Best Untraceable Poems
She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze
fervent rising prayers brought her to her knees
seeking the blessings of grace, peace and love
if only her pain she could rise above.
Nameless beauty would dissolve in her womb
Her wounds.. sins she would carry to her tomb.
Inspired by “She Walks In Beauty” Lord Byron (George Gordon)
Categories:
untraceable, emotions, feelings, heart, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
A heart read and quoted by many in this lifetime
Battle scars that remain and yet shielded by a peace of mind
Walked several miles and traveled while teaching others how to embrace
Remains courageous, faithful and strong with persistence in any given case
Blindsided by those who are willing to love and cherish her to the end
Silence becomes her guard, her armor, her protector, and best friend
Tears of pain, and sorrow, all of which are from a past memory
Times shared, lost and gained, the negative days are history
Mental pictures are drawn from imaginations that lead her to an untraceable place
Recruit no one, for life has taught her that there is no room for more mistakes
A mind reader that has established herself to be two steps ahead
Portrays an interesting novel, a world kept secret unread
Admire her dearly for her patience, wisdom and knowledge untold
How does she continue to live life so freely far from her empty soul?
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
Categories:
untraceable, dedication, friendship, life, sympathy,
Form:
Narrative
Where do all the pens go
that's what I wanna know
Did we give them to friends
who might keep them (depends)
Maybe burglars stole them
but not jewelry or gem
Or snagged by the goblins
scribbling with impish grins
They might move, we forget
--the final place it set
In a pile of papers
those inky escapers
Did they all take a hike
their pens' union on strike
Joined up with art supplies
--their artistic allies--
Hidden deep in the drawer
wishing to write no more
Check the desk! Check my purse
cuz nothing could be worse...
...than when a pen's needed
but they've all receded--
--to some faraway realm...
of untraceable whelm
(Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")
Categories:
untraceable, confusion, humor, longing, lost,
Form:
Ode
Where is the love?
The hate is always there
Giving signs
Like, "Oh beware"
I have sense
I know there's no care
Just there only to share
Too many signs
Overtaken by guilt
Trying to be all slick
I pray for the hurts
Treated like dirt
I forgive, for I shall live.
No matter what the situation
Time passes by
Leave or stay
The relationships a lie.
I am free
Gone to another phase
Do you believe that I'm in a daze?
Think again, Don't be amazed
On my own
For I will be gone.
Not looking back
untraceable tracks
All of the miserable attacks
Just unknown paybacks
From the past held in
To be mended
Trying to destroy me
Won't work, now I see.
Cannot wait until this journey ends
Running fast from the Lion's den
A new life begins
To better days
Not here to stay
Thanking God I'm on my way.
The Signs are given in so many ways
every day, I must always pray.
Categories:
untraceable, change, desire, destiny, farewell,
Form:
Sonnet
Phantom Phone Call
All Hallows Eve quickly approaches
With tales of crypts and ghostly coaches
When haunting spirits again roam
To sounds of chains and dirges of moans.
Amid this eerie spine-chilling time
Beloved mother prepares to die
Fragile link between Heaven and earth
Suddenly splits in her rebirth.
One final breath, one final sigh,
One final smile from her blue eyes
Now at midnight her spirit takes flight
Traveling light through darkest midnight.
The battle over – sweet warrior at rest
Home phone rings jarring mourning expressed
Familiar voice heard on the line – no trick -
“Child, this is your mother!” Click…
10-8-21
Contest: Something Spooky 8-16 lines Poem
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
The story is true story although timeframe has been altered. After mom died our home phone rang. It was past midnight. The voice on the other end of the line was mom’s voice. The call untraceable.
Rhymes checked with RhymeZone
Categories:
untraceable, death, farewell, mother, mystery,
Form:
Rhyme
The day ends in soft sunset as it turns to twilight
The moon’s visage shines at night
Illuminating the scene with its mysterious almost eerie blue light
Cotton candy childhoods’ delight
Is sold by the store
During the day above it birds will soar
Children and adults alike cotton candy adore
It’s strange look for a candy that taste buds will explore
The lantern splashes its light on the window glass
Frost makes bizarre shapes on that glass
When light touches the frost shapes on the glass
It creates a rainbow of soft but vibrant colors that nothing can surpass
The cotton candy makes good metaphor
Representing surreal starship in untraceable soul that is what sugar is for
This is reflection of greater force which growing in true expanse to heavens will soar
As base for imagination not needing base this will score
And as creating the imagination the making of cotton from sugar is good metaphor
Adequate comparison to transitive necropotic energy flavor added to cotton candy is
And spinning sugar forming the candy is euphemism for space abyss
And just like eating cotton candy reflects childhood bliss
The real bliss cotton candy just reflects this theory of everything is
Categories:
untraceable, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Tell Me a Story of the Untraceable You
I’m in awe, of you, as I run my fingers down your petite body;
For within this view, I must insist honesty I love you madly;
I am embracing,;
Clutching your neck, ever so, so true;
You’re holding my face, my cheek, my ear;
Never letting go soft spoken words I hear;
Gazing downward at your pretty eyes;
It is at no speculation, no surprise;
Noses close, closing in for to touch;
Holding you I love you so, so much;
Eye to eye contact; I can smell your breath;
What’s left, I am embracing, the untraceable you;
Holding on to your warm beauty this I choose;
Caress me my darling, embrace me the untraceable you;
10/19/18
Tell Me a Story Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Categories:
untraceable, appreciation, endurance, engagement, for
Form:
Rhyme
5/19/17
Lost in space
Little to no faith
Can't find my place
Or always keep up the pace
Among animals and the human race
Don't recognize the face
I see in the mirror, not even a fragment or trace
What exactly is it that I seek and chase?
Something unexplainable
Purely unbreakable
And untraceable
Yet irreplaceable
Meaning it will not always be available
Not doing well at setting a course
The problems come from the source
Despite all the friction and force
It 's mostly erratic, like certain waves at wharfs
All over the motherland
Difficult to understand
Despite what is on the other hand
Something still missing
Continually drifting
Am I really existing?
Or is their a catch, like there always is in fine printing
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
untraceable, creation, dark, emotions, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
This is professionalism!
Something on the brink,
You could say,
Of existentialism.
It's nonnegotiable,
This business of price
And dice
And "rightful" wives,
No. It's immovable.
The roulette spins,
The Russians drink,
And a bullet escapes
An unfortunate skull—
The brains of a brainiac—
The brainiac,
Always the maniac,
The one without
Any brain whatsoever.
And we sing forever
About rosies and rings
And things called posies,
Falling and fallen bodies—
This is professionalism!
It holds no friends,
Nor boundaries or
Walls or streets.
Stock goes not
Negatively toward
Professionalism because
Professionalism is
Undeniable and untraceable!
The road less traveled
Is the entrepreneur's road,
A road of love and sex
And microagressions
Being spit from the mouths
of the travelers,
Because he's an adventurer,
A trooper, a keeper,
But his own man.
He'll take a hand,
An arm, a couple legs,
Two new eyes, a head,
And take a new man,
Because that's professionalism—
Political magnetism:
The East collides with
The West to monopolize
Dares and obsessions
While North perpetually
wonders why it always
Finds its way South.
What is class but a
Hierarchy of officials?
Professionalism holds
No such thing.
Categories:
untraceable, anger, integrity, irony, lust,
Form:
Free verse
3.28 parsec out
We’re making an impromptu flight change
Windstar is gonna have to make
a low-grav burn and turn
towards the Big Rocky asteroid belt border
It’s a risky nav maneuver for sure,
but every space outlaw has faced that situation before
We got pesky corporate police on our tail,
time to power down, run silent on dual trilitium cells
Pai-du Jerah
I’m the drawn short-straw captain of this motley crew,
they respect me with a razor edge
I’ve sacrificed my life a time or two for them,
I get the necessary begrudge ... but no flak,
when I tell them what we gotta do
My number one right hand is a woman
I wouldn’t look too hard at her, pal,
if you know what’s best for your health
Vydrikia, she’s a long purple-haired, gen-eng vixen,
with tripwire anger issues
She smiles dismissively at me,
as she unstraps her NB (nuke blast) pulse gun
Says the next time I mess with her,
she just might not have it set on stun
I know the crew is prickly raw, that they want a little r & r ...
but we’ve got an interstellar new gov hush-hush delivery to make
And this nasty job, we gotta see it through —
if we wanna get paid that five zil Galaxian credit
Don’t wanna hear none of that mission impossible talk
Our motto is:
Evade or pear starjuice cajole
Be prepared for any planetary orbital patrol
We’re space outlaws
When we drop out of hyperspace —
whatever you do,
vigilante solar citizens ...
don’t get in our way!
