Short Unfilled Poems
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Our playgrounds have faded
swings stilled, sandboxes unfilled
Where are the shovels and pails ~
replaced by profits and sales
cows stand in their beds
trod on grass loosen like springs
blades of grass enriched
cows fulfilled and contented
cows unfilled their content ... parts
Making him your one and only
After his unfilled promises.
Yanking out those treasures of love
Brought out from closet cornices,
Even though he's your turtle dove.
My thoughts are faults. My mind; a broken lens.
Solely upon light; clarity depends.
Unfilled desires are sorrows running rife.
‘Tis only death which shares with me this life.
You first forgive
to then forget
Judgment lost
in past regret
To change the mantra
soul’s unfilled
And cage the snake
—from now until
(Freemont Street Las Vegas: July, 2022)
My dreams belong in a book.
I don't want to leave this world
with my pages unfilled.
I'll never give up what I long for.
Knowing who my parents are?
My list hold only one need.
then I die.
razored words in harsh derision
cutting pain enhances vision
Time stands still beside the void
That darkness that we all avoid
space spins eternal cup unfilled
constant motion standing stilled
by distance
Form:
Songs unsong
Lives unlived
Wants unfilled
Past, Present
Meeting change
Thoughts in motion
upward swing
Equiped with measures
Success a pleasure
Notes sharp
Eye teasing
Using ear to see
Tasteful melody
Spare Moment 4/21/11
Listen to poem:
Please.
Release respectfully.
Especially eighth entrance.
Silence, sister smoking stone.
Smartphone softly seeking shadows still.
Uphill urging, unheard utterances, unfilled using.
Rising reckon relentlessly remains real reaching resolve.
Evolve.
Joletta
I love ya!
It was supposed to be true love
through time in a minute
bodies and bodies facing the future
was there no vow between us?
Joletta
So pretty
Could I be your fellow
But our passion was just a wish unfilled
and always meant only a minute
6/30/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
It was just a song,
someone's rendition
of love gone wrong.
It strained on every note
pausing tenderly at each stroke
of time as it was standing still
and the heart was empty and unfilled
with emotion and feelings killed.
Let it play
in the background
of love filleted.
For Silent One contest, I died a little inside
2/8/19
confusing tensions
psychopathic maladjustments
forbidden love
in sequestrated caves
imminent war of thoughts
methodically organised
what is a sonnet
true discrimination of
shocking truths
mental equipoise
singing birds under the
carpet of a bleeding heart
pastures of inhibited love
meadows of unfilled longings
religion is philosophy
of action
Form:
my bedroom mirror is broken -
an arrant illustration of torment
wrists landmark a spectacle carved in crimson blood
damaged mutterings seeking acceptance
darkness in the corners of self
rapacious hunger cut off by unfilled desire
ribs devoured and exposed, but covered
hiding pain in plain sight
famished; none the wiser
with a cracked precision, I smile
Perdition encompasses
The spiritual mind completely
Collapsing the hope
Of a life in hiding
In shadows no light shines
No savior or redemption
Found in the purgatory life
An abyss forever unfilled
From eye to eye
No end in sight of mine
Trust engulfed
In the depressions of time
Hopelessly lost
No ladder to regain
Any part
That had been sane
In twilight hours at the edge of void life
Perched on sea shore of foaming strife
With unfilled cup of fulfillment in hand I see
Dusky desires reach the drowning horizon.
The last spectrum of sunburst ecstasy
Surges on the stream of gold on the sea
In my enraptured eyes it turns into elixir
I'll fill my empty cup to drink to the lees.
May 3, 2019
Photo chosen : # 2
A young infant, a short life,
It's painful, it's like a knife.
A happy moment, suddenly torn apart,
There was no breath, no beat of the heart.
A life unused, a space unfilled,
A cruel trick, all joy killed.
An unanswered question, a constant ponder,
They'll never forget, they'll always wonder.
A locked room, no one will enter,
They'll never forget, she'll always be the center.
Form:
My heart is not broken,
yet it is not whole.
An empty space,
An unfilled hole.
I'm waiting for someone,
I'm not sure who.
I like the people i meet,
but there not you.
I need to break down this wall,
that lays before my hearts call.
But without your love,
Its to tall.
So im begging you please,
in my love believe.
Together we will be happy,
and i will never leave.
I beg of thee to hold me close
Unfilled with love but only lust
Accept I would whate'er you give
It matters not I cannot trust
For once already have I lost
My heart within your silken touch
And watched it utterly destroyed
With cold abandon in your clutch
Please unto me do as you feel
Even in hate for truthfully
Accept I would whate'er you give
So long as you do feel for me
That pit in my soul…
a space left unfilled
The harder I struggle,
the deeper it drills
Its emptiness constant,
dominion unsure
A puppet on tethers,
with vacuum secured
One choice left unspoken,
whose die never cast
To reach through the darkness,
the blindness unmasked
A backfill is starting,
my cavern relines
The light has reentered
—new future defined
(The New Room: January, 2022)
life
barely a
spark
in
time
flashed past
brief memories
soon forgotten
promises made
to ourselves
loves
the world
still unfilled
new year’s
resolutions
barely edited
from year to year
promises
that take
a moment
to make
a lifetime
to honour
as the
inevitable
end
at accelerating
pace
draws
to a slow or
painful
abrupt
cessation
promises?
if not
now,
when?
big ideas
unfilled
four months of thoughts ive kept in my vacuum
twirling
swirling
spinning ideas bouncing off each other
cracking spines in empty space
shattering
lightbulbs
unlit
scream all you ****ing want
nobody is listening
nobody cares
you’re another fallen leaf
floating
held in thin air
by your stubborn pride
and inability to admit
you need some ****ing help
You try hard to make a position
Knock on closed doors far and near
To take your ego in without invitation
And search for unfilled hearts bare
To seduce for unwanted occupation.
You try hard to make a position
The doors may open or may not
You are a stranger close to none
You may find many hearts afloat
Fleeting they hold you in fraction.
You try hard to make a position
Make melting shadow in setting sun.
One more heartbeat in my chest,
one more softened silent breath,
closing eyes find rest
welcoming death.
If I can,
the final sleep of unfilled dreams
will slip away as planned;
tossing and turning on starry lit beams.
You need not cry,
wipe the tears away
we all are destined to die
going toward it every day.
Listen to its silence
the rapture of the prayer
embrace it with no defiance
in a moment, heaven is there.
This is too bizarre to make up, and can only be in the USA;
Social Services sent me a letter
They would stop my services unless
I sent them a copy of
the letter they sent me
Bizarre? It gets weirder.
Henceforth, my case manager
requested from them,
A copy of said letter,
So she can send it back to them
No wonder I'm crazy.
In the meantime, all service halted,
all prescriptions unfilled,
And all logic out the window.
Only in America!
This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:
Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter
The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where dreams are killed
We follow the hoods of lavish cars that lead us to the sea
Must be that it’s an easy place to douse in our vanity