Best Untried Poems
I let up the shade, as the sun has gone down
watching evening come in at the end of the day
It brings with it colors of umber and rust
while earth swallows dusk, which is fading to grey
From the living room window, I am hoping to see
geese flying back to their warm winter homes
All nature seems normal, routine, once again
whatever normal we can find after rain
Winter is coming and a new year begins
How will it be now, this journey, untried?
As we travel new miles, fresh grief on our sleeves,
with a tremulous smile, and with anguish and pride
Cold days arrive....There is talk on the hill
where tall pine trees have whispered
reminding the creek, and the ash trees are shedding
and katydids will not call out condolences in the dark
Soon enough, when the lark sings, wet grass will need tending
stacks of shutters will need painting,
and snow will yet need to be pushed aside
How will they cope..?
He's not here to do it...but somehow we hope
they will wade their way through it..
But for now , at a kitchen table
for these brief moments, they are able
to laugh, argue, and have fun...
Someone shouts out, "I won!"..
Joy is hard work...but it needs to be done
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Categories:
untried, family, grief, life,
Form:
Free verse
I lived my best in season of the sun,
those yellow, mellow days when cares are flung
to June’s warm breeze, and childhood is begun,
a field to wander in, and all is young!
I lived my zenith in the summer heat.
Ah, zephyr of sublime and untried heights!
Blue sky, July, and taste of kisses sweet
still haunt my mind in cool midsummer nights.
In August came dry winds, and I was torn
from my adobe of early gleeful days.
My children both at summer’s end were born,
and now a grandchild in new sunlight plays.
When dusk, unhurried, comes, I live my best.
In Virgo’s sun may I be laid to rest.
For Brian Strand's ANY 2012 POEM any theme/
any form max of 18 lines Poetry Contest
and now for PD's Any Form Under 15 Lines Poetry Contest
Categories:
untried, life, grandchild,
Form:
Sonnet
I feel a butterfly inside;
its wings are cramped within my breast.
The weight of flesh, o dull cocoon,
prohibits my free flight. At best
I only soar inside; my wings--
gossamer, light, remain untried.
I wait...I wait...until the day
the barred' cage is flung aside
and airy wings lift toward the skies.
I have felt this graceful creature
flutter faintly deep inside;
then, at times, so ardently,
I think no way will it abide!
It will be loosed! Its wish to fly
will push the bars of flesh aside.
Determined is this butterfly
to show its colors multiplied
and wing its way through azure skies.
The time is drawing near, I'm sure;
the throbbing swells within my heart.
The cumbrous cocoon, filled with life,
is bursting now, falling apart.
The butterfly is breaking free;
no more its wings will tightly furl,
but lightly spread upon the breeze
their filmy webs, gilded and pearled...
and, then, my soul will leave this world.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
Categories:
untried, butterfly, death, freedom, metaphor,
Form:
Lyric
Genesis: God’s plan unfolding
Father, with the Word, creates;
Spirit on the water hovers
God, how great and wise you are!
Caterpillar - slow, unwieldy
Daily tied to earthen bonds
Weaves a tomb of transformation
God, how great and wise you are!
Chrysalis - still small but growing;
Like salvation’s scarlet thread
Silken fibers knit together
God, how great and wise you are!
His creation full of mystery
Tides and seasons, death and birth;
All things change but the Almighty
Only constant One on earth.
Full cocoon - now breaking open
Folded wings untried, unsure,
Now unfolding, flexing, flying;
God, how great and wise you are!
Butterfly - now soaring, sailing
Free at last from landlocked chains
Picture of the resurrection
God, how great and wise you are!
All in Christ made new creations
Old things gone, the new has come,
Praise the Father, Son and Spirit;
God, how great and wise you are!
Categories:
untried, god, jesus,
Form:
Quatrain
The mysteries of sleep
Long nights with many interruptions
The light bulb in my head will not die out
despite the fact that the body is heavy and tired
Nothing should be untried ...
the most important hours of rest
I walk back and forth through
the silence of the house
In the flickering fire of my thoughts
If sleep was not essential for good health,
would probably mother earth not prioritize
that we should spend 1/3 of the day sleeping
Sleeping Beauty woke up refreshed
( She slept for 100 years
even for a princess's heart way too long )
The hunt for a rested morning
19/05/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
untried, mystery, night, sleep,
Form:
Verse
blueprint
To have the innocence
again, not abused
nor denied
to see with the
eyes of a child
the beauty
that could be
in it all -
what we lost,
through bitterness
the curse of
me over you
and warring life
throwing its poetic
grenades, watching
feathers fly
the absurd piranhas
and cockerels fighting
fed love,
the monsters
put to bed to sleep,
to wake
to live
the beautiful dream
the sting
of wonderment
in the child’s heart
untouched
open, sweet
beatific smiles
innocence untried
retrieved blueprint
could be ours again
in another world
in another time
bathed in sun,
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Walk"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_walk_1376951
Categories:
untried, easter, muse, peace,
Form:
Free verse
I need to work more magic
You’re not as easy as I thought
It’s going to take a little more
Than a rabbit out of a hat
I’ve already done the slight of hand
And all the card tricks I know
You just don’t seem to get it
Or you’ve seen it all before
Maybe I need to do the cuffs
And put you in the box
Drop you in the water
To see if you can get out
This relationship exhausts me
Not going as I planned
The smoke and mirrors always worked
But not this time my friend
If I make a dove appear
Where there wasn’t one before
Can I do the same with affection?