That’s one reward that ain’t worth dying for
We wear both hats;
sometimes we’re the good guys,
sometimes we’re on the other side
It depends on what the pay is,
depends on what the fight is too
Some say we ain’t nothing but paid mercs
When swiping the untraceable credit disk,
we love giving the mean smirks
We can be your best friend,
we can be your worst enemy
But oft times, we’re in the middle somewhere
Space outlaws don’t much care
Categories:
untraceable, adventure, science fiction, space,
Form:
Free verse
Slowly
(a life time of small steps back
Fades the light
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Birth of an immaculate
Smile
Spanning the horizon for hope
Scanning the world for yes
Searching the room for you
To face your face
To see what you see
To hear what you hear
To feel what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small looks back
Recedes the day
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Light of an untraceable
Urge
Scoping the skies for joy
Singing the warmth of birds
Shaking the wounds in you
To touch your face
To please what you see
To sooth what you hear
To smooth what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small kicks back
Proceeds the night
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Moon of an irradiant
Purge
Sapping the vines of spring
Stopping the play of sin
Solving the lies in you
To replace your face
To appease what you see
To fear what you hear
To doom what you feel
Slowly
(a life time of small slaps back
Succeeds the dark
towards a tiny waiting grave)
As does the bright
Death of an unknowable
Life
Sounding the bells of done
Sipping the truth of hell
Salting the wounds in you
To forget your face
To curse what you see
To hate what you hear
To despise what you feel
----May 2014. Verse written for self-therapy. Composed in a state of anger, frustration, disappointment… It helped. A day later light-hearted humor was back.
Categories:
untraceable, anger,
Form:
Free verse
A grevious ghetto.
Young and old live
A fearful avenue to freshers,
A non-grid lock area,
Where the young guile people.
Smokes in the air but no fire,
Hard drugs serves as food,
Haemophiliac men on the streets,
No halycon days of the youth,
Half caste children populates
Sodom and Gomorrah now
In nekede!
Girls on the streets,
With their dwangling breast,
To sell their already sold dignity,
To young men who sees it
As their duty to buy it,
Just with almost no token.
Parental advice untraceable
In their psychopathic brain
They are lords of their own,
It is written on the wall boldly,
A HARBINGER,
A good place for war is there
Two sided humans stay in nekede,
The wise men and the jeuw men,
Wise men keep getting wiser and
Jeuw men keep getting foolish
Wise men are not save,
Claiming to be owners of the road,
The jeuw are free men,
Move freely on the street.
Wise men die daily and the fortunate
Await death though on the race.
In other not to miss the grace,
Could this be an herald trace?
The jeuw jeer at the wise ones,
Death tolls.
Tears roll.
The fathers of nekedians weep
Even in the grave,
Has evil not stayed its welcome?
And the area ripe for judgement?
But who will be the judge?
We wait for such a day
Categories:
untraceable, adventure, bereavement, child abuse,
Form:
Haiku
Scars so deep the trails, the trails are untraceable.
A smile, a smile that's been forced and faked more than once.
Voice, a voice that's been silenced so many times
I cant recall how I sound.
Me, I have endured more than I needed
to be served to me on a steel plate.
Look at me, the life in me has been yearning to be reborn again.
I am a woman born to be an individual that should stand firm and rooted.
Rooted to what she solely believes to be true.
I am caught up in a web of confusion and twisted emotions.
Lost in a maze of my own feelings.
I am gradually learning to find the connection between Me and reality.
Categories:
untraceable, absence, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
i have fallen into the dark
Ocean storms arise to swallow me whole
unpredictable untraceable intractable
I am hunted Hunted
hunted
Doomed to die in darkness
With no way out I am dead
dead to all living to none
black is my mind heart and soul
for I don’t live
Categories:
untraceable, angst, death, depression, life,
Form:
Personification
Unnameable the moment when it starts
The sun goes turns black and flowers die on the stalk
The agony in the garden of the heart
Unnatural rhythms subvert accountants’ charts
Poor nestlings feel the onslaught of the hawk
Untraceable the moment when it starts
For always seemed our love, and quiet its art
Banal the labels in a doctor’s talk
Of agony in the gardens of the heart
Speechless,cold and numb the separate parts
Each one with its indirection walks
Untraceable the moment when it starts
That one who knew our measure must depart
Wounds our sense of self now writ in chalk
Such agony in the gardens of the heart
Like a skylark trapped,untimely, caught
I the one time lover fear the night
So minute at the moment when it starts
Agony strips the garden of the heart
Categories:
untraceable, emotions, grief,
Form:
Villanelle