Best Unwinnable Poems
Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust heart -
still searching for that wandering star.
without a guide - without a love to call my own.
I try not to look back, but sometimes certain scents,
remind me of things that saw me as a minority.
A summer heart misplaced in winter's wickedness,
a child frozen in the passages of a stolen childhood.
Ingredients of my life are a juxtaposition of flavours,
finding purity among diseased hearts,
fighting against principles of corrupt minds
and I hurt nobody - until they pushed me,
it was never about the physical - but the mental.
Silence is different in adolescence -
suppressed into a protective bubble,
you reject the harshness of existence.
My small hands could not hold the burdens,
so I was mute as demons slayed my father,
his anger drowning my brothers into darkness.
Tears of my mother, dehydrated my soul,
so I grew like a tree with broken branches -
sometimes naked, sometimes an abundance of green.
Even in an obscure world of nightmares,
my heart was a light bulb, full of dreams -
but misplaced in a place of misunderstanding.
I adopted silence in the violence,
because I struggled with reality's fabrications.
Fatherless,
I found acceptance in the war on the streets,
where love was poison, but hate brought prosperity.
Only surviving due to my father's name,
yet I knew it was an unwinnable game.
My hands were pacifying guns,
so I learned to exist without bullets.
I was a black sheep in a strange white herd,
opposing shepherds who couldn't tolerate me.
A clean soul in a dirty social order -
a peaceful heart seeking a place to call home.
Silence is a choice in adulthood.
I used to ignore the pain from unhealed wounds,
but today the inner child screams and shouts,
because oppressors can no longer mute my tongue.
Death taught me not to be bitter,
stubborn fingers how to bleed ink onto paper -
showing compassion in an ugly world.
If life was so simple, we wouldn't look at it differently.
Our perceptions are based on what we have learned,
what was, what is to come and what we search for.
Where you end up depends on how you deal with the past.
''Reflection of two world faith's, they're [+ & -] for now, HAIL, the created who followed their rules, be 'change' in their faith that bear's silly nothings but rules & regs that [/'s not x's] = 'warmongers. Rumi kissed Grace = CHANGE"
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GRACE
Key Holders [-] & [+] Door Openers
RUMI
Mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
lost toss and turns while hope waits for morning,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Faults are the measures by those that implore,
while patience corrects whose worth adds timing,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
The ins and outs of worth; toiling, --encore,
a failed piece that favors one who's holding,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
Past pools plus and minus the ID's score,
super balanced the pendulums swaying,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
Life game's unwinnable; Ace--Royal wars,
snake eyes, don't pass go ..., directly singing,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door,
When they announce the winners on All Fours,
be game change--their rules, your games to winning,
mirrors seize and free; joys and fears; wherefore,
gullible holds keys, knowledge opens door.
We gave Johnny a gun and a uniform
Trained him to kill, in a regiment conform
Sent him deep into Vietnam jungles warm
With little regard to how we did him harm
So certain we knew what we joined to fight for
We were shipped off to fight an unwinnable war
A war of "containment," unlike those before
Mothers screamed, fathers wept, siblings ached to the core
By parachute dropped to a ghastly death scene
Johnny ached for the life left behind, so serene
His family, fiance did not know what war means
Especially the haunting of lost children's screams
Those of us who survived thought we'd just done our jobs
We returned and were shamed by violent gobs
Of silver-spoon white kids in hate-spewing mobs
Spat-on and welcomed as baby-killer slobs
No heroes welcome would await these young men
No ticker-tape parades were staged for them
Just jeers from crowds, uncaring government
Greeted the lonely Vietnam Veteran
Too classy and noble to demand our fair share
We lay in that shabby old hospital there
In a closet-sized room with no visitors' chair
Understaffed, underfunded, with short-handed care
The "benefits" they found would astound all now
And it leaves one to wonder how our hallowed ground
Would be filled with unnamed graves of men once proud
Before the rows of white crosses we should bow
Our Wailing-Wall stands now in Washington, D.C.
