Best Unweave Poems
Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides.
Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side.
I could see, he rode the sleekest mount, and the biggest tortoise, that I had ever seen.
Man that armadillo knew his tortoise flesh… this was the fastest one, ever been!
I would say: he truly looked, the devil’s mount… with glowing, fire stocked eyes.
The stranger named himself as Armadilly, but his true identity, could not be denied.
He was really Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster, as he bowed to us, so very low.
With a yes Ma'am, and a no Sir, he was smooth and could charm, near any old soul.
The Trolls loved him for the spell binding stories, that at the campfire, he gave away.
He never talked about his past, but we knew who he was, without being told, that day.
The rumor had it that Sheriff Bunny Garret had shot him dead, on one fateful day.
Another said he’d faked his death, heading south to Mexico, his life to live away.
But we knew better, for he was here with us, right now, on this illustrious day.
We knew he was a kind and misunderstood guy, because of what I’m about to say.
He saved our squirrel, Funkundilly, from a hawk diving straight for her, inward bound.
With his slingshot, like streaked lightening, he forced the hawk to spiral to the ground.
And we all applauded that Funkundilly was now, once again, so very safe and sound.
Then he strode, spurs a jangling, to dish out his own type of justice, so very renowned.
With a steely glint in his eye, he ordered the hawk away, or meet his end, he did convey.
And you can say that frightened bully hawk, really high tailed it, as he ran away.
Everyone celebrated that night, with Armadilly, all the way to dawn’s embrace.
Before he left, Armadilly knew from then on, he’d always have a home in this place.
But his mind was set on a wandering, more of this world’s adventures, to unweave.
So with a HiHo! Jalopy! He took off, leaving in another cloud of dust and leaves.
But I heard him shout that he’d be back again, soon…
And we were sure, that’s just what he would do!
Inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's--- Billy the Kid Blog
An epic poem by Carol Eastman
Categories:
unweave, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form:
Light Verse
When a Man Loves a Woman
He awoke, unaware of what ailed him,
lay blissfully stupid upon the bed.
They had exchanged numbers. “Perhaps?” “We’ll see?”
yet now, by trailing scent of her, he's led.
“Twas but the fleeting brush of flaxen hair
filaments of gold this spidery maze
soft pouty kiss left hanging on the air
stunned prey held motionless ‘mid moonlit gaze.
Yet deep within the urge to run, to flee
deny the heated blood within his veins
escape the tentacles of what might be
while on the wind the rapture slowly wanes.
And yet he'll search each night those depthless eyes
arrayed within the nuance of disguise.
12/15/2016
When a Woman Loves a Man
She awakens cognizant of love’s start
rolls lazily on pillowed fantasy
longing to hear the thunder of their hearts
walking the silent rim of ecstasy.
All else is but a dreamy Princess theme
cold rain become the dripping tears of joy
cavorting in the mist of passion’s scheme
short dalliance with longing’s clever ploy.
Retreat, defend the castle, lest it fall
become but subjugate to passion’s King
live in the shadow of love’s passing thrall
wander in search of windblown scented spring.
Yet does the fervor of her heart conceive
a love no doubtful passion can unweave.
12/16/2016
Categories:
unweave, love, men, women,
Form:
Sonnet
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Sometimes dreams come true
And sometimes plans fall through
You can’t always tell just when it will become
A reality that is like a huge breakthrough
Like the answer to a prayer is the outcome
Sometimes fantasies become reality
Still, there is never any guarantee
You don’t always know what to believe
But hope that the wish is going to foresee
The opportunity of a dream to unweave
Sometimes dreams happen as they should
Coming to life like only a great vision could
Enlightening and encouraging, giving great security
To the one who listens to their heart’s good
And finds their hopes brought to sweet maturity
Sometimes a fantasy is left to prayers
Petitions for a moment of grace with cares
For hope, faith and love that is alive
Breathing inspiration to the one who shares
A part of their dreams that will thrive
Sometimes dreams whisper through a life
Cutting away all worry and strife
With a feeling of joy that ignites a fire
Of happiness and motivation that is like a wife
Who loves beyond what marriage might require
This or That, Vol 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
TITLE chosen: Chimera
March 31, 2021
Categories:
unweave, dream, fantasy, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you know me?
I continue on for you
Only to be blinded by the shine
In your brown eyes
Do you know what a mystery
You are to me?
Do you know the fabrics I
Must unweave just to be within
Ear shot of your voice
That musical noise
I miss that bell sound
And your poise
I remember watching you
Leap to avoid puddles on
Misty days, loving the sound
At the beginning of your rejoice
Do you know me?
Suffering at the end of
Your every sentence
Regal celebration with your
Every entrance
Do you know me?
I am devoted solely to you.
Your heart of virtue is cue
I want to soak up your
Essence and drink you
If I choose regal queen
Serene serene Serene
Categories:
unweave, absence, celebrity, devotion, happiness,
Form:
Sonnet
Death released your soul upon this Summer's Eve,
and there is nothing that I can do but grieve.
As a dying sun sets.
A trickle of tears soon morphs into a flood,
and my heart shrivels as though drained of its blood.
As painful as it gets.
And the fabric of my life starts to unweave,
confronting what I do not want to believe.
As chills morph into sweats.
I have not come to grips with the pain I feel,
for I want to believe your death isn't real.
There are no safety nets.
Slipping into dreams that you frequently haunt,
I can cuddle with you as long as I want.
My heart has no regrets.
Without you, a scarlet sunset seems mundane,
Nature's spectacle has been reduced to plain.
