Best Unwillingness Poems
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree,
halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity.
For who under their own free will would venture
into this spiraling sameness:
this illustriously-in-debt, this Regal Club
of the Nameless?
I bellowed my voice into the air
(This great atrocity!).
But not a single student seemed to care:
So well fashioned they were,
adorned in their prized medals of mediocrity.
Along with their unwillingness to ever stray,
all too content to be but rainbows dreaming of gray.
I hung my head in such morose emptiness.
As I fashioned myself: the uniquely ubiquitous.
And what a fool I was to join the crowd - and yet so halfheartedly.
Striving for the cirrus clouds, the silver moon, and then the galaxy.
For my actions didn't match my cerebral creativity
I was statue still cursed with a meandering mind
(and other such extremities).
Exploding with hopes large enough for two
I sat clearly convinced languid leaps would do.
But one cannot daintily decide to dream the Dream
for it is merely the seed, another earthly deed.
You're not allowed to walk away, gandering as it grows,
for we are likened as the summer sun - keeping the rivers a'flow.
"Picturing profits in your hands
do not till the all too ready land"
explained the elderly gent with leathered palms,
"Someday soon you will understand."
And though we aim to be ourselves
gravity inevitably
brings us to the grid.
Imagination like a heavy rain;
we the paper people
so helplessly hid.
But fear not ye denizens
of the cherished cubbyhole:
where you keep under lock and key
your dust-laden soul.
If one burgeoning blunder
tore it all asunder
surely one single spirited spark
could heal even the most
dormant of hearts.
So fare thee well oh Cookie Cutter Coop -
Another day on that wretched plain, and I'd surely die.
I'm glad just to sever sameness in one fell swoop
by hanging on a star in the midnight sky.
NOTE: I always enjoyed using alliteration when I could... and with this particular one I went a little bit nutty... but I think it turned out okay.
As the icicle freezes to the point of dripped ice mimicking my life
Frozen in this time, yes I may look fine but it's very cold inside
My heart that is, it is so desolate, empty caverns of unwillingness
Never again but every winter I relive it the same over and over again
Covered up in the reflection of my soul, this season buries me
I have nowhere to go....but here...with my frozen drops of tears
Trying to come to terms with life without you near, 5 long years
And still I torture myself, freezing in this Hell for what I have done
For all I could never become...for you...with you...because of you
I still wrap your blankey around my legs, it's you keeping me warm
I wish I could've kept you safe instead I just let you melt away
Melt away with all the rest of the winter, snow, and rain, all of my pain
It all remains and I feel it in every winter ache, that I willfully take
Not for you but because of you, the punishment of one's self
Or at least what is left of him after the ice cracked then chipped
Was it really an accident, we were fighting then, I didn't mean it
But it happened, you did exactly what I said, my last words then
Before you turned away and left, "I hope the ice cracks and you fall in"
I swear I didn't mean it, but it happened and I will never forgive me
For that being...the very last words that you ever, ever heard...
As more icicles freeze down the cheek still crying my winter pain...
01/06/18
Written for Contest: "Winter Blues"
Hosted by: Laura Loo
WON 2ND PLACE IN CONTEST RESULTS
Compromise is only a weakness between
two people who are unwilling to work together.
I dwell on this statement. Just what does it mean?
Well, if with another you refuse to work,
I would have to say it’s very clear
your unwillingness makes you one big jerk.
Darkness may be an unwillingness to see
How easy to retain apathy
'Tis peaceful to open eyes
And gaze upon lies
As mankind
Dies
To not find
That courage defies
Self-inflicted, blinded cries
And shines light on truth and empathy
Darkness may be an unwillingness to see
10/22/2018
Many years ago
There was a line;
Drawn for purposes of segregation.
A crow was responsible
Since the beginning of time--
So as we rewind--
To tell of this line--
And it's modern day crime--
Sit back and listen,
Thou following be divine.
Thy several reasons why
Our nation still stands--
Divided we still stand.
Separately we must die.
Hatred will only become stronger--
If we continue to light the torch.
Various things men can do--
To put out the roaring flame,
There is that one word--
Which should never be used--
With all privileges these men abuse,
Such as freedom of speech--
And right to bear arms.
We will all continuously lose.
It's not over,
It's never over.
It will never end--
If we continue this trend.
A gun and an attitude--
Could be a deadly combination,
A man of color who needs money--
Could be a recipe for extermination.
Racial profiling doesn't necessarily exist,
It is this man and his imagination--
That allow these issues to co exist.
Pray my lord,
That we can put aside--
Our petty differences,
Our separate churches,
Our separate television channels,
Our separate bars,
Restaurants,
Barber shops,
Funeral homes,
Schools,
Neighborhoods.
Our unwillingness to change;
Our weakness--
Our fear.
You must help us
Divided we still stand
Separately we are burried.
Specter of a Hero's Tortured
Soul
Forfeiting faith to successors to
sacrifice self for others...he
believes not in himself but his
progeny...
Eternal life and inflexible
determination prevent waning
love...his ceaseless adoration
powerful to the point of self
harm...
Unwillingness to ever relinquish
the shards of his heart...or the
memory of possible fates...
Soul scarred with unfathomable
secrets and wounds...alone and
concealed he is known to not
even himself...
Heart struggling to conquer
inner demons and loss...mind
overworked to find salvation
from hell's burning wrath...
Indescribable like smoke blown
through trees on a moonless
night...
Intricately woven to be as
substantial as the steam which
fuels his passion...
Never surrendering...never
retreating...never giving in to
any opposition...
Steadfast and valiant he will
never be
conquered...unreadable and
undecipherable...he will never
be understood...
Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime of shadows
Masked in deep shaded silhouettes
Caught up in a maze of illusions
A space were pieces of my life laid buried
Loaded with decades of uncertainty
What do I dare to call him?
The one I know only from memories
Like a ghost, he roams behind closed doors
Exists in a parallel universe
Masquerading in my dreams
Disappears and appears at random times
I had worshiped him, and his unwillingness to conform
Fascinated by his magic tricks
Abra cadabra, he vanished just as quickly
Snatched away by the world of the unknown
Never really knew him, acquainted only with his visage
He lives in my fantasy land
What should I call this man?
He remains a mystery
He with no care in the world
The first to initiate me into the grownup world of heartbreak
To teach me of unbearable sorrow and disappointment
It is he that brought me great despair
Partook in my bearing, but showed me no mercy
He wounded me, preparing my heart for a long battle ahead
Stealing my precious childhood
As I spend my life’s journey walking on splinters of broken glasses
Like a wounded soldier, I bore old scars
With bible verses, scripted on my soul
I now thread carefully through life, running away from all that reminds me of him
Struggling to leave his shadows behind
As I now embody his vile illness
With a heart that has turned to decay
Do I dare call him father?
He took advantage of my innocence, toyed with my vulnerable nature
He is the cause of my masked loneliness
Like a wet sponge, I had absorbed his ways
Floundering through life like a mythical creature
Blundered by his lies and broken promises
And all I was seeking was his validation
But in his absence he deemed me unworthy
For so long I kneeled as he ordered
Like a gospel, I followed his every command
Yet, he constantly broke the vows he swore to keep
Do I dare call him father?
The man whose heart had grown as cold as stone
He that watched me wither away to his very eyes
As I made my slow fall from grace
My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.
Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise
For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa
For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa
For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I do appreciate the sky
that is not flying high
the moon is so powerful
the yellow grey clouds protective of,
The light blue sky that turns Blue
Latter the white clouds,
Suddenly my memories travel Radical
The magic autobiographical moment that I want,
Turn nature in me,
Graphical
so using some magical mechanical artefact
that makes me rational
when my desire is being classical
To paint...
To paint in silence
That is problematical
A great mental dilemma that demands mostly unfavourable opinions
from people with a million reasons
I loudly chant in my house
pretending Happiness ,
this is the place where I'm Happy
and I'm Happy
and from above Happy
and from hierarchy Happy!
I am Happy by all standards although flaming inside
because my sensibility is claiming
my assertion of right
my call of duty
that demands other space and property
that I have the right too
The undesirable consequences
and my sense of equality and respect for the other
so many times my worst enemy
threatening me
I hazard myself respecting whom living with me does not live like me
I am an outsider to a certain degree
Someone who choses Art,
Writing as your Shopping Cart
Still lives apart
People compliment you
but with no glue on your Do
Or on you going through
Try to subdue you
In how or should do ('s)
and into the news
That Is Your Profession
That you despise
Because you know about the supplies, The Large Supplies
For Commercial and Controversial use
And you Pray for your comrades
Knowing that faith is probably what makes you so far away from,
Because you wear the right outfit, have some skills some writing gift,
But you insist on being dismissed because of your unwillingness to work on something
that indisposes you,
Cynical?!
You are inclined to something contrary to your Uniform
You want a self-improvement into a better condition
That is your ambition, predisposition
because we are not standard made in with a serial-number,
But Limited Edition
And God Bless your antipodal
We are Made of opposition and juxtaposition
He stared out into space with disbelief
Her tear stained note lay crumpled on the floor
She said she never meant to cause him grief
Ten years had packed and walked right out the door
Between his fingers, burned the cigarette
While down his cheeks flowed streams of yesterdays
His hurt and anger swirled in pirouettes
Like lovers in a mindless sad ballet
Yet through the smoke he saw her in his arms
He heard her say, "I'll love you 'til I die".
His cigarette rang rationale's alarm
He dried his yesterdays, vowed to survive
Though cheaters never win the games they play
There are no winners when love is betrayed
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In loneliness he pined for "used to be"
That bitter taste had sweetened over time
Recalling only happy memories
He heard faint echoes of old wedding chimes
Forgiveness somehow soothed his aching heart
He realized that he was part to blame
Old arguments that tore their love apart
Unwillingness to compromise, his shame
And if fate should allow another chance
Together they could mend a broken trust
Then sparks may once again ignite romance
The bond of love be polished of it's rust
A rose of love will grow in shifting sand
When Father Time lays on his healing hands
October 16 2016
I ate your spite for breakfast,
I felt it go down my gullet,
I felt it turn to acid in my belly
And the hatred, burnt my intestines to ashes.
I felt your eyes upon me, Yeah!
I saw the angel behind that look,
I saw the self-assured righteousness,
And the unwillingness to accommodate a sinner.
I felt you brand me hypocrite, Yeah!
I heard the unsaid words too,
I heard you promise me a night in hell,
And the lethal verdict with all morality gone.
I swallowed your spite the whole day,
And puked it the next.
In the nights sky, The big round MOON amplifies
Nocturnally a journey set in motion, as my minds eye opens
Through the SHINING STARS so high, to the MILKY WAY I will fly
Hyperspace I'll travel as time stands frozen, a journey full of emotion
Exosphere has been reached its a convey, to the planets walkway
Nebula's fill the empty darkness, in the distance I can see VENUS
Inferior they say, but her light beautifully bright it takes my breath away
Gliding by MARS in its state of unwillingness, a red hue glows in all its wickedness
Heading by the gas giant I flee, for JUPITER holds his principles in a high degree
To PLUTO it has armor made of ice, the dwarf PLANET its toughness will suffice
So as I reach my apogee, the emptiness invaded by mystery was a site to see
The stratosphere in sight, to Earth draped in deep blue she can really entice
Knowing the journey must come to an end, God I must commend
Youthfulness builds imagination for tomorrow, something we must never outgrow
5/2/2017
Crushing of metal,
The sound of breaking glass,
Smell of hot engine oil
And the heat from burning gas.
All mental control was lost,
Head throbbing from emotional pain,
Vision clouded with remorseful tears
As anger pulsed through swollen veins
Shaking hands violently shifted gears
As dangerous speeds were angrily reached,
As hurting words echoed in ears
And treacherous corners made tires screech.
The road was slick with rain,
And the body numb with heartaches pain,
Unaware of red lights flashing,
Ears deaf to the oncoming train
Taken from this world
In the proverbial blink of an eye,
Without any justification
Or a clear reason why.
Was it all just for love
Or was it for a lie?
Was it due to selfishness and pity?
Or an unwillingness to even try?
Was it fate or just a random event?
It’s too puzzling yet to decide,
Because for all anyone really knows
It could have been an act
Of emotional suicide