Short Unchecked Poems
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There is no disrespect in letting go and moving on.
Left unchecked grief can hold you back, and that's when things all go wrong.
it escaped , it ran
ran unbidden and unchecked
... a trail left on cheek
by Francine Roberts
for the' personify of a tear' contest
When the wicked
Grow
Unchecked
When deadly children
Howl
As they
Prowl
The moon above will weep
For a promise she can’t keep
Sweet dreams
Are sweet
No more.
Their passion so unchecked--
He dried her tears
Before the sorrows struck
V. Anderson-Throop 2015
A ship requires a captain, and a rudder
uncharted seas - courage, and a shudder
Picking up speed, egos unchecked
tempt fate, shipwreck
the sultry masquerade of night
kindles a vibrant, fevered blush
lust unchecked by daylight’s grace
blooms blissfully in gloaming’s trance
David Mohn
THE PASSION OF A JUE JU Contest
25 Jul 2014
undue love of power
undue "religion of matter"
usury unchecked
***
murder, subterfuge:
foul powers that be
--- cabal-loving and lynching-loving ---
divide and conquer
Hey diddle-diddle
Municipalities fiddle
Crime goes unchecked
Voters' nerves are wrecked
Twee-diddly-dum
Congress sucks its thumb
Inflation soars still higher
Blue-ribbon committees enquire...
Unchecked passions of the flesh, unbearable suffering bring to one’s soul!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 May 2016
*My today’s Monoku is inspired by Silent One’s poem: Perfidious Insidious Master
the horizon
is where no one has ever reached
but many blind ones
spend lifetime struggling
to touch it.
this horizon
every soul desires unchecked
is elusive and unkind
the faster it is approached
the faster it runs away
Do you know
many things
understanding
not one
Portending
your weakness
pretense
on the run
The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked
Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect
(The New Room: July, 2024)
as the dreamer and dreamed
both subject and the object
all that matters is love’s vibrance
bliss radiance rising unchecked
to this end our will we bend
melding head with the heart
thus simply softening attention
we feel within ignition start
Our rampant youth,
was filled with
uninhibited emotions,
lusty moments,
and romantic liaisons.
We sought excitement
and flirted with danger.
Damn the consequences.
Those unchecked emotions
have lasted many years
and we still have time to go.
When did being weird
become politically incorrect?
When were old rules disappeared,
and new ones appear unchecked?
I will not be commandeered
into a social engineering project!
I will dance with being weird,
and the devil take your circumspect!
many a foot in month
statement uttered
wish that they could
be taken back but
they never can be
many an unintentional
tactless remark were
thoughtlessly
abruptly bluntly
blurted out during
unchecked moments
of Freudian slips of the
tongue
Training the enemy within,
universities soldier on
Unchecked and unaccountable
They march to the beat of the
government drum
Tearing us apart from the inside
While Rome burns
—and Legionnaires die
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2014)
As both the subject and object,
how may we awake in the dream,
if fears and desires rise unchecked,
lowering our soul’s self-esteem?
Cessation is the only way,
to exit the game of shadows,
looking at this life, as mere play,
dancing in God’s fragrant meadows.
The democratic West
opts for the collective mind
in thrall to the tenor of the time
But terrorism unchecked
‘s’ always a losing bet
‘Cos you don’t need some ‘great reason’
~ Fighting terror’s always in season
Tender tears pass slowly across a cheek.
Emotions leave unchecked.
It is a beginning. It is the end.
Wayfarer, how do you go?
Leave me be but say something.
Anything as my finger touches.
The silky wet.
A journey. A passing.
Try. Stop. I am your just.
Seems pleasant somehow.
Making void centric our soul’s stance,
prioritising God-connect,
bliss beats rise and nodes within dance,
tempestuous, wild and unchecked.
Once we become empty and pure,
in staid stillness, fate quirks endure,
granting throb of love right of way,
we garner bliss that’s here to stay.
The lucid moments are becoming less frequent
When they do arrive, thoughts pour in unchecked
The few that can be tied down create new life
Then the fog descends, obscuring all
Make the most of the good times, for
One day the fog will lift and there will be nothing
But a vacuum filled with screams
Form:
I’ve decided to be rid of some things:
a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
the mocking trophy case of trophied dust,
proud calligraphed to-do lists left unchecked.
Let them shout accusations from the curb!
February 20, 2019
Why me? Alone.
At edge
Of decimated deciduous
Sanctuary destroyed.
I long for boughs
Now taken
Ringed history
Sacrificed
On the altar
Of a paved future.
I am the hope
Of a backyard rope swing
A Robin's nest
A squirrel's sustenance.
I shall ride
The muddy flow
Of unchecked runoff
Sink deep my roots
And grow.
John G. Lawless
5/4/2020
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
With the bulk of his obesity
Though he didn’t know why
His physician warned him that
Left unchecked he would die
But he had a hearty appetite
And that was the reason why
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
And the immensity of his girth
Was caused, by too much pi
Form:
Poem as Surrogate
by Odin Roark
Streaming messenger
With expression unchecked
Imagined ink yet to dry
The page fearful of touch
Find the eyes
Beneath which awaits the meaning
For
This frame that lives also as picture
One's fleeting first-person impulse
A captured inner focus shared
Clings tenaciously
To the world's lenity
Every poet's temporary forever