Best Unveiling Poems
The Unveiling
Vision
A realization
Heartfelt revelation
Of survival amid isolation
And with the noblest of intention
To defy mortality and attain regeneration
Not every journey reaches its ultimate destination
Still one sigh respired diffuses throughout all of creation
Tenderly awaken a dormant realm of reincarnation
Distant voices chant hymns in unison
Resuscitating desiccated carnation
Such a magical rejuvenation
Of cosmic proportion
Sanctification
Affirmation
Union
Penned: 03/28/2022
4:12 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Written: September 21, 2023
True Love Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In a world where illusions often deceive,
Genuine love springs as a jewel to retrieve.
A tale implicit, a sumptuous symphony divine,
Where souls entwine, true love will shine.
Can passion be a fleeting amour, a brief aura?
Or does it grasp a deeper, sapient aurora?
In a realm where hearts oft maunder astray,
Echt love exhibits its zeal and splendor in this way.
Akin to ghosts, love is beset but scarcely seen.
Real passion hits hastily in a radiant, pulsing scene.
It is not a slight propensity, a surreptitious flame,
But an amorist bond that thwarts time is not tame.
True love shines akin to a beacon over princely.
A flame that fires forever, flickering fiercely
Loving someone means wanting their happiness.
A love that inspires the heart leaves just sappiness.
Comely happiness is the nectar, and love is the bee.
It resonates in-depth, not missing a beat of glee.
It harmonizes souls, inducing a blissful tune.
Love that susurrous softly, akin to a palest moon.
When a person implies a lot, distance is so little.
A love that heals all wounds and saves the brittle
True love is a lexicon, spoken without a sound.
A cynosure nexus so esoteric, it can't be drowned.
It is the exegesis of life, the reason we exist,
A love that abides through every swirl and twist
Unwavering flame, two souls sigh, tie untying!
True love is the essence, impetus, and freeing.
The one who loves you spells your name uniquely.
Your name is protected in their mouth so deeply.
For in its embrace, we decry our true selves,
A love that transcends is a love that compels.
A level of optimism is crucial for the birth of love.
Your devotion is not to me but to the stars above.
A tale unavowed, a symphony divine,
Where souls intertwine, true love will shine.
Muffled voices in clouded corridors,
where legends mold the unseen,
drifting through thoughts like specters
bestowing authority upon the mysterious.
In politics, a performance:
marionettes on a dream-filled platform,
ballots cast for favor
lies woven with words
strands of optimism and dread
woven in imperceptible restraints.
Religion, with its narratives,
deities and monsters depicted in faith
comfort sought in fables
significance discovered in customs,
fleeting peace in their presence
prayers ascending, vapors in thin air.
Daily rituals of superstition
a black cat crosses the path, a broken mirror
navigating through symbols
interpreting with outdated understandings,
guided by obscure beliefs
apprehensive of uncertainties.
What if we dared to look behind the curtain
to view the myths we hold;
What secrets lie beyond?
The world await to see my bride
The wait is over
To my family, friends, colleagues and the entire universe
I present to you… the mother of my children
The beauty that defined beautiful
She is the character that characterized the true womanhood
Her lifestyle set limitation for satanic operation within and outside her jurisdiction
She is the bridge that connect me to God and humanity
She is my queen coz she rule my kingdom
I call her my crown coz she crowned my royalty
She is rapturous, ecstatic… in her presence sorrow melt like wax
I call her miss independent coz she is dependable
She is my gold coz her beauty never fades
I call her treasure coz all the treasuries for a best life exist in her
She is my epitome of a true bride
Her physical physique is flawless
She is perfectly short and gorgeously tall
Her front view is impeccable and her back side is without glitch
Her point nose sat between her dove eyes
Her lips is impeccably shape like palm wine cup that invite everyone for a taste
Her complexion oppose my dark complexion
Thou are fair oh! My lady
Words are feeble to express her beauty
She is my epitome of a true bride
She is the native of south
Her tongue justified her nativity
The place where young women are prepared for life
House chores is her hobby
The meal from her magic room satisfies my soul and nourishes my body
She is from a place where husband enjoys royalty
Respect, humility, care, submission and above all unconditional love is written in their play book
The place where infidelity is a sacrilegious and it never an option, hence Endurance and hope for a better home overruled the option of divorce
Her home land is an epitome of where a true bride should originate
My bride very soon the traditional rite shall be fulfilled
Two different cultures shall be unified as Christ and church
Our languages shall be unified as understand and love
Our families shall be unifies as one
Altar is calling at the penultimate month
This is my transition to manhood.
The first time you see
The red strokes
Where your breasts used to be
You demonstrate the essence of confidence, don't you?
I am alive!
These scars reveal a survivor, isn't that true?
But with solitude comes the reveal
Fright and doubt
Afraid to say to the world what you really feel
And you put your grateful face out to the world and try
To look brave
And let no one ever see you cry
I will heal and look better, so they say
But not today
Unveiling Hues
The earthly gardens of paradise unveil prismatic hues of ecstasy.
December 5, 2015
Contest: One Liner Two
Sponsor: Silent One
There lies a shadow
Of darkness and despair,
A disputable foe
Filled with lost prayer.
There lies a light
Of purity and hope,
The truth to what's right
In this poem of trope.
Can you tell of the two?
If so, which one are you?
The Veil is closer than you think
thinner than you know
familiar like a friend
and can unveil at any moment
The Veil is something that you know
from a past life existence
a stream of consciousness into where you come from
and where you are going
The Veil is something that you are afraid of
like a specter under the bed and you turn on a night light to hide from
but you can not hide from yourself
The Veil knows when you are sleeping
and you awakened to the Veil in your dreams
but only in your dreams
because as you grew up you thought you had out grown the Veil
The Veil never sleeps and is always in the Presence
of All That Is and its Force of Light
The Veil is never separated from the Source and You
Like your shadow self its connected and can be present in darkness or light
The Veil is the bridge and portal of between times and no times and
one breath within and two breaths out
Friendship,
strong and sweet,
unassuming.
The faded mask she holds
is love.
05.04.2017
I was told
My tears were crock tears.
Injured wounds
Bled and cried inside
Still I heard:
You and I are free
Held by three:
You, me, spirit
Who is it?
Gender fabulous
Gender blind
Hurting womankind?
Cast a smile
No crowd a frowning
Clear your mind
Hold firm to winnings
Take fresh breaths
Take no hostages
That last breath
Will be of courage
Murderers
Called out by The Source
Serves one Force-
Redeeming our lives.
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immersed in bondage she's
masqueraded by fear-
absorbed in blindness she's
wrapped up in dismay-
no light to reveal her insight,
but obscurity to feed her insecurity,
hopeless...
she awaits for someone to unveil her.
December 18, 2016
virgin blossom blooms
petals drift down in silence
spring unveils in white
4/7/2023
Celebrating the Unveiling of Jane
Jane, a doll, is important to me,
As my childhood slips from my dwindling mind,
She's what I have left materially,
She can touch many another of my kind
Her face is crackled, nonrestorable,
Her hair is skimpy and thin, a sage,
One toe was once nibbled by a mouse,
She suffers the indignities of age.
Still she's a bit vain in her original dress,
A bit of silk, and a still sweet smile,
Her blue eyes twinkle, still open and shut,
She represents all of our miles.
So, speaker, say "She's you and me,"
Let us sit vicariously on her pedestal stand.
May our eyes twinkle like Jane's as we grow old,
Our secrets dance with our old school band
Cold winters day... Shall we play in the snow or stray? Frozen icicles hanging on trees effortlessly in the atmosphere. A frozen atmosphere filled with cold winds whistling ever so loudly. A cold heart ponders and shields itself as a protective layer. The layers builds a wall, thus then feels protected. Protection exists as does resistance. Resistance often persists. When one builds a wall, one masks the soul. Break free now the wall.. As one explores and unmasks the soul. Gone is misery.. Gone is pain accompanied by grief.. Wall crumbles into tiny pieces..
Many, many tiny pieces create an abundance of an everlasting unveiling of the soul..
I love writing with my pencil,
Writing morning, noon, and night.
I use it when it’s bright and shiny,
Then later, when I turn out the light.
Of course, I sharpen my pencil when it’s blunt,
I sharpen it to a shiny head,
And this exhausts me every time,
I end up passing out in bed.
And sometimes my pencil’s hard and sharp,
A hard number 2 or number 3.
Then other times it’s a black 4 or 5,
I write soft, my hand writes delicately.
I love writing songs with my pencil,
It’s the thing I most like to do.
My partner enjoys hearing my songs,
When she helps me write them too.