Brokenhearted sunsets.
Categories:
unweave, angst, death, depression, emotions,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for thee,
lay platters of forgiveness at thy feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
I move;
perception moves;
thoughts move;
feelings move;
this body moves.
I am still;
perception stills;
thoughts still;
feelings still;
this body stills;
These perceptions I thought were me
vanish;
these thoughts I thought were me
vanish;
these feelings I thought were me
vanish;
this body I thought was me
will slowly vanish
as the germs and worms unweave the confusion.
I watch
nothing.
Then watching is gone;
(no way to question if
nothing is there,
nothing is not there.
Who can say something has been freed?
Who can say nothing has been freed?)
As I go about my day,
these feelings come
vivid and fierce, like fear;
unable to see my Self,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the fear,
I can only feel the fear,
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
These feelings even come
vivid and fierce, like love;
unable to see myself,
unable to feel myself,
I can only see the love,
I can only feel the love
and I think “that must be me;
it’s all I can see; it is all I feel.”
Is there something watching?
Is there someone watching?
or is there only Watching
as everything comes and goes...
Categories:
unweave, spiritual,
Form:
It wasn't difficult
to learn the history
of you,
to wipe away the
foreign imprints
of other souls,
and misplaced fingertips
on the geography
of your body.
The hard part was
allowing my hands
to fall,
learning to
unweave my fingers
from yours,
and stop the awful
ticking
seconds
of remembering
you.
I managed to walk away,
slightly scathed,
still able to smile.
But,
I still write the poems.
I never learned how to stop
writing you into the pages.
What was once my escape
only pushes me
in remembering us,
making me realize
that your absence
was never truly
real.
And now you sleep
under a blanket of bombs,
learning the art
of tourniquets
and bloodshed.
And I'm still here,
trying to
figure out how to
forget you.
Categories:
unweave, goodbye, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
Sisters of Mercy
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, inspirational
Form:
Quatrain
"As dead as leaves" I'd taken leave
of any sense for life’s new lease.
My wish - to be the centerpiece.
How very reckless to perceive
my charms like magic could unweave
tight-woven strands, pursuit's pet peeve.
Desire was merely whim’s caprice -
"as dead as leaves".
Three friends had learned that friends believe
distrust just dares one to deceive.
As kids we’d worked out jealousy
now three’s a crowd - two’s company.
Alas, as number three, I grieve
"as dead as leaves."
April 4, 2022
As Dead as Leaves is from the English band, Radiohead, an alternate title for Scatterbrain from their album Hail to the Thief.
Categories:
unweave, 11th grade, bereavement, friend,
Form:
Rondeau
Hidden amongst the chaos
A solitary soul
Scarred from centuries traveled
With centuries more to go
Things beyond our normal
A thousand times she's seen
From worlds beyond mans vision
And more worlds in between
Touched by Natures mystery
Her depth she must perceive
To tap into her secrets
And see those worlds unweave
Though shunned by her Creator
And weary from her fight
She gathers up her Magick
And stands before the night
Categories:
unweave, fantasy
Form:
...for Leonard Cohen
They unweave the web of lies for you,
lay platters of forgiveness at your feet,
intrigue falters, and the taint of greed,
their soft embraces dutiful and sweet.
They walk you through the fire with measured gait,
distilling all the hatred and the fear,
'til cleansed and ready for the test of faith
you pass through Heaven's gate without a tear.
Emulsified, the portrait of a waif
takes shape, as if transfigured by the Light,
within the crucible you coruscate,
and glow unhindered, gentled by their might.
A waif in Heaven's eyes is like a king,
untrammeled by the trappings of the crown,
in rags, yet fortified by trust and love,
the Sisters pray, you lay your burdens down.
Categories:
unweave, dedication, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
Privacy is a freedom of the past,
computers and cell phones took that away;
for it was too precious to ever last.
We now record every word neighbors say;
although we once talked to them face-to-face,
computers and cell phones took that away.
The internet is a chaotic place,
where a like's equivalent to a friend;
although we once talked to friends face to face.
People trade reality for pretend,
for life is a fantasy on the net;
where trolls and bullies feel free to offend.
A.I. poses an even direr threat;
humanity's fabric might well unweave,
for life is a fantasy on the net.
Within the matrix world of make-believe,
privacy is a freedom of the past.
Humanity's fabric might well unweave;
for it was too precious to ever last.
Categories:
unweave, angst, anxiety, change, computer,
Form:
Terzanelle
I remember the email
Asking about seeing stars
I casually remarked no
Callous, not realizing the scars
But many years later
While pondering my past life
Realized so many mistakes
Again cutting like a knife
Heather I'm so so sorry
I was so young and naive
I didn't know much back then
And past hurts I can't unweave
There were also many pressures
Peer and immaturity
That shouldn't have been
Was my insecurity
I wish I had known better
I wish back then I knew more
Things could have been different
A different outcome explore
I'm so sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry you had to cry
I'm sorry your heart had to break
And all the scars they apply
I look back and really wish
That these times could be redone
I could make the right decisions
It'd be perfect for everyone
But time is an evil bandit
Who steals many precious things
Things that are irreplaceable
Regardless of the pain it brings
Now I don't know where you are
And my searches all incomplete
The regret I am left with
My apology met with defeat
Wanted to admit there were stars
And how special you were to me
You deserved way more then I gave
You needed to be loved now I see
So here is my apology
But you deserve so much more
Wish I could fix things broken
But it is too late I'm sure
Categories:
unweave, 12th grade, cry, girlfriend,
Form:
Verse