing, around your princess bed
little girl keep dreaming, all won't be so grand
along the way you loose, your handsome Prince's hand
fairy tales and castles, white horses far away
the magic land you dreamed of, was not supposed to stay
crumbled right before you, like wet and ice cold sands
between your little fingers, with shaking trembling hands
tears are flowing down, upon your precious face
you try working through it, in a lonely scary place
your self esteem is shattered, feeling like a fool
you never thought he'd turn his back, it ending cold and cruel
I thought I knew him very well, this handsome prince of mine
ended up a fairy tale, sad and so unkind
so sorry little girl, our hearts now in despair
all alone and cold, and no one left who cares
our souls are taken hostage somewhere far away
please dear god don't leave us, cant take another day
both together praying, please come and take our hand
so together we can go, to the promised land
we then walk hand in hand, along the white warm sand
now we're standing strong and tall, on our own two feet
steering down straight to hell, that ugly thing called deceit!
Categories:
untarnished, lost love, girl, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car for a completely untarnished marriage certificate, cleaned out of the day-old flu.
But, fiance’, dearest, you have yet to show me your love nest, your side honey, or your super-secret tattoo,
So now that you realize I might cost you money, you love me forever, and think you can let go and forget the Queen of Vooody-Voo- Doo?
Sure, Sweet Darling. Being pre reasonable, I would certainly like to review our marriageable status, and begin trusting you anew.
Of course, we had better hurry, so we get this trust thing sorted, and my family decides to re-include you,
I do not think any love-you-forever ceremony, fancy hall, or wedding vows I will seriously pursue.
If you decide to take the challenge, there on the steps wearing their juiciest smiles, are my mother, Grandma Kell and cousin Lou.
Sure, they do all have guns, permits, frying pans, and razors. Confidentially, they’re in a hum dinger of a stew about you too.
What more can I do, Sugar Bear? I’ve led you right to them, right up these pretty blue and white steps, and frankly, honey, it’s the best thing I could ever do.
So saying, I guess all my relatives are ready to talk and slap and pinch and punch, and fight and scrap, and kick, because they’re sort of mad you made me so blue.
Bye, Sweetie. I’m off for the weekend with my new honey, Rick, a gentle, kind, God-fearing man, who doesn’t want to stick around to see what they’re going to do.
Categories:
untarnished, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
A blue so blue appeared in the sky
purer than the blue of a maiden's eye
Poking a hole through puff-clouds billowy white
its majesty moving those who prize sight
I wonder if it knows, as I marvel in awe
at its beauty so rare, no unperceived flaw
Or is its struggle to emerge so all-consuming
naivete yet untarnished ~ pristine, unassuming
Categories:
untarnished, beauty, blue, sky,
Form:
Couplet
What is beauty?
Is it only shown on the
outside or is it embedded
beneath the skin?
Many might only see beauty
as what they can see with
their eyes, thus they make
assumptions as to how
beautiful something is, which
is often foolish.
But some see it both ways
thus creating a clearer
form of what they consider
beautiful.
Mistakes can be made by
judging something by its
cover, like the simple
picking of a rose but its thorns
prick your skin almost unexpectedly
causing pain and blood to seep out.
Beauty is something so complicated
that many fail to understand the
word; they are blinded by cruel
and immoral definitions that become
seeded into the mind thus creating
a false and depraved image that only
becomes the meaning of ugliness.
Beauty is not always on the surface
but more often than not hidden beneath,
like one’s soul; it can’t be seen but
it's known to be there.
If one can see past the
incomplete image that the human
mirror reflects, beauty becomes
apparent to all; untarnished
and pure.
Categories:
untarnished, inspirational, people, socialimage,
Form:
Free verse
For them.
To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.
The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.
“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”
That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.
They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.
She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.
She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.
A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.
He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.
To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.
Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.
But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.
And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.
Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.
Categories:
untarnished, inspirational, life, love, day,
Form:
Ballad
Crowds and noise and people enthralled me
When I had deciduous teeth.
And a simple thought of loneliness
Engendered collywobbles in me.
How amicable people look when viewed with jejune eyes!
Blanketing all kinds under pristine
and untarnished label
Without contemplations and with profound celebrations,
Labelling the sweeter tongues 'good'
And tactless simpletons 'deride'.
Perhaps it was the age of innocence!
It afflicted my eyes with myopia
Hindering my childish wisdom for masques
As one after another, the deciduous white pearls fell
They did shake my bygone edifice of sagacity
With each new rise, my style of mastication changed
Sometimes to the left
Sometimes to the right
My food could not be chewed with stability
Sometimes the hollowness after the fallen tooth engendered agony
And in the artless custom of childhood, I believed all......
Then with time, the new convictions came
Enamels with more glint and rock-like firmness
With age, it pondered and with 'relations' it was illustrative
'That people are not always they appear!!'
'Their words are not always what they sounded!!'
But by that age, I was one of them
Deceptive in deed and sardonic in words
Perhaps it was the stage of Adulthood!!
Categories:
untarnished, age, conflict, confusion, deep,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Time
Time, like age, just an ordered number, not ordained
Place marker in human chronicles of sunrise and sunset plains –
Book mark for seasons and blue moon tides
Flags the divisions between light and darkness
In twilight and dawning,
Powerless to stop Orion from appearing – the Southern Cross ascend,
Blocked from sneaking into infinity or the soul
At one with an eternal childhood escaping age,
No breaking in to steal the elliptical vitality of gifts
Or untarnished giftedness
Seen and begotten in full view before the abyss -
Locked out of the continuum of eternal light
Sun, moon and fiery orbs absent source of birthright
Beyond the vortex speed of light;
Soul living in the presence of the perfect circle -
No beginning and no end for grace -
Past the hands of manmade divisions circling on a numeral face
Not hearing rhythmic ticking rhythms – echoes lost in perpetuity –
Where time and seasons, blue moons only watch
Like forgotten keepsakes
Time, like age, just an ordered number, not ordained.
11-15-20
Contest: T Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
untarnished, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
With virtues rare and true, a person stands,
Their character like gold, untarnished bright,
With grace and kindness held in both their hands,
They shine as beacons in the darkest night.
A heart that's filled with love and empathy,
And eyes that see the good in every soul,
They greet the world with cheerful energy,
And make each person feel they're truly whole.
Their patience and their wisdom, like a guide,
Will lead on to a path of joy and peace,
And with their strength and courage by our side,
All fears and doubts will slowly begin to cease.
Oh, blessed be the ones with noble heart,
Whose character traits are truly works of art.
Categories:
untarnished, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: August 28, 2023
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If you don't covet where you live, my friend,
Imagine a fitter home, a place to mend,
A sanctuary where dreams come alive,
A space where bliss and hope will thrive.
Picture walls that tell stories, so grand,
Of triumphs and adventures, hand in hand,
Each brick whispered tales of joy and pride,
Where memories of smiles will forever reside.
In life's vast garden, we all wander free.
Seeking souls whose presence brings us glee
If those you are with don't share your happiness,
Find raw companions—a tribe of blissfulness.
In the field of labor, where dreams collide,
Lies and truths are often hidden deep inside.
If your task doesn't bestow joy to your heart,
It's time to embark on an untarnished start.
Our time is short to be spent in despair.
Toiling away with no joy to share.
If your days are filled with boredom and dread,
It's time to tailgate your heart instead.
Even the shoes you wore last year
Need to be replaced, my dear.
As the seasons retreat and forego,
So too must your footwear flow.
Don't be embarrassed to experiment.
Wear modern shoes and embrace merriment.
Let your feet move to a different rhyme.
Discover a style that impels you to feel sublime.
Gone are the worn-out soles of the past.
Step into unknown and persuade your stride last.
With each step, you'll feel the ground anew.
Leaving behind what no longer serves you
Categories:
untarnished, analogy, appreciation, change, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Golden leaves transcend autumns harvest, contrasted by
Blazoned reds burnt offerings of summers final sacrifice to
The changing of the seasons, oh what a palette of magnificence,
Is nature set to the rheum of our universe!
In the chilling winds of falls grace, does the very breathe of
Winter chase, swooping and swaying through the branches
Of destiny thus to cometh forward, tenderly the trees do cry
Shedding their tears of color airy, brown to tan!
Racked piles of gathered teardrops, lain upon the lawns of
Evergreen yards, that are capture within the freezing breath
Of seasonal appease, for soon nature shall rest at ease, in
A blissful sleep, until awoken by springs warming whispering!
Rainbows harvest of autumn is this Kalightoscope of coloring,
A showering cascade descending in sheer brilliance reflecting
In the bitter sunshine of falls rebirthing, and the simple poet stands
Completely at awe, beneath these limbs of natural beauty,
Left alone to ponder the wonder he’s beholding!
Crushing footsteps smash against the idle puddle, containing
A single leaf trees sacrifice, the forget-me-knots remembrance
Of the summer gone past, and the winters fiery hearth of promise
To come, what a blazing embers of shadow to contrast, to a dreamer
Suddenly awakening from hibernation's spent sleep of illusions,
Now walking in a golden light of this autumn shower of the reflected!
Clinging do the lovers of this timeless season, bathing within their
Gaze lost amongst these trees of beauty, strolling along the lanes of
Passions unforgettable moments, photo impressions memorized in
The human thoughts album, forever to remain untarnished by age!
In the fields the farmer puts his tools of trade to rest at last,
Gathering prides harvest unto him one by one smiling,
He’ll warm himself by the flames of family and tradition,
Until the toiling begins next spring, the man shall sits at ease
At the hearth of hard works fire, as the leaves of autumn fall!
Let the dreaming poet write, allow the lovers to stroll undisbursed,
And the harvester to rest his weary brow at last, for the golden
Leaves of autumn are falling, cascading unto the evergreen lawns,
Gathered together into the piles of leafy teardrops, of summer
Forget-me-knots!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
untarnished, adventure, autumn, beauty, creation,
Form:
Free verse
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
Nefertiti.
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
Swift currents.
Nile waters part steadily
Anubis guardian of the dead,
Receive thus living deity.
Let sacred alters burn bright,
Light sacrifices ashen embers,
In thine honers reverence.
Beneath desertions desert ruins,
Lies etched upon mortar's stone.
A royal tomb bearing her,
Majesties,
Unspoken name, Nefertiti.
Golden saddles press against,
Mortals realm,
Behold a phantom goddess,
Brushed ageless,
By times untarnished memory,
The pasted reveals truths,
Magnificence.
Through redemption's flame,
Two scepters crisis cross,
Within beauty's touch.
An ancient throne has,
Been reclaimed.
Raise great sphinx, from
Your sacred resting place,
Shake free fetters sandy mane,
Breath once again,
His might’s roar harold’s,
Her return.
Soft winds blow against,
Freedoms breeze,
Exposing a glittering figure,
Standing tall,
Beside the great monolith.
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower
Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name.
Nefertiti.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
untarnished, art, beauty, history, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Copyright © 2015
08.22.2015
Beautifully adorned, her garments shoned,
high and round mountains, majestic peeks
Vegetation covering her treasures, hidden
from the lust of men…men who exploited her
innocence…an innocence long cared for
and protected.
Oh Lady, how beautiful were your garments,
…untarnished by strangers hands. Their
smiles luring you into false promises.
False promises and dreams and lures, soon
clashing, causing broken hearts to fear. Fear of
those who swiftly came with broken promises.
Your love was pure, shone clear, clear
without the blood that flowed and stained
…your lovely garments. Your valleys filled
with trails of tears.
Laying in fields of lilies, eyes closed as tears
poured down, down…soaking your blood
stained garments, down into your soul.
These strangers, from foreign lands, many of deceit,
lacked the spirit of the buffalo…now Liberty, my dear
Lady, stand proud of your native land.
Proudly she still stands with freedom and equality
...come one come all, stand by her side, protect
her from which she has bleed and nearly died
…cleanse her garments, cherish her beauty,
enjoy the fruits she bears. For it is this
Lady that offers unity and strength no other endures.
by: LesPruitt Aug 22, 2015 8:48pm
edited: 8/24 10:09am
**(on Facebook w/photo/theme: North Coast Poetry Society)
Categories:
untarnished, adventure, america, beauty, betrayal,
Form:
Narrative
gallant knight on snow white charger
rides to fame and noble deeds
finds some roads go on forever
hero whom nobody needs.
helm is shining, sword belt buckled
bears a straight untarnished lance
rides across a hero's desert
doesn't get a second glance.
'cross the land dark forces triumph
do not waste time on the fight
never muster for the conflict
have no need to prove who's right
there's no battle good and proper
there's no noble war to win
grey stores open up for business
wisdom watches fate's coin spin.
good marches under bright white banners
defends the weak, lifts up the poor
the devil only moves for profit
not to risk that in a war
traders move across dimensions
lovers meet in trysted time
riddles twist the mind's eye vision
find romance in mundane grime
plots remain in dusty novels
wordbound fast their stories hold
do not let their charges wander
nor their tales for real unfold.
white meets black in chessboard logic
moves in clearly set out ways
black meets white and moves conversely
rules bind both in see-saw plays
manichean filters shelter
grand chessmasters in their play
do not face the moving shadows
or checkmate the king in grey.
Categories:
untarnished, allegory, confusion, philosophy, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Categories:
untarnished, america, anxiety, culture, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme