Best Untrod Poems
For one who was my first most precious love,
who drifted into my life like fresh snow,
he’s still the guy that my impressions of
remain like snow untrod upon although
it was late summer when he stirred in me
such dulcet longings. Like a butterfly,
my heart went dancing when we kissed, and he -
along with me - soared into velvet sky.
With myriad stars, the moon was blooming.
It peeked down at us in our passion’s play.
My love’s touch – soft cashmere - was consuming.
With headiness, we savored love’s parfait
when sun slid down and hid behind a hill.
That young man’s sweetness I remember still.
Categories:
untrod, romantic love,
Form:
Sonnet
Forgive me Father,
for I have lived
these years apart
with silent heart
that beat so quiet
in defeat
Unheard, unseen
neath face serene;
the face you'd
come to know
and loved,
your son
Forgive me Father,
for I've denied
in word, in deed
to serve one's need
so near and yet so
far away
Unsaid, unasked
behind the mask;
the veil you'd
shown alone
to me,
your son
Forgive me Father,
for I have judged
both mind and man
more righteous than
a mortal has a
right to be
Untrod, unknown
and all alone
the path you'd
walked ahead
awaits,
your son
Categories:
untrod, father, forgiveness, son,
Form:
Stare-well.! gazing..As emotions and souls to your Majestic fields aspire..
Temporal surrounds me, ambiguous background; below crested fallow moons.."
Amplified." Intensity' as stellar images fall silently; while cresendos of beauty abound
Innumerable shifts of light and dark in shaded displays make play! & re-plays are seen.
Roaming tails of light deny non-existence, "and pass on" in twillight realms...
Wholly indescribable energy masses pirouette; in an eternity of loose and endings"
Always immaculate ways, and untrod paths scintillate to Mercurial growth anon..)
Yea' though is interposed my earthly being; tis the more to highlight heavenly ways,
To rebirth.! "and with all glory" the celestial tapestry alludes to His-story.."
Orbs in incandescence implode.! as platignum stairways transpire..)
Though my script be no match.) the words not worthy of re-counting be, so let it be.!
Haze's of swirl glazed and gaseous liquid nimbus; gather possibility's beyond reason
Eclipse, is a true part of the many story's played upon this..! of aeons august stage.
Starry foot-light stair-well "to be or not to be"of such is all the honor i seek to attain,
True enrichment there'to is revolving; where'of my soul is to pertaining
And there my"die is cast..!as midst the maddening crowd" i cry with sullied eyes.)
Revering and wishing upon the great lights life i see in para-present skies
So i endure..passing all lights are.! await i "a mote of such to be,In the one Gods sight.
Copyright Joe Maverick.co.uk 2012 For Linda-Maries Stairway to the stars contest.
Categories:
untrod, allegory, light,
Form:
Acrostic
First, I was a horse,
proud, fierce, untamed.
testing the texture of one continent,
competing with the winds and tornadoes
to achieve the ultimate granular vortex,
testing the manhood of the Cheyenne,
twisting the blistering ropes of the Sioux,
defying the white man with bared, scornful teeth
and a rusty, booming cloud of contempt,
rearing up disdainful hoofs at his challenge
of a lumbering smoking iron donkey
trapped on it's molded rails.
Then, I was a plane,
lithe, lightweight, defined.
with a body DaVinci once dreamed of
and a clear canopy
of tense eyes and sweaty, twitching fingers
on the throttle.
Soaring high over another continent,
beaten down by polished black boots.
The elegant, rich roar of Rolls Royce,
The searing steel death of Browning,
clamping together to mete out
justice and liberty,
higher and faster than any swastika propellers.
Then I was a car,
with clean lines and a pure promise,
born of optimism and innovation,
first brought forth under a steel sphere of the world.
My lean, youthful frame and bristling energy
beckoned to the untamed young,
bringing elation and
the whoops of warriors
as they pony up precious pennies
to slip easily into my low slung, leather saddle
and pick their soundtrack
and flick my fresh rubber hooves
across the next horizon.
Their nubile females in splendid mating colors
ponytails wagging their eager assent
in my ever growling breeze
as I assault their narrow strips of tar.
I have thundered through untrod dust.
I have been caught only by men like Remington.
I have sailed above exploding black skies
and landed farm boys safely to their futures.
I have raced through muggy summer nights,
blaring out my rebellion to a rock and roll beat.
I am freedom in flesh and hooves
and wings and guns
and canvas tops and pinstripes.
I am what Art should be:
I am versatile.
I speak in a thousand ways
in a thousand forms.
I please the eye and thrill the soul.
I am ..ME.
Categories:
untrod, allegory, animals, art
Form:
Free verse
Parsing time
Along the slope he leant
with his caved-in shoulders
not standing on end
one foot upturned
the other curled
a shrivelled cucumber sole
Which way did the past go
past the point where the wind turned tail
behind the shadow of curling light
or the precession of Mercury
If you see your tail swish
before any hint of thought could wish
How do you know if it did
If you didn’t see it topple the intent’s lid
Many the whisper of a word
will come calling in untrod chasms
by the waylaid tongue
Whose the nameless parole
the lexicographers culled
for want of another word
or two
If time travels in an unflat trapezoid
Which way will it be going first
Your way
My way
Or that away
Time is not Time
If it didn’t travel
Time then is unrealizable motion
What doesn’t move of its volition is dead
Time masters all life
If you kill every being on earth
Destroy every trace of every particle
On earth as on every other sphere
In this universe
or heavy dark matter
Likewise on every parallel universe
Time will go berserk
Running trapezoid wild
in every direction
for it’ll have nothing to relate to
Yet it’ll be the solitary inhabitant of the Void
Calling out to itself to void the Will
For it’d have had a past
A body to call its own
And you cannot kill a body
Which does not exist in Time
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2012
Categories:
untrod, time, universe,
Form:
Free verse
large feathery snowflakes gently fall...
a panoramic overlay conceals blurred landmarks...
young lovers walk holding hands
explore untrod virginal snowy paths
beneath a faint watchful moonlight chaperon...
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 14, 2017 for contest MINIMALIST sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
untrod, first love, innocence, winter,
Form:
Free verse
I ask, dear God, how can this be?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart!
How could they pass those bills, decree
these inhumane new rules will start?
It rends my soul and stabs my heart...
these facts about a choice made law;
these inhumane new rules will start...
humanity's horrendous flaw.
These facts about a choice made law!
To kill a life that's near complete;
humanity's horrendous flaw
to snuff it out...halt its heartbeat!
To kill a life that's near complete
or one that's fully born...dear God!
To snuff it out...halt its heartbeat...
a moral breach...till now, untrod.
Or one that's fully born, dear God,
how could they pass those bills, decree
a moral breach, till now, untrod.
I ask, dear God, how can this be?
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: A Protest Poem: A Poem With A Message
Sponsor: Stephen Pennell
Judged: 04/06/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest III: Open Poetry
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 02/08/2019
Categories:
untrod, abuse, child, murder,
Form:
Pantoum
In this the third
Week of April
I loofahed from top to my toe
Every inch of
my scaly magnificence
bidding the lost parts go
Always loving a monday,
A first,ground zero
A change
Whether August or May
Or dawn of new day
I eagerly sought to know
To be at the pop
that starts a new race
On clean untrod virgin snow
What I sorely
lacked
Was conviction
In the self care
I hoped
To attain
To fall,then to rise
going wiser along
Without starting over again
Using what's gleaned
To propel me
To envision the pot holes and snares
Knowing that life
It is,what it is
Never advertised freely from cares
Categories:
untrod, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of strife.)
Success at all costs is the rock bottom line!
( We keep cutting jobs and I think that's fine.)
All things in their turn and each in their place,
( That ***** they hired. I don't like his face.)
We must turn a profit. The public be damned!
(How dare they label our whole business a scam!)
How America prospers must be left up to us!
( If the gas goes too high, there's always the bus.)
Let them get here like I did- work hard and save!
( I have no regrets- save my untrod upon grave.)
Categories:
untrod, history, life, people, satire
Form:
Rhyme
Forgotten paths
Untrod valleys
Lonely nights
Quivering hearts
The lonely journey of life
Befriending the pain
Confronted with a brutal truth
The cold heartless stony truth
Pleading with the angel of death
To spare him the agony
To let his soul gently sleep
In the arms of the maternal sea
Under the hot Mediterranean sun
To toy with the winds and the tides
Ashes scattered under the
Paternal nurturing sun
Home and peaceful at last
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on December 27, 2018 for contest 2019 POETRY MARATHON MILE 5 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on January 6, 2018
Categories:
untrod, angst, death, life, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, children of a lesser god-
defects can steal your life away,
as you are judged by how you look,
or if you hear or speak, or see;
if arms and legs fail miserably-
or minds perform imperfectly.
We fail to see the worth inside
which often cannot let us know
that sometimes- there a talent lies-
above, beyond, what we believe
you are so given to conceive-
then, awed by what you do achieve.
Your real self may be entrapped-
so yearning to express those things
you can't define, yet live within.
And, if that spark is reared in stride,
savant, you will be classified-
child of a greater God espied.
Oh, children of a lesser god-
we must help hone your paths untrod.
April 5, 2020
~8th Place~
Contest: Children Of A Lesser God
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 04/18/2020
Inspired by the story of Kodi Lee, an autistic, blind young man
who is now a famous pianist and singer, after his mother
saw and supported well his inborn musical talents.
Link: https://youtu.be/pDPdRYF7hTQ
Categories:
untrod, caregiving, children, inspirational love,
Form:
Verse
The Farmhouse
One evening before the sun was set
A memory came and stayed a while
Of a chalk white, sun bright path,
Untrod, passing by where I gazed
By a hawthorn hedge and a wooden style.
And I saw nearby a farmhouse stood,
Empty now and weather worn.
An old post box by an open gate,
In the sky the remnants of a passing storm
Above fields once gold with ripened corn.
It seemed now that a distant memory stirred
Where two children play and horses graze,
As if another had received the thought
And remembered that old abandoned place,
A farmhouse arisen from far past days
A letter lay in the collecting box,
The unknowing sender waiting some reply,
But no word came from that forsaken place
From that far farmhouse weather worn,
Only a distant memory passing by.
Barry Stebbings
March 2024
Categories:
untrod, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Every day I went away
Near fifty years of work
Pleasantly I spent the day
Midst temptation's lurk
Pretty women all around
Everywhere I turned
Dazzling smiles, alluring frowns
For so many my heart yearned
Alas, I was a married man
A trooper, faithful to his wife
But now she's gone, the field I scan ~
Ponder paths untrod in life
~ This, of course, is pure fiction ~
Categories:
untrod, desire, longing, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
We walk down paths
previously untrod
Dancing lightly on the earth
we come to the conclusion
that the dark angel
has decided to leave
us in peace
So, for a little while
we'll beat back
the savage winds of winter
By moving towards warmer ground
Like flocks of migrating
bird
We seek peace
We also seek
Something called JOY -We have not forgotten that
And we never will
Categories:
untrod, imagination, inspirational
Form:
Lyric
We want them all to see our Lord,
We want our land to be healed again,
But can we put down our sword?
Can we pour down love like rain?
We want the world to see our God,
To hear His Voice, to trust His Word,
We cry and cry from deeps untrod,
But into dark paths, we are hurled.
We know the plans He has for us,
But are we ready to begin?
There is no time left to discuss,
Why we still like to play with sin?
Give us the power, the first love,
Don’t let us be asleep, lukewarm,
Watch over us from high above,
And make us towers, in the storm.
It has to start right here, right now,
With all of us with me and you,
You live in us, You’ll show us how,
Give us the strength Your will to do!
Categories:
untrod, care, christian, love,
Form:
Rhyme