Best Unwhole Poems
If you could hear echoes from my heart now,
would you perhaps reflect and wonder how
I have longed to hear your melodic voice
flow in symphony with mine and rejoice.
I cry out for you when you are not here
with silence resonating an empty sphere.
Tender spoken words of love that I seek
to perforate a muted day so bleak.
If you could see me through veils of sorrow,
would you give light for a bright tomorrow ?
Could your eyes feast upon me just once more
as they did back then when they gently bore
and pierced to capture my spirit and soul -
a hunger that consumes to leave unwhole.
To paint life again with shades of colours
that conceals the blackness that discolours.
If you could embrace and seduce me now,
would you and your absent heart know how
I have yearned many a still, lonely night
to share with you dawn’s arrival of light.
Entwined in your arms where it all begun
where passing of years intense love was spun.
Woven into our lives with webs of desire
like a moth to flame with burnt wings on fire.
If you could see we were drifting apart,
damaged vessel sinking a lonely heart -
would you steer your ship on a stormy sea,
let down guarded sails back to rescue me?
Save a drowning soul through winds of love;
resurrect once more to float from above.
Bring waves of joy on a moon’s tidal riff,
perhaps you would, but then, what if ?
Take away the frost of winter,
rid the land of biting snow,
then who would praise the warmth of August,
how could April rivers flow?
Hush the deafening crash of thunder,
dull the flash of lightning's thorn,
and who would feel the calm of silence,
when the still of dawn is born?
Sow your seeds of evergreens
so that spring’s soil year-round conceives,
then who could reap the multi-colored
glory of October leaves?
Look beyond this thick façade,
you'll find four seasons in my soul,
but take away a piece of winter
and you'll leave me cut, unwhole.
written 4 Feb 1985
I am not a warrior
My skin is pale and soft
I am not the kindest spirit
My words can hurt you to the bone
I am not purest serenity
I am fragile and unwhole
but my eyes own warm expressions
of a giving, caring soul.
A soul so weak and strong
sensitive and true
A conflict , a fine sentiment
of what's right or wong to do
I am not a warrior
My skin is pale and soft
I am not the kindest spirit
but there's sweetness in my song
Unveiled I came to your arms
No secret in-between
You walked through all my valleys
and alleys I have been
All I was I have shared with you
Who I'm not and who I am
You touched my heart
You've seen it all
Cloaked with gossamer
and bare.
I am not a warrior
My skin is pale and soft
I'm not the kindest spirit
my words can hurt you to the bone
But I am who I am
I am human ,I am real
I have loved you
and embraced you
till lips turned cold and still
Because doubts created darkness
silent teardrops and more fear
Like no warrior but with starlight
All my battles I would win.
Inspired by the song 'Warrior' By Amber
Shell
Half-filled
Seeking form
An echo of
Soul
Lost.
Life changes come in little increments
along a fated journey fraught with twists and turns.
But once in a while
changes come on sudden and dramatic
like the day you passed away.
A fatal blow ~
the instant when I became unwhole
a widow
a casualty of love.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Since Adam’s fall the human race
has been stuck in a hostile space.
The evil forces wage a war,
God’s pure image they seek to tar.
This war is fought within our hearts,
with thoughts that wound like whizzing darts.
The fiend’s ghoulish goal is mind control,
to lure, entrap, and then destroy souls.
From whence spring wars which waste young lives,
that scar men’s souls and widow wives?
When reason dies and passion reigns
then wars are born in human brains.
Wars rage in the rejected soul
deprived of love and left unwhole.
The winds of war that within rage,
wise, winsome words cannot assuage.
For reasons that are not too clear,
some in their bodies feel real *****.
Men in women’s bodies feel trapped,
and women in men’s try to adapt.
The war inside is very intense,
and the mental strain is immense.
Many fall prey to false beliefs
while some experience real relief.
These inner wars drive some to drink.
Others are pushed over the brink.
Many find help that makes them whole,
and brings real peace into their soul.
So, if you’re caught up in a war,
don’t let it define who you are.
You cannot trust the way you feel,
to reveal what is truly real.
The ones who pander to your pain
are not the ones who seek your gain.
Let not the war your self-worth steal,
but seek solutions that will heal.
A father ails, a son's lover's lament
Steel rudders committed, what hues to lament.
No courage, the lover feels not what to speak
A channel untuned to the feast of lament.
Tradesmen and saints, what heed they at all?
The father feigns slumber, a weak heart's lament.
The lover replaced, made a crater unwhole
His plea unreturned, an unpromised lament.
One tender father, one lover's fair bones
Their son and companion, shared in lament.
Dust storms in my mouth
My words are withered
In the searing gaze
Of her dirty eyes.
I am brittle clay
Parched for renewal
Awaiting the rain.
My walls form a tomb
When she is closed outside
And I am that ghost
That walks out in the darkness.
to Penetrate her seal.
I will Use whatever tool
I can carry for her
Til she is my discovery.
Yet I remember
my carressing her warmth places
That it makes me Unwhole.
What is a desert
Without the sunlight?
Its More like selfless death
So thats how we are preserved.
After such a knowledge, what is forgiveness?
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
It Guides us by our vanity.
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusion
That the giving famishes the craving and Gives it to late
What’s not believed in, or if i just believed...
In my memory only, reconsiders her passion and she Gives it to soon
Into my weak hands, what thoughts can be dispensed?
Till the refusal propagates me to fear.
Neither fear nor courage saves me. Only her natural vices
that Are married by her heroism.
and my Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crime.
for All of These tears that
are shaken from this dry season
marooned -- unwhole as i am
a piece of me missing
adrift in its emptiness
throbbing in angst
furious at the impending silence
yet clinging to it like i never want it to lift
hovering in limbo -- life being too short
to be caught in this game of catch-22
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
I stand amongst the shadows where the light and dark divide
In a struggle for my sanity Pandora's box has opened wide
Madness calls me forward whilst defiance holds me back
Am I just another wanderer who falls between the cracks
One forgotten breath tipped the scales of my defense
To the court of justice here present, I let slip the veil of my pretense
Inside stirs turmoil, confusion and pain
Outside I drown in the tears of rain
Breath once forgotten, the heart missed a beat
Into solitude and loneliness went forth my retreat
Scared of the promise, afraid of denial
Love are you my friend or my deadliest rival?
Breath, one, forgotten not gone
Breathing in courage, I know you are the one
Strength come to settle, find a home in my soul
Rebirth of belief out of depths of unwhole
Forgotten one breath, do I remember to breathe
Do I stay and fight for this beauty
Or crumble to pieces and leave
Do I relight the fire of the flame I blew out
One forgotten breath stirs within me
And cries let me out
My mind is leaden with the crush
of pain—a numbness of the soul
that's not an adrenaline rush;
but leaves me feeling yet unwhole.
Unwhole! Unwhole! And afflicted.
How goes this night unpredicted!?
I was wandering through what I thought I'd destroyed
I was wondering where would I lose all these joys
Untruth's bruise upon my soul
Losing lies that made me whole
There was once such a time when I felt I was right
And a time when the darkness was bleeding daylight
Reason could not lie to me
Reason only made me see
Now I have realized only struggle has worth
And the darkness was light on the path of my search
Darkness, it has made me see
Lies have lost reality
Words have fallen
Like rain to the ground
Lies are calling
In emptiness crowned
Lull my false reality
Crown the soullessness in me
Guide the truths to set me free
Find what I can never be
Deep inside my empty creed
Deep inside the hate in me
Deep inside
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul
I've been slitting the throat of the passionate life
I've been drowning the sorrow that gave me my knife
I've been warding the doorway to hell with a grin
And been centering all of my life on within
I'm bleeding deep inside my soul
Deep inside my empty creed
And even deeper, still unwhole
I've found that I can never be
More than false reality
As she watched the moon die in the darkest of skies
Such a longing desire washed over her soul
How she desperately yearned for a way to deny
How everything inside her was fading, unwhole
As she stared, her reflection in moonlight and glass
Caught her eye in a window as she slowly passed
And she couldn't help but notice
How she couldn't bear to glance
And watch it fade
While moonlight lingered still
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Bolted doors and open windows
She wakes to find wind blowing free
At her bedside, all her hollow woes
Reflected in all that she sees
Hours, she spends by candle-light
In front of silver frames and glass
Staring into reflected eyes
In hopes this emptiness will pass
Mirrors of reality, she hopes so fervently
She hopes to one day find herself, confirmed in what she sees
Silver-tainted eyelids open to an empty flame
With all her hopes and all her cares
But ashes, phoenix-named
I see inside, look to my soul
And know that I am still unwhole
I see inside, perceive my mind
And, lost, I know I'll never find
The truth that lies, a crystal tear
Inside the sea of all my fear
A perfect prism, known in night
Nor clear nor colored to the sight
I view into my soul
As words would fill a hole
I know my heart. My mind
Is what I'll never find
On the zig zag zenith
we will polarize
the camps between us
who don't realize
the gullible draft
of the patient soul
complacent idols
we will leave unwhole.