Best Unutterable Poems
Oceans apart
buried under sandy shores,
a rare pearl slept comfortably
behind her walls.
Fate must have been kind,
for a common man like me,
to stumble upon her shell.
As I brushed away her debris,
astonished - my eyes could not believe
this beauty, revealed before me.
Spellbound - I could not help but stare,
stunned by the glory of her magnificence.
As she took one step forward,
unutterable sensations,
took a hold of my emotions.
Yet I remained motionless,
overmastered by this
majestic heavenly vision.
And I could have sworn it was a dream,
until the softness of her fingertips,
graced the imperfections of my soul,
and for the first time it felt perfect.
All of a sudden it felt like we were floating,
ascending towards a myriad of stars,
with the moon guarding us silently.
Stardust sprinkled with the sight of her smile -
how fortunate was I, to celebrate this artistry.
Her lips blossomed like flowers
as they succulently caressed mine.
Breathless,
without saying a word her eyes acknowledged
my vow for eternal devotion with ever lasting love.
Simple Musings
Silent One
19 September 2017
Categories:
unutterable, change, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
Buried for eternity
in locked vaults
deep within our hearts
lies the pain
the anguish
unutterable
of hard-won
experience...
Or so we think, until
the faint scars
ever so slightly
are pricked
~ and bleed profusely
Categories:
unutterable, heart, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
Categories:
unutterable, slavery,
Form:
Free verse
Hey!
My
Daily
Love-trances!
You are vain, absurd,
Pointless like gigantic bubbles!
Unworthy to reach my love’s castled, restricted mind.
Counting his forehead’s plaits, I pass my virgin life recklessly, day-dreaming worthlessly;
Glaring at his eyes, I find the dreams reigning there with great authenticity, ignoring me, my love or even my poor fervidity.
Dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk, his love encompasses me, like a haunted house and ghostly I feel I see! As the time passes, I don’t know when I started counting even his sighs, forgetting my love-dreams and all of its hues.
But Ha! His whimsical mind is inaccessible, radically changeable, it’s rather easier to count his holly eye lashes, where there is no hypocrisy at all, but existing love enormous for me; 'Silence' is the name of our love you see! Though he likes to keep it unutterable to me! It's mad love, which has kept me forever thirsty!
Categories:
unutterable, dream, emotions, feelings, how
Form:
Fibonacci
A ventured stroll away from talk
taking in all superfluous detail
allowing it to fill my corrupted senses
an escape from the tedium
it invites me to escape from the routine.
To open new ways of perceiving
at what has been seen before
yet never revealed afore.
Rarely a moment goes by
when the same view cannot take on a new hue
for the view is alive
pumping subtle life
into each crook and cranny
so that every microcosmic detail
the tiniest of other earthly intelligence
are also offered the opportunity
the same that we are given
to flourish
of making a worthy society.
Beneath our very feet
subtle signs are there
for us to perceive if only
our eyes are able to notice.
Cracks and fissures around
infrastructures hardened textures
allow glimpses of those forces
not insubordinate
just seeking a share of living space
to echo their colourful vibrations
on our un-perceiving attentions.
An eye so keen to accept such notices
might be tempted to see
such sacred messages for us to feel or heed.
Madness may even encroach
to accept the design of such a divine creation
is at work edging around our corrosive borders.
Behind the corporal language
a communication so deep and so fine
no human sense could fully comprehend.
Unless we learned to abandon
our fleshy bony vehicles for a simpler primordial state
surrender complete intimacy with all of creation.
Hearing unutterable whispers of shining comfort
through the cracks and fissures along
the pavement, striding, roaming
surging up through gutters and drains.
The unsuspecting borders between nature
and our singular self-enhancing interactions.
Life is surging,
urging us to manifest,
in joining in feeding on its royal bosom
sharing in the feast of creation
so we, in turn, will return
to nourish the elementary message
of our purest love.
