Short Uneasiness Poems
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Beneath,
Moving higher,
Upset and distressed now,
Lapsed into disturbed sleep or grief,
Afflicted with uneasiness for you.
That stage in life
When you let yourself
Become an easy target
For everyone to beat on
Causing sadness,
Uneasiness,
About yourself
You see through my uneasiness
My ego deflated by your gaze
Who could survive the blaze
Of fire that gushes out..
set to devour.
Ashes
Dust
Light
It's the here,it's the there,it's the easiness,it's the uneasiness,it's the now,it's the then,it's the far cry of my hope and there's no end to my rope,it's the touch of god,upon my soul.
Art is sincerely satisfying.
A great catharsis of movement,
From nostalgia, sadness,
And deep uneasiness.
From still-life and scenes
Of the true world
Kept captive
For all
Time.
Heart can tell, whenever we err
Conscience, in whispers speaks
Uneasiness begins to stir
Due to energy leaks
Hark to our inner voice
Retain a loving poise
Silencing ego noise
If all well
Heart can tell
02-September-2021
Quietus
N is for nervousness
Excessive uneasiness;
Horror in an astute mind
Panic at a highest level
Engulfing in terror
Terrifying his readers
Stephen King a master of Gore.
Gyrating inside his mind
Never-ending plots
In wonderment we read
King of Horror, uniquely so.
An empty bottle cringes then
A lone moment traces
A hollowness in soul.
Twisted truth of surviving on
Coldness only embraces
To puzzle more. And more..
An uneasiness emerges then
An introspection cries
Only to let me know..
I'm having an old friend for dinner.
8-3-2019
Seated beside a river, waiting for the sun to lay down.
Blonde hair rolling to all appearances
Gazing at the leviathan gulping the fish
A soul inside me experienced uneasiness
The moon pronounced the fate of life.
The missed cuckoo clock refreshed the memories, life is one-sided...
IN YOUR SUNSHINE I BATHED
Coming out of the shadows of doubt
I bathed myself in the sunshine of your credence
And rinsing my uneasiness with your calming reassurance,
Cleansed thus, whole I became once more-
A newly born heart- ready to love
Again!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 SEPTEMBER 2013
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, full exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; but there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
the first onrush of delight swept them away
for a while into the open sea of fond memories
and vague, tender feelings;
then it gradually slackened into an uneasiness
that descended into a quiet embarrassment,
something mutually unsettling;
feelings about half-remembered guarded secrets
of a long-forgotten time that bubble up close
to the surface of here, of now.
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Split apart your ribcage,
Open up the corridor, and let me come in
Uneasiness instantly strikes through me
Let me sway away...
Let me flutter away...
Like a butterfly out of its cocoon
I'm trapped!Let me depart
Split apart your ribcage,
Unwrap me, let me go!
Believe me...reflect on me
Let me sway away...flutter away
Let us both seek the sun,
So we can grow together once more
Hello Carol,
Miss these words in an uneasiness, like birds when they go silent.
Though can't recall when..,
somewhere along the path.
Just a quiet forest looking down
at me now. Hoping
the kindness in a voice returns, the birds sing again.
~~~ Comment to Carol Sunshine Brown's poem -"Mountains Touch the Sky" ~~~
Dear Father in Heaven
No one knows me better than you
You know my fatigue
You saw my tears and smiles
Learn more about the battles and pains
I'm going through
Please give me peace
Give me confidence and strength
Disperse my inner confusion and uneasiness
I know you are always with me
I'm willing to rely on you
Bravely face all the challenges of life
I'm praying always to you Lord.
Residence
...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
There's always a little truth behind every
'Just kidding!';
A little knowledge behind every
'I don't know!;
A little emotion behind every
'I don't care!'
A little love behind every
'I hate you!'
A little uneasiness behind every
'I am okay!'
A little pain behind every
'forget it!'
A little fear behind evry
'Leave me alone!'
And a little hope behind every
'Goodbye...!'
Come with me to St Matthews cemetery
a flock of culpability
What are red faces for ?
The incidence of pious Rosetta
At the graves edge
he was returned
An avalanche of prayers
omits forgiveness
A life unworthily lived
unmatching the reverend
The bats resume their business
The uneasiness of the pews
Feathers are the sinews of hope
Their curved plumage
thinks well of an English Hill
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
A feeling of unsettled turmoil
The deeper I query the more uproar
I gather my thoughts of uneasiness
The further I probe the greater restlessness
Stillness is what is required now
Silence the mind against its own row
Composure of breath makes the heart Queen
My spirit lays at rest, it’s intuition serene
Poem date: 13/11/2018
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Title of Contest: "Unrest of Spirit"
You see all my woes
somehow you look pass me
I am not spirit
Show me you care
love is said
affection is not showed
Inside I cry
can you feel my pain
I am not immortal
Show me that you care
cover me with warmth
shower me with affection
inside your arms
let my uneasiness die
Look me in the eyes
speak to me in silence
speak to me with your body
give your embrace
put my soul at ease
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