Short Unbeaten Poems
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When up against the unbeatable,
endure,
you can't create victory, but,
you can draw,
the unbeatables catch,
is they are there to match!!
You can equal the unbeatable,
become undefeatable.
The wind takes an eardrum,
and fills it with hail.
The waves crash beyond me
on an unbeaten trail.
There are men here who think
they’ve found victory and wealth,
but the giant’s run-off,
and left for his health.
UNIQUE
Ultimate oneness
Nonparallel
Invariable
Quotha
Unbeaten
Establishing one and only one solution.
04\17\23
Writing Challenge : U Words
Third Place
Contest by Constance La France
Eyes open wide shut
Or closed fast unasleep
It does not matter
For we still unsee the lies
We hear the unscreams
Know the untruth
It does not matter
For we still compromise
Alone on my unbeaten path
Traveling inside this once
Looking for truths within
To be me it’s my last chance
Form:
She sits on prison shelf
legs broken and aching
ears pierced with thorns
eyes full of rolling tears
back bent due to torture
heart eaten raw with chilies
head covered with bandages
body wrapped in dirty rags
her spirit caked into powder
but her will to live is unbeaten
many live in Sub Saharan Africa
You follow me to life
Along unbeaten paths
Up a mountain of dreams
Into a river of hope
Far into the sky
Where the sun heats the heart
But will you follow me to death?
Through murky mires
And unguarded fields
Down a hill of antipathy
With bleeding knees and broken spirits
Flying uncontrollably to an unpleasant demise
Form:
As the water flows down here with a cool gurgling sound,
the temple stands majestic , holding its ground.
silent spectators of yore, the ancient trees,
all the birds and even the bees,
Art in the rocks, and art in the stones,
did they endure,without a groan,
the temple here , is a land mark they say,
sometimes take the unbeaten path,spare a while,
to come this way
An ode to the temple.....
As the water flows down here with a cool gurgling sound,
the temple stands majestic , holding its ground.
silent spectators of yore, the ancient trees,
all the birds and even the bees,
Art in the rocks, and art in the stones,
did they endure,without a groan,
the temple here , is a land mark they say,
sometimes take the unbeaten path,spare a while,
to come this way...............
He had the grace of a buffalo
And the strength of a gazelle,
But he wore it comfortably
And we loved him for it.
His secret was contentment.
It empowered us all.
We were unbeaten, unwounded.
Many challenged us,
Striking below the surface
Attacking everything they valued.
We remained untouched,
Hidden in the open.
We were who we claimed to be,
Invisible to the stealthy,
A monument to the innocent
And he loved us for it.