Best Untrusting Poems
love the unlovable,
when its time to let go,do not cry.
loosen you grip, divide the fingers,
and wish them well
for you were the only person who opened your
cold bones to the untrusting thrones
of the unknown.
giving so unselfishly,
while wishing them the best
while on this cold,
not in your control journey
you fed them the best knowelege
know watch them walk away
no thank you's,no hugs,
love the unlovable
Categories:
untrusting, childhood, growth, how i
Form:
Free verse
You've seen me by a million names,
You've read all about my pain,
but do you understand me? Do you know who I really am?
My head is pounding slightly,
Sometimes I lose my eyesight,
my body likes to destroy me. It doesn't much care who I am.
My tears slide down my cheeks,
my knees are actin pretty weak,
but do you really know me?
My home life is a mess,
I fall in love deeply and get depressed,
I speak in flowing words as if everything were nature,
My eyes are ever changing, untrusting and availing,
leading me down whatever path I must,
I've been a broken doll,
I've been a caged animal,
A million different things,
But do you really know me
Im faceless, Ever changing in your dreams
Categories:
untrusting, artme,
Form:
4/27/17
Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn
Changes rarely or often
Occuring by the top of the river mouth and at the bottom
Near and far from fruits and vegetables still fresh or rotten
As well as any flowers starting to blossom
Fields full or barely with any cotton or pollen
House that do or don't have a black cauldron
On the walls paintings or posters of batman and robin
I stood solemn
And navigated inbetween columns
Before I saw a downtrodden
Individual with the stature of gollum
They were drinking some concoction
Out of a goblet and eating an opossum
Inside a sodden area full of toxins
I had options
But stopped to talk and help if they had a problem
Untrusting and unresponsive
Until they started to soften
When I spoke truthfully, they began feeling awesome
Then reached the goal, by using their noggin
Realizing we all are allotted
So much time even if more is what you wanted
Whether or not you paid homage
And seeked wealth and knowledge
Always had a little or a lot in common
Many a times I have fallen
Been long forgotten
Heed with caution
And watch it
I'm coming in with more speed than an aeronautic rocket
And the force of a super sonic comet
Sorry that it makes you uncomfortable and on the verge of being
about to vomit
No I'm not, to be honest
The reason the house is so called haunted
The monster underneath your bed and inside your closet
With more clarity than any prophet
Amid molecules that split or bonded
Lines remained dotted
Or connected in and out of any quadrant
As the universe was in constant
Motion with occasional paradoxes
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
untrusting, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
Freshman geek. Computer nerd.
Shy, sweet, not my type.
So why did his presence follow me like
A homeless, hungry puppy?
Unforgettable, undeniable, irresistible.
Just friends, but my heart already knew.
And the Matchmaker smiled.
Electricity in his touch.
Butterflies in my stomach.
The blush of new love spilled over our every move like technicolor.
Heady, intoxicating, fated.
The ring was the first stroke of our eternal masterpiece.
And the Artist smiled.
Contentment in his arms.
Security in his hands.
Playing house is a never-ending dance that he leads and I follow.
High lifts, low dips, dizzy spins.
The music swells, and he empowers me with the strength of his love.
And the Maestro smiled.
And from the super nova that is us
Exploded a third frenetic energy.
An atom of me and a molecule of him becomes the best of both our worlds.
Chubby, adorable, life-changing.
I know that two have not become three, but one.
And the Chemist smiled.
Heart growing like the Grinch's
Yearning to be filled.
Not from our seed, but a seedling from another.
Braids, dark skin, untrusting eyes
Transplanting a flower who has been neglected, whose petals have begun to wilt and drop.
And the Gardener smiled.
Days of parasailing through life,
Others being dragged behind the boat.
But never a regret choosing our crew for the journey.
Poor, rich, blessed.
Riding the waves of life on a board built for four.
And the Kahuna smiles still.
Categories:
untrusting, baby, children, family, god,
Form:
Free verse
Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17
Categories:
untrusting, angst, butterfly, change, suicide,
Form:
Blank verse
Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.
Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.
Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant voiced billowed plumes
that cosset my fatigued head with caresses
of indulgent dreams.
JF March 16, 2009
Categories:
untrusting, depression, introspection
Form:
Sapphic stanza
Love of my mother's Scotland knows no bounds,
yet she, like me, was destined far to roam.
Her wistful music of the isles surrounds
my everyday, her voice so soft and low.
Sweet songs of love, and yet forever sad,
with veils of deepest melancholy clad.
A lonesome piper plays a slow lament,
or, boldly rousing, urges men to war.
From kith and kin they were so often sent,
their mist-clad hills and glens to see no more.
Or else to unknown futures overseas,
a greedy and uncaring laird to please.
Today, as Scottish hearts still strongly beat,
proudly as ever do they wave their nation's flag,
untrusting of the powers that would deplete
their unity, their centuries old resolve,
to be a sovereign nation once again,
"O Flower of Scotland" their heartfelt refrain.
Categories:
untrusting, patriotic, people, political, pride,
Form:
Rhyme
Butterflies
I sent her an email with butterflies attached, I was hoping she'd open it, her heart would I snatch.
It was ten past four when she read it-after quite a very long day.
They flew out at once with one click of that mouse,
So many included they filled her whole house.
Next, I decided to send her- a very large enveloped batched-
with seeds from deep in my garden-where lies all the weeds and piles of thatch.
She went to her mailbox and saw it was from me,
a smile she flashed, just as quick as could be.
She hurriedly ripped it open
to see just what was inside, she spilled out all of its contents
she poured it out in her hands,
as those butterflies flew -and filled up the whole sky.
Now I gave her a bottle- a message inside-
"now that I've finally found you, please no longer hide"
"I thought of You, quite often, as my life-it has passed. "I felt all my breath leave me- all in one single gasp.
"I - so long ago-just was not the right guy. I lacked life and the smarts to give- my best try."
"I've found you again, lost you- so long ago.
I've learned all my lessons, Please give me a go."
I understand about love hurting you so..
I'm no longer the guy from so long ago...
I know your untrusting and you've a hard row to hoe..
I know that around you ...some speed bumps may grow.
But I work with strong hands and I'll pull you in tow.
I wait for return mail...be it in letter or post...i can promise you one thing..I wait your response.
I wait and I watch as my mail person walks by..
..I await just a message or email or such.
I can't stand here guessing for my time left is short.
I wait for a signal..a sign of some sort...
without it I'm clueless, So i wait your report....
I wait everyday- to check through my mail. I watch- on this screen-till my older eyes start to fail.
And -look to the sky -where the butterflies hail.
Yes, my dear I still wait.....
This is for someone old- someone new -someone needed- someone wanted-
Someone Special...Be Special
You know who you are.
Crazy still
By, RLJGMF
Categories:
untrusting, butterfly, lost love,
Form:
Lyric
Many scripture passages have set the tones
Yet Isaiah 57:5, Acts 17:28, Psalm 139:7 and Exodus 33:14 are letting it be known
Jesus presence is felt everywhere
It is something beyond compare
You just have to understand from where
Jesus spirit can be felt from where anybody can be
This is something for the unbeliever to explore and see
Jesus moves all around us
Yet unbelievers often wonder what is all the fess
Blessing, praise, Holy Spirit and preaching’s
But what the unbeliever doesn’t understand, it is preaching being the many teachings
The unbeliever will convert to untrusting world
But won’t let Jesus move within being blessings that swirl
The unbeliever thinks sins is where it is at
But Jesus refers to the bible and we must look back
Sin is a way of death
It’s the desire to change
It’s the Holy Spirit that will rearrange
You must be “BORN AGAIN”
A new enriched beginning until the end
A new Christian from being an unbeliever living from when
The walk with Jesus with a journey that will begin
Jesus doesn’t want anyone to remain in sin
The unbeliever will be living short time on thin
Jesus is definitely the way
There are no further words that I need to say
My encouraging words to you, “God please have your own way”
Jesus automatic response being ok
I pray unto you
It is all praises that’s due.
Categories:
untrusting, bible, blessing, change, christian,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Sinfonia
Phi For One
Mu for Alpha
Orange splices of pure fire fall to the cavernous wall as if the world was on its head,
Shadows of friends in greeting prints the rock a far,
I sit in comfort and complete humility by a roaring fire of fraternity.
I ponder my great quest for fire.
A long road remembered,
As barber drips from the pores of my soul chanting a deafening memory of my initiation.
The end is near, the wait is impossible, my stomach churns but I don’t care. I whisper to my earned brother, “where are we?”, “In the middle of no where in a freezing car.” Several hours go by and nay we pledges have much importance. Finally, the sounds of gravel hence at approaching membership. I hold and follow my earned brother along a steep and rocky path. I peer down my nose at my feet, barely staying vertical. I feel a blaze of warmth and hear a hissing crackle as if cast into the inferno of hell and damnation. An eerie silence blanketed by the radiance of Adagio. I feared the unknown and was most untrusting of the “Actives.” Who con and deceive. I trust Nathan and Dustin though, and they would not harm me! My mind never rested, I considered every course of retaliation, every out, every option.
At last I remove my blindfold destination revealed with aww.
Fresh and clear meanings defined.
My ritual, praised by youthful hearts, of Orpheus.
I am proud in brotherhood and understanding. I finally ware my gray hoody with the letters PHI MU ALPHA.
I (and others) have traveled great distances in Phi for One.
This One is but Mu, and can only be found in the leap of Alpha.
The Mu is necessary for Alpha and such a night is latent in all our minds
At nights end we all have replenished our souls with remembrance of fraternal meaning and brotherly spirit.
Raise your prelude to all the brothers, we sing.
A large circle of brothers arm over shoulder singing proud and loud on this cold damp November starry night.
This night is replayed over and over in my mind, reaffirming my commitment too Iota Rho’s long honored traditions. Time is irrelevant though we say its not. Perfection is of no concern, though we heave its importance.
At last the echo carries… SIN..FON..IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa! At last the traditions are entrusted to the next generation.
Categories:
untrusting, fear, pride,
Form:
Free verse
Thank You!
For showing me the world is cruel,
evil, to be cautious, suspecting, untrusting,
and doubt other peoples intentions;
when I needed to feel safe.
For causing insurmountable pain,
nightmares, psychological instability,
and permanent emotional scars;
when I needed comfort.
For not telling me you love me,
I am beautiful, and that I can
become anything I dream of;
when I needed self confidence.
For feeding me to the ravenous lions,
turning a blind eye, allowing abuse,
and neglecting my needs;
when I needed your protection.
For not saying you are sorry,
crying with me, embracing me
or praying with me;
when I needed your compassion.
For abandoning me,
missing birthdays, standing me up,
and not fighting for me;
when I needed security.
For not believing me,
making a mockery of me,
and turning others against me;
when I needed your trust.
For always putting a man first,
dependence, insecurity,
and fear of being alone;
when I needed a teacher.
For never being there,
praising me, encouraging me, advising me,
scolding me, or loving me unconditionally;
when I needed a mother.
I say Thank You because you gave me a priceless Gift. Having a daughter of my own, I can always look back at this and appreciate the sacrifices that I have made so that she will never understand the meaning of "mom" the same way I did. Thank you for teaching me what NOT to be.
Categories:
untrusting, dedication, mother daughter,
Form:
Butterflies
I sent her an email with butterflies attached, I was hoping she'd open it, her heart would I snatch.
It was ten past four when she read it-after quite a very long day.
They flew out at once with one click of that mouse,
So many included they filled her whole house.
Next, I decided to send her- a very large enveloped batched-
with seeds from deep in my garden-where lies all the weeds and piles of thatch.
She went to her mailbox and saw it was from me,
a smile she flashed, just as quick as could be.
She hurriedly ripped it open
to see just what was inside, she spilled out all of its contents
she poured it out in her hands,
as those butterflies flew -and filled up the whole sky.
Now I gave her a bottle- a message inside-
"now that I've finally found you, please no longer hide"
"I thought of You, quite often, as my life-it has passed. "I felt all my breath leave me- all in one single gasp.
"I - so long ago-just was not the right guy. I lacked life and the smarts to give you---
my truly best try."
"I've found you again, lost you- so long ago.
I've learned most of my lessons, Please give me a go."
I understand about love hurting you so..
I'm no longer the guy from so long ago...
I know your untrusting and you've a hard row to hoe..
I know that around you ...some speed bumps may grow.
But I work with strong hands and I'll pull you in tow.
I wait for return mail...be it- in letter or post...I wait and I wonder
and I watch as my mail person walks by..
and look to the sky where butterflies fly.....
R.Moan Jr
Categories:
untrusting, butterfly,
Form:
Lyric
A smashing sound stirs, they “bang the gavel.”
Concessions granted; court begins to unravel.
The eight need votes, an agreement was reached.
Abandoning rightwing values once preached
Tenure, cast it as a repudiation of his failure to lead.
Accusations of advancing policies, this day he’ll heed.
Policies that harm American families and children
What we are really saying is we must stay in power, bewildering.
A twenty first century political leader top level
Thought to have made a deal with the devil.
Backdrop of heckling and mockery from his colleagues
Only good behavior with us, we only hire trusties.
“You’re no martyr!” Shouts from paranoia’s untrusting
Of brokering a “secret” deal, on Ukraine funding
Offered an ominous warning as the House veered toward an ouster.
For broken promises, we shall reckon with the next jouster.
Because he wanted to work for togetherness?
To anyone with a pulse this is senseless
They tabled the vote, why I don’t understand this.
They made no secret of their opinions of this antagonist.
Bemoaned that the House as an institution is broken.
Tears fell and words nevertheless stayed unspoken.
“Elect a speaker that will help us work to pass policies.
That coincide with our beliefs and our monopolies.
That truly support the people of this country!"
Again, spewed so untrue, to help, is elementary.
Ensure we do not come to the brink.
Of another government shutdown I think
Due to disagreement of the budget, it’s greed.
Taking programs away from those in need
Where results are dire, it makes no sense,
Results are disastrous and it is dense.
The Talking Heads request.
Changes inevitable are for the best.
This isn’t a test, "Stop Making Sense!"
Start making corruption end, hence!
A better America will prevail.
Not just another deal with the devil
Categories:
untrusting, anger, corruption, devotion, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen to the sounds of night
Close your eyes
Beware the fright
Thoughts cascade
Through brim-filled mind
Help her
Help her
She is blind
Starts to seep
The frustration
Hid so deep
The untrusting of any soul
The always suspicious toll
One took and broke
Perfect ideals
Thoughts evoked
Cascade
Cascade down
Until still life played
In front of seamless eyes
Brutal attacks
Heinous crime
Run run run
Quick
And hide
Heart seems not to beat
Only quiet little leaks
That no one sees beneath
Body aches to be fee
But soul it seems
Captured
Smothered
Ceased
Slow uneasy feet
Carry her too unwilling defeat
To talk
To not
To hide away initial thoughts
Not to be caught
Around devils door
Around a hellward bound
Simple sound
The screeching sound
Of metal scrounge
Across cast iron
Over soft white
Pillow like
Late at night
Thoughts collide
Cascading down
Her intricate mind
A frown it seems
The only mask
That seem her fiend
Run little girl
Run they scream
Categories:
untrusting, anger
Form:
Free verse
Monologue of a monolith
to live in a moment
was futile. A young house was in disorder.
Not listening, I would find the missing links.
Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal
lines for shifting the planets.
The age creeps quietly, irremediably poor,
unchanged in hysteria : after hysterectomy
the womb lies in dirt. Ethnic violence will fill
the carts of mutilated bodies, move to market,
selling the rage. Be in today, or tomorrow,
the blood brings honour.
Do not complain of weather, these arthritic
fingers, crooked toes, you will end on a cliff
after the logic of war fails. A bald year
moves, untrusting the noble men, I ascend
a coin to find the circa of topless democracies
destroying the pillars of feet.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
untrusting, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: