Best Unusually Poems
He grabbed me up from where I lay, peaceful in the sun,
with my brothers and my sisters round about me.
I felt four digits seeming to be one of a whole,
which clasped around my form.
A fifth one, slightly broader, pressed onto me from my other side.
And then with a jolt, I found myself next lifted high into air,
the dry hot bed beneath me but a whisper of my past.
Accustomed, at the most, to being trodden upon,
I barely had the time to assimilate this rare experience
(I seemed to remember a sweeter touch long ago from a smaller being who had picked me up, examined me and then placed me back on the ground).
Suddenly, I was moving, this time unsupported, through the air.
I spied in a single spinning moment
a world I’d not envisioned from the spot on earth
I'd shared with pebble siblings. In that place, we were surrounded
by greenery that blocked our view
and by giant old gray boulders, my ancestors perhaps.
Reposing heavily as if attached to land,
one such silent sentry supported him,
the creature who had flung me far from my home.
I found myself then bump, bump, bumping along,
making little rings across a shiny stretch of blue.
And when I lost momentum,
I disappeared beneath the final circle I’d created.
It felt much like the times I had been buried in cold whiteness,
but this instead was liquid cool!
I dropped down and down,
onto a different kind of ground, unusually soft and sticky,
the way earth used to feel for me after a sudden downpour.
Settled there, I noticed brown and silver shapes that flitted past above me,
much smaller than many of the creatures of the land above me, but swifter.
Also there were tall green blades that swayed in place.
They resembled those that stood on solid ground.
Best of all, I saw around me others of my kind;
a multitude of us, small, beautiful and round,
with whom to share my soft new cozy bed!
June 25, 2017
Submitted Aug. 8, 2021 for the Stone Poetry contest of Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
unusually, character,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
they are unusually soft inside
with a smile that flourishes
at the sight of you
they take everything in stride
nothing is ever a crisis.
With patience and pluck,
they go about their lives
touching here, touching there
making others feel special
they are often kind
and love is never a disguise
people who feel like hugs
are much aware of your soulful needs
beyond compare and often rare
people who love people,
feel like hugs
every time
Categories:
unusually, appreciation, people,
Form:
Free verse
~
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
~
It is an unusually cold morning here so
I thought I would repost this and warm
the place up a little. : )
Categories:
unusually, morning, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
In days gone by, people said the pipe cleaner
or the black wandering man
with shackles and dirty brushes
When he arrived at the house
in Grand Street number seventeen
A small boy opened the door
He stood wide-eyed
and measuring the big black-clad scary man
who smiled with unusually white teeth in a dirty face
Chains and brushes forged from steel he wore
"Hi, do you remember me from last year ?"
"No, the boy said
but the priest has told a lot about you
on Sundays at the church"
Categories:
unusually, humor,
Form:
Narrative
The sea was unusually wavy,
When a cook in the Royal Navy,
With a roll of the ship,
Accidentally slipped,
Inundating his captain with gravy.
Categories:
unusually, children, funny, on work
Form:
Limerick
Got such sharp pain in my heart,
feels like it will never go away
I'm dying on the inside,
sadness eating at my soul like a cancer
Boxes full of tissues,
empty bed is missing you
Toss and turn every night,
under the covers, I witness
my wasting away life
Shocked by your sudden disappearance,
traumatized by your mysterious vanishing
You made a move so unusually cruel ...
didn't even tell me that our love got stalled
at a relationship railroad crossing
This train wreck wasn't no accident,
to Occupant is where your Dear Joan got sent
Letter said embryonic love died with no name;
no need to cry, no one's to blame
Nine months later, I still ain't the same
I'm filled with shame, baby, only shame
If I didn't do anything wrong,
why ain't my health getting right
Simply put me out of my misery,
got the pox of tears since we parted company
Doctor says I'm in critical danger,
recommends emotional euthanasia
Painless injection to the heart,
gonna make all my hurt go away
Expected from you a sympathy card,
don't hold your breath my friends they say
Now I'm so desensitized,
can't seem to form feelings anymore
When I see someone who looks like you,
I just weakly smile and turn away
It's hard to distinguish blue from gray,
guess that's the side effects still pumping through
Should feel something, at least be a little sore ...
nah, no red eyes,
every tear duct is dried
What's the point in being alive,
when you have emotionally died
Categories:
unusually, emotions, love hurts, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I thank our Lord for the blessings bestowed:
Even though my wound still oozes, my skin cancer was completely removed
My fingernails are unusually strong and I have emery board access
The food I eat may be cheap and meager, but at least it keeps me alive
Much free time is mine because little work is available
How lucky I am to have friends who will laugh and cry with me at life’s troubles
I appreciate the ability to love and show compassion
Thankfully, I don’t drool too much when I eat
And most of all I am blessed with a sense of humor
* For Dane Ann’s “Blessings” contest. (Yes, my cholesterol truly is that high.)
Categories:
unusually, cancer, me,
Form:
List
i saw the crow fly through the perfectly aligned tree tunnel
poplars that like soldiers stood.
i saw the crow fly through the draped purple lace air that like a prism hung,
into the enchanted forest.
another time, another place. where they had tied you to a wooden cross,
where they had lit the tinder that circled you,
where the flames rose to take you. from ashes to ashes...
it was there your bird lifted you, lifted you with his unusually large talons.
it was then your feathered creature flew you out, flew you to safety.
past your soldiers, still in perfect form.
past the adoring crowds,to your rightful place
where you sit on your throne queen of the gates,
and through it all you never cried. not even a whimper. you never blinked.
proud, royalty!,
you ruled with your heart,
always kind, always the light.
Maurice Yvonne
August 28 2014
Addictive Poetry Contest
Categories:
unusually, addiction, daughter, drug, love,
Form:
Free verse
All Being Considered, Dating Every Friendly Girl Has It's Joy. Kisses, Long Massages,
Necking, Only Poetic, Quick Responsive, Stable, Talkative, Unusually Vivacious Women
Who're Xenial, Youthful, Zealous!
Need apply
*For ABC contest
Categories:
unusually, girlfriend-boyfriend, people
Form:
ABC
Who is that brave and noble one I have heard so much about? I saw you standing right next to him in a newspaper report about him. Do you know his agenda, his intentions, and his mission? Where is he, from where did he ascend, and to where is he going? I have heard that he fears neither man nor beast, but has great respect for 'Laws'. Clouds of doom, fear, and gloom hang over our world. So take me to your leader.
I sense that the quest for unity of the 'citizens of the world' is abolishing 'Soveignties'. May our prayers ascend to heaven and may God free us from so many inequities, boiling pots of greed, overflowing pools of political corruption, debaucheries that permeate the atmosphere, and human behavior that's becoming too toxic for habitation. One sign of a good man is that he views constitutions and laws as instruments of sacredness. Evil men loathe laws, and perceiving them as restrictive, change or abolish them at will. I would be so honored to meet and dine with a good man or woman.
So please take me to your leader.
There is so much I need to know about him. So I hope that you have not been sworn to secrecy. He gives all appearance of a giant of a man who longs to be at peace. I have heard that he believes in freedom, justice, and prosperity for all. I have heard he's a good seed, has no greed, and cannot be bought or sold. I have heard that you are close to him, giving him counsel and godly wisdom. It is said of him that he bravely revisits history without becoming a revisionist. The future shall be paved with those who are unafraid of neither today nor yesterday. It seems our world is spent and spineless, and in such demand for true leadership. So take me to your leader.
You are a dear friend of mine, kind and true. So I beg of you, take me to your leader. He need not be grandiose or a wearer of haloes, nor superhuman or unusually charismatic. He need not raise the dead nor walk on water, but perhaps he knows the one who does. Perhaps his ears, eyes, and heart are opened to genuineness and tightly closed to hypocrisy. Perhaps he holds secrets whose revealing time has come, so please take me to your leader.
08042018PSContest, Take Me To Your Leader, Caren Krutsinger, 1stPl.
Categories:
unusually, courage, leadership,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Almost all of us will face -at one time or another -
Dire circumstances dragging us into a deluge of misery.
Eluding woe is not an easy thing to do.
Less so for those quite disabled or born into extreme poverty.
Unless we are unusually lucky,
Grief will come and often as a gush engulfing us.
Enduring pain is mankind’s destiny.
Curtailing pain and sorrow, however, is
Our ultimate boon.
Multitudes of us each day see misfortune come our way.
Entirely expelling it is not God’s plan.
Surviving well, with faith and positivity, we learn empathy; we grow!
Written Sept. 1, 2016
Entered now for Brian Strand's 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (9)any form any theme' Poetry Contest
Categories:
unusually, grief, life,
Form:
Acrostic
A Most Holy Vision Speaks in Mystical Tomes
Enchanted colorful images shine ever-brightly from
a wild cosmic fire appearing high in the evening sky.
As people gaze upon these unusually radiant images
there is, at once, a universal sense of calm and peace.
Poets worldwide observing this most unique heavenly
occurrence seize their pens to record all that they see.
As they begin to write what they see, it seems as though
their ink’s like a magical blood flowing through their pens.
As this sacred blood flows freely, the poets write with a
palpable sense that an amazing grace moment is at hand.
The true essence of this divine moment starts as the poets
witness the appearance of God’s Angels in the evening sky.
The poets seek to understand these unbelievable events in
real-time as they appear arrayed against the evening sky.
There’s an angelic message that now speaks fervently through
the wondrous magic of the poets’ pens—pensive and voiceless.
This holy missive canorously echoes visions from past lives,
whilst presenting highlights that speak vividly to future events.
With the past as prologue and the present now in real-time,
the angels’ missive of mankind’s future on Earth is positive.
As poets and other writers observe and record their notes, it’s
clear the cosmic fire is not the “End of Time” fire and brimstone.
Rather, it’s God’s way through his angels to capture mankind’s
attention and to refocus humanity’s efforts in service to others.
The holy missive makes clear that the path to redemption and
forgiveness lies within our own power as we seek to find God.
And that the angels shall always be with us as our souls ascend
heavenward one day on trails of cosmic dust to be one with God.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 26, 2018 (Couplet)
Categories:
unusually, allegory, angel, earth, god,
Form:
Couplet
have you ever tried to be
something you're not
ever want something so badly
it could not be forgot
ever believe so hard
that a wish could come true
and most unusually
come true for you
have you ever believed that
you could reach for that star
just above your head
not very far
and told yourself
time and time again
this time I'll win
this time I'll win
that was the way
I felt about you
it really seemed
like my dream
had come true
i tried to be loved
by feelings from you
and what would never be true
i wished so hard for you
i believed in something
and you were that star
forever inside my head
but never in your heart
and i tell myself
time and time again
that hope leads to failure
and to love is to sin
have i not an immortal beloved
that belongs to my soul
must i search forever
while my body grows old
am i cursed forever to believe
that she must be out there
somewhere amongst all the stars
my heaven knows not where
could it be because of God
that she has not been chosen
and the family line till end of time
forever to be frozen
but i must admit
i would be quite content
with just someone in my arms
to have and to hold
and maybe grow old
the two and not just one
Categories:
unusually, lost lovetime, time,
Form:
Twas New Year’s Eve down in the Dingle
Elves and goblins began to mingle
With the gnomes and sprites
In tinselly tights
Each one claiming that they are single
Gnome-made punch from wild mushroom and berry
Made the goblins unusually merry
Then the elves and sprites
Got as high as kites
And on top of each tree was a fairy
New day dawns down in Dingley Dell
End of old era told by a knell
Head gnome issues a call
“Health and happiness: all”
“But for God’s sake stop ringing that bell!”
Categories:
unusually, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
She sat next to me
and the air
seemed to dance around her,
we traded words,
conversations passing into the night
while the moon
was cradled by the clouds
and that was when
an ember landed on my heart,
burning away the cobwebs
that muttled my creativeness.
My pen sat stagnant for years,
now it’s melted to my hand,
laying verse and poem
on anything that will hold ink.
So for this mystifying sprite,
that has taken the last step,
my fingers will bleed
before I stop scribing.
In my art I will spread her soul
throughout the Earth,
whether dark or light
I will scatter her sparks with each line,
igniting inspiration in hearts
and comforting
with the gentleness
that flowed from her fingertips.
Her spirit glides above
as our hearts wilt
and the flowers
bend their heads and cry.
Trees comfort one another
with the rustling of their branches
and the wind
touches every back and cheek with grief.
The sun lays its warm hand
on the shoulders of the Earth
and our tears nourish the soil
where they fall,
as we remember her crooked smile.
Light giving soul
Always there to help you through the dark
Unusually compassionate to the unworthy
Resting in a tree enclosed meadow
An enchantment that enspelled us all
Laura Pizzini was taken from us 10/16/09
she will be missed
Categories:
unusually, death, dedication, sad
Form:
Free verse