Best Untold Poems
Sitting alone in a serene seaside waiting for the beautiful scenery of sunset,
Tears starting to shed as the twilight finally crinkle the day as such a closet,
Darkness finally awning me and my heart screaming like nobody could ease the pain,
Pain that hurting me every single moment of my life…it is such a strain.
In everything I do, my faith, my affection and my compassion is for you alone,
Contentment bestowed upon us in such a glorious sanctuary of existence,
Laughter and delightfulness skirted us…just you and me living in our own,
But without knowing the twist of fate given to us, we are both sentenced.
We just woke up one day, you to her and me to him without turning back,
Both shackled to others arms with no more chance to hold our hands together,
Because in a wee moment, grieving shattered us and I am stuck,
You tried to pervert the chapter of our story, but seemingly it’s forever.
We both fight… we both tried to make things better for us but too late,
You keep on asking me why it happens all that you made….
But you just don’t know how I heartily questioned our fate….
Only God knows if the untold story meant nothing but to fade.
Of a child growing up without a father
And the love and nurture of a mother
The struggle for food on less than a dollar
In a world of abundance poverty still a ruler
Dried up wells and contaminated streams
Life on the brink in a desert of dreams
Knowledge like water, how rare for some
Education and schools taboo (Boko Haram)
Remember to pray my son, mother said to me
There’s so much evil, airplane crashes and terrorism
And Islam and the perversion of this religion
The focus and fear drives us from being Christian
Remember to call on God the only true referee
The one who can guide us to unity and victory
He seeks neither an election nor a campaign
Forget His love we remember only hatred and pain
While my happiness hawls in a dark cave of self-doubt, I smile.
Burying my brain cells in the grave of immense fear, I speak.
While my dreams burn in the dreary path of desolation, I suffer to sleep.
Shedding rivers of blood
enough to fill the midnight ocean, I walk.
I welcome each morning with a hammering heart.
I extend warm handshakes with cold hands.
I dance to the looney tunes with quivering feet.
I share my bold thoughts with frozen blood in my veins.
That day when I gave a presentation,
I received applause and appreciation
Everyone called me a brave heart,
But deep inside, I remained a cadaver in graveyard.
That day when I first met your family,
I broke the ice with a soothing melody
Everyone in the abode surmised me as chirpy
My chest alone knows the pain it endured in that pseudo joyful journey.
When you saw me strong, I was undeniably weak inside.
When you saw me smile, you saw me who wasn't at all there.
When the sweetness of my song bloomed your heart, bile was burning the walls of my throat.
When you were witnessing my collar lifting moment , I was actually stopping my collar bones from breaking.
I wish to wake up to the tick of alarm clock but wake up to the thump of my pounding heart.
I wish to hug the dreams in the deep night's sleep but I fall prey to the paws of nightmares.
My eye lens capture a non-existing image
My brain maps the present to a buried past
My heart fears a fictitious
occurance
My body absconds into an unknown destination.
You feel I'm insane
But I'm enduring excruciating pain
No! No, I'm not overplaying,
And no, I'm not at all
shamming
I feel I need not be sorry for what I am
Because I'm riding above the clouds to do my best in this lifespan.
I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.
Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.
Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.
A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.
Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.
I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.
AUTUMN UNTOLD STORY
Sense the tiny bite of crispness in the air
September ends and school again begins
Crows on the telegraph lines just stare
The old guy at the corner leans and grins
September ends and school again begins
The parents’ Volvos wait to drop and go
The old guy at the corner leans and grins
For a reason that most will never know
The parents’ Volvos wait to drop and go
Kids with an emotional burden to carry
For a reason that most may never know
Walking past the man and never tarry
Kids with an emotional burden to carry
Not yet acute enough to raise concerns
Walking past the man and never tarry
The memory of that encounter burns
Oh, how I blush, in appeal of your zeal
Enthralled in treasured memories of glee
As words not said, intimately unseal
Verses of love arousing latent plea
In caged lofty dreams, longing to be free
Flirting secretly, letting passions rise
Pulsing my vibes, sensing sensuous highs;
Alas, my youth then, had nary a clue
How to woo your smile, courting doting eyes--
Bashful to tell you, how much I loved you.
August 13, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain - Poetry contest
Title chosen: Untold
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
SHELLS
sea shore
ocean calls
saunter listlessly
temple chimes serenade
emerald waves roll away
"each shell hides an untold story"
June 4, 2022
Followed format for Clarity Pyramid
Abandoned sunsets slip past fingertips
As intrepid sagas chart darkness grown
In cloud covered stars guiding homeward ships
Destined for cacophonous fates unknown
Beyond dawn's memories of beauties flown
And captured under weighted thunder's swing
Insomnia's pen collects colored string
Lacing blue moons where sorrel skies unfold
Crooked circles tracing her crippled king
Only poets can know the lines untold
8/11/20
For 'Pick a Tile, Volume 21 - Dizain' contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
theme: Untold
Who knows who are the casualties of war?
Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead?
Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced?
The untold truth, a light on this can shed
I also am a casualty of war
My soul is wounded by the grief I see
The war is raging here inside my head
I am held hostage, longing to be free
Survivor guilt is ravaging my nights
The blast of bombs, a morbid wake up call
Though I'm alive, I feel so dead inside
Like those cut down by hate, I take a fall
Destructor's cravings are insatiable
The sites destroyed include those of my mind
My tears pour down with that of martyrs blood
Like refugees, a haven I must find
A lesser casualty, yet I am one
This war is altering my very soul
I am ashamed to claim a numbered place
Yet war affects the country as a whole
Aggressors will not stop their rampant rage
The toll of death goes higher every day
Who counts the living dead, devoid of hope?
The shroud awaits the ones this war will slay
The casualties of war exceed belief
In Lebanon, war's reign defies relief
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Untold Casulties of War
An extended sonnet
November 1, 2024
A GIFT FROM THE GODS
Beginning with a negative isn't always wrong
We have our own version of where we belong
The universe can be a theatre of creation
Bursts of energy ignites the occasion
Colours, explosions with glowing beams
A beautiful and poetic start to scene
However, darkness echoes its demonic wail
Creating a beast only the devil could scale
Awoken and excited it comes alive
Anything in it's way will not survive
A disheveled speck of space dust
Has Armageddon inside its crust
Following a path toward its fate
Entangled within a force so great
A global disaster is about to unfold
The devastation of humanity foretold
Now approaching its final plot
Its hideous face beginning to rot
The falling 'angel' attacks with might
The deafening tone follows its plight
Mountains drowning in waters so deep
A strike so hard it made the earth weep
This is the beginning of their end you see
Passed down generation to our family tree
This is an untold story of our past
So how do we expect mankind to last
We cannot forget what the people had seen
Their struggles, pain, and nothing in-between
Within this catastrophic event they faced
They sacrificed so much to save our race
This is "A GIFT FROM THE GODS" it states
Not just a gift, a test of life awaits
And as I sit and write this today
Validation humanity did not decay
This is acknowledgement for that day
For those who saved us from extinction
A debt we can never repay.