It’s the only trick untried!
Categories:
untried, love
Form:
Free verse
With the death of my parents something changed inside,
Its a secret very deep that I’ve tried so hard to hide,
I keep busy working but admit I often have denied,
There’s not a day go by that I don’t think of suicide.
Then I look at my children and become filled with pride,
To see my son graduate, my daughter become a bride,
Would be part of life so important, it could not be denied.
And spending these milestones without me to preside,
Would make my family feel like a big part of them died.
So I keep the sleeping pills hidden and the act untried,
Averting the sad thoughts, putting a smile on the outside.
Breathe easy, this secret is not a true story, that’s the upside.
Written by Lee Ramage
August 30, 2011
For Shani Fassbender’s Contest
“Tell Me a Secret”
Placement: First place
** According to the World Health Organization someone around the globe commits suicide every 40 seconds. Suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in 15-24 year olds. WHO website 2009
Categories:
untried, angst, death, depression, death,
Form:
Monorhyme
He remembered the Ohio of his youth.
Winters of pure, glistening snow. His parents
taking him on wagon rides over hidden,
winding trails through naked woodlands.
Swooping great horned owl. Fog-breathed
whitetail deer, and string-like clouds flirting
with the cool, pearlescent cup that was his moon.
At trail's end, wagons emptying.
Families standing and sitting around a
great, crackling bonfire. The smoke-laden
breath of burning hickory, maple, and ash
stinging his eyes and lungs. So aromatic.
Warm cider and cinnamon. Cookies and treats.
People singing. The plush fragrance of
coffee that he was still too young to share.
It was all splendid adventure.
Afterward. Falling into a dreamless,
hibernal sleep before getting halfway home.
Later in winter. People drawing the
blood of the maple tree into buckets.
He had seen it drip from miniscule
tap-wounds in the bark. As the tree
was alive, he wondered if it hurt?
Workers hauling the sap-laden
buckets to slat-sided shacks deep
within the forest. The maple's lifeblood
being rendered into the most savory syrup
and maple sugar candy.
Sweet treats and a delicacy for
pancakes and waffles.
Ambrosia, his mother and father called it.
Life was all sweetness and smoke.
Crisp, clear, untried.
His mother and father were so right.
Sweetness and Smoke
4-30-15
Free Verse
Categories:
untried, adventure, family, remember, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Journey began for a family wedding
Lucky one is the brother in law
Love or arranged all seem chatting
Everywhere laughter some is awe
Reached the venue a day before
Gossip time along with fancy cheer
Discussions about beauty… on floor
Speculations for new comer un-clear
Greeting few known to many unknown
Everyone giving their words of wisdom
As if met many times…love over flown
Gathering so big like a family kingdom
Talks around…of old times and new
Rushing to the marriage tunes like crazy
Practicing for best roles solo or in crew
Laughter and gags to spice up lazy
Trying the untried talent activity
Wedding day spreads it unique glory
Dressing their best to be a celebrity
Dance, drink, dining…completes story
Couples remembering their times
A family photograph among all clicks
Making memories which sublimes
Wedding moves with happy-sad streaks…
Categories:
untried, wedding, family, day, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Three Popple logs still lie where they fell,
a log triangle; an overgrown dell.
One newly fallen and two not so new,
dissolving repose; beginning anew.
A leaf carpet, yellow, oranges and brown,
soften the lines between logs and the ground.
On white paper bark the sentences close
with woodpecker periods; bark bettle prose.
A Kingdom there lies in this triangled wall,
large for its occupant, really quite small.
The master lords over it all from inside
the soft hollow log; the northern most side.
A watch tower sapling, leaf bare in fall,
helps him stand guard on the barrior wall.
From height his shrill challenge, flickings of tail,
will threaten intruders, Chipmunks and Quail.
Busily covering food with the leaves
the cold winter wind just stripped from the trees.
Whatever resource the earth will provide
leaving nothing to chance, nothing untried.
Linage of mother and father infinite
protects the master, his spouse, his birthright.
Efforts required are efforts extended,
as long as the dell remains as intended.
His kingdom survives; the lay of the land
doesn't agree with the planning of man.
It's not very handy, not very dry;
tree limbs and brambles compete for the sky.
In man's absense the Kingdom's protected
by the miniscule master, pampered and tended.
Left to his care log border to border,
keeping with nature's natural order.
Cold urgent air of the fall is alive;
the scurry of creatures; will to survive.
Livings and dieings unknown to the whole,
lessons unlearned and existance untold.
The Kingdom of Red Buck so far this year
has passed with concern, some effort, some fear.
Blessed by not knowing the threat to his clan,
he can't know the depth of the greed that is man.
Categories:
untried, animals, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday, my heart felt a little tapping
Coming from the inside, a friendly rapping
It grew strong then weak, refreshed then weary
Sometimes ordinary, sometimes eerie
So I opened the door and looked inside
Looked past the smiles I've held and the tears I've cried
Right above where passions subside
I found a poem, cowering, yet untried
I tenderly tried to draw it out
Coax turned to order turned to shout
It simply sat there, unwilling to confide
Right above where passions subside
"Fine!" I yelled to it "Stay there"
I spared it one last snarl and a glare
And marched out with quite some flare
Marched out of the poem's lair
Locked my heart up behind me
Completely unable to foresee
The continued tapping of that rhyme
A rap at every clock and chime
So I decided to ignore it, unable to perceive
Exactly how unwilling it was to leave
Today, I woke up with a pain in my chest
Felt it as I brushed my teeth, as I got dressed
To be honest, I was quite impressed
This poem didn't seem to ever rest
But I wanted to discharge this vexatious guest
To be free of this detestable pest
It wouldn't leave upon request
It wouldn't move despite my protest
Even when I threw at it all the mental force I possessed
So to myself I confessed
It was causing me serious unrest
Leaving my brain distressed
My spirit depressed
Eventually, my failure expressed
I asked my heart a plan to suggest
After all, it was where the visitor resided
I asked and waited to be guided
For the heart to be decided
For the information to be provided
Realization hit my heart in the head
It called me to it, tugged at me with a thread
I felt it and to my heart I sped
I splayed before it and pled
"Save me – what do I do - help me"
To rid me of my companion it did guarantee
Pulled me close and whispered quietly
Told me the plan privately
I reacted violently
Refused mightily
But agreed finally
So I sit here now like some defender
Ready at last to face the offender
The battle commences, I let my heart grow tender
The verse rears up, here comes my contender
I marvel at its splendor
And Finally... I surrender
Categories:
untried, imagination, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced, a trial to best.
And though the past may be long gone,
The present's woes still march upon.
The coronation looms, a weighty day,
A momentous event, with much to say.
For though the crown may rest on his head,
The king must tread on paths unknown ahead.
The world outside is fraught with strife,
A changing tide that threatens life.
The monarchy's place, now questioned anew,
A balance found, yet untried and true.
The king must rise, to meet the test,
To find his way, to do his best.
To hold true to his duties, to his throne,
And to lead his people to the fortune.
For though the road ahead is fraught,
The crown must lead, with purpose and thought.
To show the way, with steady hand,
And to guide his people, through troubled lands.
We join and pray when the coronation nears,
That the king will rise, to face his fears.
To lead his people, with strength and grace,
And to hold true to the monarchy's ancient place.
With crown upon your head, a heavy weight to bear,
Best of luck to serve the nation being clever with care
May you selflessly lead, with noble heart and mind,
And work to heal the damage of the past, left behind.
Long live the king, may your reign be long,
May your rule bring prosperity, love, and song.
Categories:
untried, appreciation, celebration, community, england,
Form:
Rhyme
Fear of the unknown is a living fear, igniting a disquiet within the soul who is uncertain of its home in the hereafter… calm your soul with a whisper of His amazing grace poured across your mind, leaving hope sublime – quote by poet
We fear the new, the untried, the untested
We fear pain, angst, destruction
We fear God, the devil, death
We fear loss, lasting distress
We fear hell, where there is no rest
That awful place where God’s grace
Is never felt and love has left us
With only unbearable pain
There is a way to leave the fear behind
Experience true peace
Within the soul and mind
Know that in the afterlife
There will be sweetest joy and peace
A love that is overflowing
With amazing grace
A light that resemble faith
Beckons us to become a part of the family
Who God will take home one day
To live forever, eternally
There in heaven
The way has been paved
By nail scarred hands
The price will never cost us
More than a simple prayer
Of repentance… simply ask forgiveness
And God’s grace will take you in
To always know this friend
Who will be with you til the very end
Listen to your heart
He sacrificed it all
You only need to have faith
And He will pay your way
Into that wonderful place
Where we abide eternally
In the light – the love
That is God from above
Comforting, calming, coloring
The entire air – with a joyful way
Of knowing a better day
He has paved the way
You simply step out in faith
And answer the call to be saved
From death, pain and the grave
A Heavenly home awaits
Out last thoughts are truly tranquil
Because we know in our hearts
We have every right to be thankful
Our last thoughts poetry contest
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April 24, 2021
Categories:
untried, blessing, death, faith, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
She’s gone again, just for a bit,
A day, a week, just some respite,
I’m on my own, no one to pry,
Not held to task, to answer why,
And still with freedoms yet untried,
I sit, I stare, try to decide,
I could, I should, indulge myself,
Partake of sin I’ve been denied,
Instead I sit and watch and wait,
For her return, back by my side.
Categories:
untried, devotion,
Form:
Light Verse