Short Unaided Poems
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It is many months since I fell,
Going down hard on the sidewalk
Unable to rise unaided
The bruises on my face become
A topic of conversation for strangers.
The checker at the grocery store asks
"Well, who beat you up?"
I lied to do a GCE History
saying it was okay to proceed
on the adage of my Year Head
only then to get a grade A
Its hard to be unaided dyslexic
when I ask myself now
would GCE English Language
have been acceptable for an equal foray
I still have my own teeth,
My hearing's mostly unaided,
I still dream about girls
In white dresses with sashes,
But sometimes I feel
Out of sync and frustrated
When I wake up alone
And the fantasy crashes.
I didn't mind growing up,
But growing old's overrated.
Hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hooray, hooray for Saint Patrick’s Day
Hubby took steps unaided today
It may be only two
But at last a break through
A shamrock for luck, we’re on our way.
* * *
17th March 2022
Today I’m thankful for having eyes
that left unaided cause my vision to be blurred…
No, this statement is not ridiculous, senseless or absurd
Because when things all blur together…
And I can’t always make out what’s there….
It’s easier within the blur
to see beauty everywhere.
Incompitance leading to my failure
Never justified by my right hand
And given the strength
To out do the other man
And bring him down
Just like I was found
With wounds and bleeding scars
As pain to my heart unaided
Left to bleed on my own
Finding out the hard way
That i had been disowned
Form:
She spoke little, but said a lot,
her face had wrinkles, eyes were hot,
she walked unaided, back straight,
demeanour gentle, royal gait,
how wisdom arms women of age,
true life drama on real stage!
Written 6/6/2022
8 syllables each line- 6 lines
aabbcc rhyme sequence
Bite size poetry contest 45
Line Gauthier sponsored.
A Parentless Child
I am a no parent child
unaided
I see other happy children
tears
flow all day long
hopeless
I need a parental comfort
pain
my heart is bleeding to the max
insecure
darkness has become a mother
fear
is all what I taste everyday
orphan
is the title I am given
parentless
no mother no father
I am helpless.
Drencho POET Loads
When my Mother was killed?
Like a cockroach;
Schotched
She was butchered
Her name erased
From the book of life; expunged
Leaving us unaided
Orphaned
Disregarded, by people
Nobody pays heed
From dust we feed
Swimming in poverty
Famine attacks
Our life, full of strife
As we see her grave
Calling God to save
Our massacred Mother.
Drencho POET Loads
Myopic inner tendency
From conflict flee protecting me
Dissolved no bonding simplify
To live a way of peace
But challenge me repeatedly
The purpose of I cannot see
Testing that already strong
Which stands alone unaided
The mantra lies controlling
Chains invisible abounding
Rubble mind in darkness sounding
Hopeless walk the lie again
Fred Jagenberg – July 2, 2019
Death be not proud
Life then takes not long
an ever felt pain
proud must not be
death
as a foe
cursed your existence is
a why question is born
left us unaided
careless you
unfair you
death not be
death be not
as now
your presence hated
unwanted
unsweet
be not proud
taking our loved ones so early
Oh
no
it is an ever felt pain
of death
that must not be proud.
Drencho POET Loads
Hidden
Hiding the truth
I conceal secrets within.
I look not to the future
Or what could have been.
Lost I am told
Yet looking I see.
Believe what you want
I’m differently perceived.
Letting very few in
I keep to myself.
I wander unaided
I fly alone stealth.
I keep my true self
Away from my world.
Among all these rocks
I shine like a pearl.
The course I am on
Wavers day to day.
I take the cards dealt
O come what may.
Emotions that have casscaded
I have never felt so overwhelmed
If not a whirpool then blockaided
My head goes round and round
Feels like that l have now faded
Some where into the back ground
But also l am feeling more jaded
The fact happiness is unfound
When moments of clarity invaded
Even if its by the slightest sound
Going through the motions unaided
As by my very thoughts l am bound
Follow up to solitude writtem n¨ january 2025
I am a young beautiful woman
indeed
fun is what I always need
fun
it sounds funny
yes;
I forgot my lipstick
at the bar
and returned home
very far
not knowing myself
so far
whether or not, I remain a star
I lost myself
unaided is me
up and down is my own mind
restless
in a deep dam of confusion
swimming
like a duck, no water felt
because of booze
that keeps me smiling
even when a fly passes by
alcoholism
rules.
Drencho POET Loads
Please do not call me “elderly.”
My age may make me old
And if you met me, someone “senior”
Is what you’d behold.
Yet “elderly” implies, to me,
A person who is frail,
Who’s stuck in bed or couldn’t walk,
Unaided, on a trail.
Since I no longer dye my hair
Or wear a made-up face,
The years have settled in in ways
That time cannot erase.
Yet I’ve a while to go before
I’m “elderly. (I hope!)
I’ll acquiesce to “old” or “senior;”
“Elderly’s” a nope!
What happens to love when too many years go by?
Does love remain alive or does love die?
Some say that love endures regardless of the years.
Yet why are hearts so sad and lonely and full of fears?
Does love grow like an oak tree or wither like cut flowers,
when their beauty starts to fade, is this the end of love?
Just ask the jilted lovers whose hopes and dreams have faded,
and now these lovers live their life alone and unaided.
Will they ever love again?
The ground has thawed
The winter winds faded
Things left wounded
Still are unaided
Time rushing by
In eternal flow
I sit wondering
Which course to go
In this speck of time
Nothing is clear
A world of chaos
Swallowed by fear
With all the world
Burning all around
With broken tools
Everything sinks into the ground
With small steps
The fights soon end
Once a foe
Is now a friend
And with new origins
The facts remain
Nothing is closer
Life is held by a chain
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