So shiny but black, a telling-tale of the fee
We have paid for our nation, our land of the free
Will you come pay respects? Will you not at last see?
Some veterans still suffer disgraceful neglect
So please explain who more deserves our respect
Let us pause with angelic choirs and genuflect
To show gratitude as on this Wall we reflect
Friends, Dane Ann is among those who served in the army during the Vietnam war and is
now recovering from long-overdue hip surgery performed at an old VA hospital in
Gainesville, Florida. Thank you for your prayers on her behalf. Many thanks
to Tim Ryerson, another Vietnam veteran, for joining me in this write.
If life were all the silly words I wrote,
in my love's long, unwinnable campaign,
a losing battle, whose odds were remote,
it would have been lived entirely in vain.
If life were all the awkward words I spoke,
those signs that I could never make you hear,
which might as well go up in fading smoke,
I can only hope it would disappear.
If life were all the foolish words I thought,
dreaming things far beyond my humble reach,
I guess it would be, just as well as not,
scattered in the cold water by the beach.
So, take my corpse and my verses, in ash,
and drop them where no one can hear them splash.
My soul and spirit was far too busy caught within my life,
That created such anguish with unnecessary strife.
Time, is an unwinnable fight,
It always grows wings and takes flight.
It does not wait or care for us,
Is time something that you can trust?
Time will soon become the past,
Time flies lighting fast.
Today as I contemplate the past,
I wish it hadn’t gone so fast,
And just maybe today my memories of yesterday would’ve last.
The future seems to be so near,
Every single day the past is becoming more unclear.
Clinging to my dreams that are new,
I keep searching for more that is true.
In this dream I keep running fast but still in place;
But I’m going nowhere in this race.
Lost time is never found again.
Benjamin Franklin
I’m a racist shopping trolley,
I’m proud and happy and clean.
I don’t like hanging around with trolleys rescued from the river,
Beaten up all rusty, and mouldy, and green.
I’m proud I look after my wheels,
Never crashing into shelves in the store.
I can’t stand those horrible trolleys that let themselves go,
Making folks fight an unwinnable war.
I’m a racist shopping trolley,
I’ve a bright red handle and red baby seat.
I can’t stand those blue handled trolleys, they look so different to me,
They can’t even try to look red, I know, I’m better, I am elite.
Science Puzzle
Impossible to cure a wound of not supported by
Puzzle to me was when declared a science fail
I turned back in the history of early age
Then blinked eyes certainly has been enhancement
Numbers of those who joined the majority
After my birth landed in the earth’s soil
No tension collecting all such effects given by mates
There is not because a play of mathematical haste
Consumption laid people in the realm of dread
Villages and towns were evacuated by plagues
Matter of these days overwhelming phases of Flu
It is not science puzzle created by unwinnable death
Focus towards black matter’s existence in hand
A case of far reach of human brain’s test
As much nearness towards invention of
Only will be science puzzle to unravel faith.
To exploit our folks in a capitalist machine,
To encourage the rich and the poor.
To make the majority always bow down to the few,
To fight the unwinnable war.
We live in an antagonist inequitable state,
A state that encourages lasting torment.
Where the few at the top expect the rest of the crowd,
To give them their money, like a rent.
Selling trickle down policy, they believe their own lie,
That the wealthy will pay for the broke.
Not realising that’s see through and never has worked,
That their cash isn’t meant for us folk.
If the rich want to stay rich and not have a war,
They’ll need to make healthy, safe and free.
For all of the citizens, in every small and big town,
They’ll need to make a state that’s fed and happy.
Old pallid lady seen here,
frail from cold,
snow-slicked roads,
sluggish old woman,
a young guy,
stopped, whispered,
I'll lend a safe fist,
life is an unwinnable battle?
guide the trembling feet,
and was proud of his strength and greet.