Categories:
unutterable, city, creation, environment, nature,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle
Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire
Waiting and looking out the window at the falling snow
Impatiently watching the cloud migrate slowly across the sky
A hidden moon back-lit a large cloud, fringing it with silver
Thrill waiting so long as patience can endure, a lifetime it seems
A soft whine and nudge with a cold wet nose to my face
Startling me to wake with a fright
With the hair on the back of my neck standing upright
As I tremble and brace myself with unutterable shock
Curiosity impelled me to move forward
Drawing nearer made me gasped
With trembles and thrills
Gazing upon shadows movement and the sounds of crunching
Near the fireplace in a high wing-back chair
Sat Old Saint Nicholas holding a cup of hot cocoa
Snacking on the cookies I had left
Listening to the music play “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”
12/7/2015
TREMBLES AND THRILLS - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Categories:
unutterable, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
I am the wounded, standing
nude in thy midst
Showing to your eyes the
stripes of thy iniquities
Tears dripping down my chin
as drops of rain from the grey
clouds
My face wrinkled with the pain
of the violent conflicts within
this ancient house of stones
My body bruised by the
whipping of your politics and
democracy
My hearing deafened by the
loud cries of innocence and
justice crying for their freedom
of being
my soul blackened and
sorrowed by our loss of sense
and hope of morrow
The memory of our heroes
which in its remembering
should teach us not and never
to be inhuman again,
Is but a mere miasma to this
generation of a people who are
victims of the lash of tyrannism
A people whose sad silence is
audible from the quiet Limpopo
banks to the turbulence of the
Zambezi flow
From the wonderful sights of
the eastern mountains to the
frightening caves of the
western side that harbor the
spirits of our ancestors
A people that woke up
everyday with an unutterable
question of survival,
A people I stand up for now
with a blasphemous finger to
this council....
'How can a bird that's born for
joy sit in a cage and sing...'
We shall cry!!
Categories:
unutterable, allegorypeople, people, , western,
Form:
Free verse
Okay I am going to write a poem about You
You know who I am talking about
You are impossible, unbelievable, incredible
We can never guess
What You are up to
The things You are gonna do
You are unattainable, unachievable, unimaginable
Can't know you
Can't see you
Can't get you
Can't understand you
Can't glide by you
Can't hush you
You are one unutterable, unfathomable, undriveable Force
A force that I don't want to reckon with
You are huge -bigger than life
Hard to know you
Hard to try you
Hard to get along with you
Hard to perfection
That's what You are
But then that is not what You are
Because I am still figuring You out
Does it take a lifetime?
Does it take forever?
When are You ever going to let it be known?
When are we ever going to believe in You?
Categories:
unutterable, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
In an otherwise
uneventuful
morning, between the
roles we locked
eyes, bantering
without
mincing words, allowing
futures, names, and
rebuttals to
stem from our hearts
unmuffled, and
mingle.
A fearless
gig between the
staves ensued, bringing
us to melt in a
timeless
embrace of playful
reminders of our
unmistakeable, unshakeable, and
unutterable bond.
In a twine of echoes and
mirrors, between the
statements you
probed, between the
silences I
listened, between the
changes you
questioned, between the
questions I
changed.
Between encounters we
found
ourselves speaking our
undecipherable
Angelic language, between the
sentences we read
our souls so
smoothly.
Between the
grooves I think, between the
rules you feel, between the
lines we just
ARE.
Categories:
unutterable, allegory, dance, language, love,
Form:
Free verse
This pain you live in
Is unmistakably so real
This torture you’re prone too
It kills me too
With every breathe you choke in
My heart pulses “No”
With every weakened bone
I shout, toss, and spin
But although that
You speak to me
With words, weary words, and gentle care
You speak of feelings you have
Kept Hidden for me
And I stop the screaming, the tossing, the breaking, the beating
I freeze
My sense of denial, of fear, pushes me back
But the other senses
The sense of conscience, of affection, of claim
Claiming to own a good heart
Claiming to know what to say
Claiming to know what to do
Assuming knowing where this goes
But those feelings, those vulnerable sensations
End up killing the people they own
Too great is not to be greater
But to be destroyed when becoming greatest
Regardless of the destruction those feelings are submitted into
They thrive to appear, to break surface
Will they turn into something beautiful?
Something alive and wistful
Or will they self-destruct because of other feelings?
Will they vanish into ample emptiness?
A squander of fire to be extinguished
These senses consume me, slay me silently
And time, seconds tick swiftly
Until I am bound to eternal silence
And unutterable misery
In a cage of impassive breathing
They drug me into.
Categories:
unutterable, angst, depression, introspection, me,
Form:
Free verse
Night-Where alienation never sleeps:
Dreams glazed by frost ,
Bird recite the memories,
Bare poplar trees,
Extended sadness unutterable..!
,
Where alienation never sleeps:
My heart - whenever the absence hurts
I hide him in coated closet..
And locked the door..!
Categories:
unutterable, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Cicadas squeak in unutterable frequency
out in the wilderness. There is one pallor
face overlapping with the foliage. Tousled
hair and sloppy shoulders--she frees her
girdle. It kisses the cigar in her hand.
Willows weeping, washing her image
away. Her silhouette slips through anything
that forgets to seal their lips. Nothing can
desist her limpid temptation, they all
succumb under her voodoo.
An umbra of a scythe hung from the
ceiling, sundering the arms and legs of
the spiral staircase. Her raw toes print
melodies and paint elixir--calming those
reverberation of the broken timber.
She smells a burr from the nadir, leaps
onto the chandelier and into mid-air.
Both balustrades arise to cradle her till
she is swooned and slow, too slow to
savor the subterranean casket.
Categories:
unutterable, confusion, death, gothic, scary,
Form:
Free verse
in every serious human idea
presented to the world as an engagement with it
there is an unavoidable lacking in meaning
which becomes left behind in the womb
like a stillborn freak of words
sticking in the mire of that amorphous sludge
of unutterable intuitions and emotions,
the uniqueness of personality,
from which it originates.
ponder this:
yes, in every serious human idea
presented to the world as an engagement with it
something dire is lost,
even has to become lost:
drag out - isolate - the flash of genius from the complex electricity of personality;
define it with language; compromise as to make it as commonly understandable as possible,
and it too shall die;
every idea that is born out of the genuinety of individuality,
having been ouroborically fostered, nurtured by it,
but has shifted into depending essentially on the mechanisms of the outside
and its automation with the social machinery of communication
as a measure of involuntary and instinctual endurance in order to thrive in continuity,
shall wither with the systems of socialization on whose waves it floats,
for they can not be of eternal substance; they too
are aghast by the wraith of ominous impermanence
haunting and spooking like acoustic feedback all around,
bouncing, looping
in the rehearsal room of eschatorchestra, the final and ultimate end,
with which the idea in itself has become inseparable.
Categories:
unutterable, philosophy,
Form:
this morning
I sought to be
informed
to become a glutton
for sturm and drang
two dimensional facts
were tasteless
only wailing tears
realtime malevolence
and the correct color of blood
could satiate
the need to know
to swallow evil
feel it burn my bowels
squeeze through my lens
tear my retina
and twist my lips
into unutterable words
emaciate my heart
until I become
the dark fairy tale
I read in my youth
then
and only then
would I be moved to action
untie the tongue
unblind the truth
mount a white horse
shine in sunlit armor
and shield my sensibility
with brute mentality
swing my sword of purity
behead the lame excuses
of paltry personalities
who make the evening news
and forge myself
into the morning hero.
Categories:
unutterable, anger, conflict, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field;
she ignites the desire of a knight deserting the battlefield,
slowly caressing every inch of her body...
arousing in her the thrill of ecstasy.
Her young lips are warmer that the evening sun,
and they can't escape the temptation
to explore a short-lived obsession...
deluding themselves with the hope of passing it on.
If sweet kisses could turn into snowflakes and become indelible as memory,
her velvety dress would be decorated with their unutterable beauty,
never allowing the distant sun melt them with its blistering breath...
winter clouds would brush her highlighted hair bringing in a surreal sunset.
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field...
much silkier than a rose illuminated by a moon so pallid;
her image is similar to that of Mona Lisa with lovely eyes so wide,
and a virtuous, radiant smile that captures a weak heart like mine.
Let me squeeze her like I would squeeze the fluffiest pillow;
she may giggle, or scream for the tickling sensation...
making me fondle her more: until I slip into another tomorrow
with the notion that I have reached my gratification.
Categories:
unutterable, passion, romance, me,
Form:
Rhyme