As I read from PS It’s Poetry the children sat in wonder
While reading one persons poem I came across this untold story
This book written from long ago from around the globe
To late to enter into soups first anthology came this story untold
Sights of Coal Page 244
Twas on a cold night this one Christmas eve
When Santa and his eight tiny reindeer appeared
A clatter was heard upon the roof up above
With the children sleeping as snug as a warm glove
With toys floating and dancing in their minds
Dreaming of of toy’s and fun games of all kinds
Building a snowmen then sleighing on a new sled
A Ho, Ho, Ho was heard as they ran from their beds
The milk glass half full and bites out of the cookies
Small nibbles in the carrots under the tree filled with goodies
With eyes wide opened and blinking colored lights
Bows of gold with garnishing ornaments a wonderful sight
Yet one present not yet opened was a gift from amazon
One name was missing and yet my name did appear
A beautiful piece of poetry as my friends name had disappeared
With one name missing on page 244 I am adding it this year:
Alexis Y. A sweet Nectar of love this is our: Collaboration of love
Receiving a piece of coal yet her wonderful spirit did appear
Giving me all the credit She is the true spirit of Christmas Cheer
She gave me this gift without remorse a pure heart of gold
I thank you my friend for this gift of your kindness and love
This:
A Christmas Story Untold:
Marry Christmas my friend, Alexis
The one with a heart of gold
Contest: Christmas poems old and new
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Date Created: 12/15/2020
In a garden which is hopeless
Because of weeds
Pink cosmos is blooming
Like hope
Like the stars of cosmic dust
They describe my love
I'm afraid that you won't admit
I'm afraid that you won't feel
I'm afraid that my flower blooms
In vain
It's so hard just to look at you
Because I can't look away
It's unfair that in front of your eyes
My flower fades
It was fate that I met you here
It was fate that I broke my rules
I thought you were a simple boy
That just looked good
But I was wrong
Your soul is pure as lake
Your soul is innocent like a child's
Take me in your hands
I'll never let you down
P.S. I tried to write using an inversion, a new stylistic device for me.
If you admit any mistakes, let me know, please.
Thanks for reading.
Lots of love.
They are eating what's inside the dust bin! Yuck! Duck! Plug! ....Pooh! Woo! Doo!
No ways l am going back ehlathini! Kanti nithini?
Ngiyazithemba!
I am Zulu!
I am Sotho!
I am Tswana!
I am Pedi!
I am Shona!
I am Tsonga!
I am Afrikaner!
No l am biased! Freedom and peace brought us unity....we are all made of gold! Take a look at how we shine!
The ancestors of Africa!
The heartbeat of the Mother Land , the continent rich with culture! Sweet soil decadent like sweet Hennessy.... drowning our sorrows! Together we strong , divided cracks flood our Rainbow.
Africa Stand up! Unite
Let a Dictator like Bob fall down! You are not Mahat Maghandi ! We forgave but the wounds still annoys us, frustrations in the form of Vandalism....#feesmustfall #strikes #xenophobia Mzansi you have been through a lot....take a seat you are still young! 23 like the prime of David Beckham....fresh like grilled cheese.
My mother land you are truly a spectacle....you are blessed, your sons and daughters are strong.
Black ,White , Asian and Disabled this is a plea to the Nation of an African giant "Nigeria" Terrorism must stop!
Iam an African kid .... with an African dream.
It seems like there is no good way to tell you how I feel.
I am too young for you to ever look my way, but still I hope.
I used to tell you everything I was feeling in letters.
But now the letters have stopped, because I can’t tell you how I truly feel.
Those three simple little words go through my head every time I see you.
My closest friends know.
Every time they see me looking at you,
They shake their heads and try to hide their disgust.
But they can’t hide it well enough.
It twists my stomach with emotions.
My brain tells me that I shouldn’t feel this way and that I need to stop.
But my heart insists, so I throw my conscious out the door.
Or at least I try too.
Your smile makes me feel warm inside.
When you get really close to me, I feel like I can’t be myself.
I’m afraid that you will think I’m stupid.
I always wonder what you will think of me.
Wondering what it would be like if….
But I don’t think it could happen.
It can’t happen.
It won’t happen.
So I guess I’m stuck with my feelings, all to myself,
With no one to share them with.
If I could say anything to you and then have it be erased from your memory.
I would say….
I love you.
Because I do.
Dew drops
tiny misty
nature's untold sorrow
whispering deep sigh silently
grass tips
© kashinath karmakar 2011
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Placement:3rd;(September 2011)
Contest:How Due You Dew
Sponsor:Paula Swanson