Written: July 24, 2022
Short verse inspired by pictures Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
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He sees her beautiful, happy, yet some what sad
And it makes his heart ache
A feeling no one could fake
She sees him unique, lovely, and wise
Getting lost in his bright blue eyes
And her soul cries
There fighting day and night
The unwinnable fight
Between the heart and head
And words unsaid
There love is forbidden
So they keep it hidden
She wants to be happy for once in her life
To never have a strife
He’s looked for a girl like her in every place
He doesn’t want just another pretty face
So they give in
and let true love begin
And for once
happily ever after doesn’t seem so far away
With the sun shining down on that perfect day
To a dripping ceiling in a monsoon rain
To a three sided coin, an unwinnable game
To a moth with no wings eating red super coats
To a pen long exploded, in splashes, it wrote
To four open daisies, compelled to a smile
To the moment you found me and saved me awhile
To stitching the soul back to legs of my shadow
To diving a neck crack in waters too shallow
To a minute with ego who thinks it's an hour
To a shoot in the arm filled with superman power
To a broken down car with no gumption to live
To a second the world just becomes what it is
To morning when no one has opened their eyes
To babies who silently practice their cries
To books glued together to never be read
To living enormous before you are dead
To a cup full of coffee with curing caffeine
To a person who sees you and knows what you mean
To a riddle which staunchly will not crack a grin
To a mirror which shows you the shape you are in
To wishes in mercury under your brow
To what we were then and what we are now
To that little red moth who left only the buttons
To the silence of sorrow until it is nothing.
Every time I look in her eyes
I wonder who holds her when she cries
You would never guess what’s behind that mask
You wouldn’t have the respect to ask
She never lets it falter and fall
She keeps on going despite the horror in it all
Losing herself because no one else cares
Almost too late to stop the razor blade tears
Sick of always feeling hopeless
Done with constantly being useless
Finished with fighting unwinnable wars
Covered in blood from the final holes she bores
Wondering if they’ll be too late
Counting on no one saving her fate
She cries alone in the dark night
Bloody and broken from every days fright
Getting weaker and weaker inside
Pleading for this pain to one day subside
With tears spilling from agony filled eyes
Trying not to scream while she cries
Pleading with a deaf god by day
Hoping before morning she’ll be death’s prey
Pathways twisting and turning down long winding roads,
burdens happy and light, and then dark heavy loads
Wild winter winds chill but leave smooth untouched snows,
weird dreams raising up hopes, then spread cold fears and woes
When your bed seems a ship cast adrift in the night,
worries seize you that lifes an unwinnable fight
Winsome music of home fills eyes shining with tears,
wet silvery fish leaving sad as they cheer
We should never forget we don’t travel alone,
that our flight path is one many others have flown
Hear the signs they have posted in verse and in song,
without fear, we can follow and will not go wrong.
Weary path that seemed endless, now journey well done,
when the gold at your goal, was your own special one
when an impenetrable shield ~ is struck by an unbreakable sword
in the collision not one atom is lost ~ and stalemate gets restored
far better to have a standoff truce ~ than fight an unwinnable war
By
David Kavanagh
An infinite spiral downward... a bottomless cavern,
Thinking I'm pulling myself up and out....
When in reality I'm pulling more rope down off an endless spool,
I'm forever encased in this tomb,
A tomb, I myself have chosen...
The world is alive and breathing above me,
While vile and repugnance rains down upon the...
More I pull, the further I descend,
My strength resembles that of a child...
Intellect has become stagnant...
Hopelessness engulfing who I've chosen to be,
An unwinnable war, waged in the belly of the beast...
How far must I fall before my pain will cease?
It has been said," He will not give you more than you can bear".
But in some cases...cases that are extremely rare...
You will find us assembled here...
Down here, waiting....
Waiting for the time, to unleash all that you fear!
Until then... look through your closed eyes into mine...
Look past my blackest eyes, what do you see...?
A warning for the... you won't like what you'll find!