Short Unheard Of Poems
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what kind of conveyance can you use?
I had done nothing but confuse
Buck, Pontiac, Rambler or what?
words unheard of by my grandson Strut
Ocean
Waves of great might
Enhanced wet tears
Great liquid of delight
Mastery of this water
Unheard of
Russell Sivey
Form Vignette
Prayers unheard of
go unheard
Strange fire offered
abomination's word
They demon-strate
and rave and rant ~
Prithee, for Patience
that they haven't
I
Her name rhymes with serene
Patience unheard of - unseen
God sent me my queen
II
Hope fluttered, sank low
Stagnating whirlpool edges
Then the flow - loves cascade
People call me weird,
Strange, unheard of, unformal.
It may just be
But what exactly is normal?
Here's my definition
On that popular word:
A dull gray world of
The expected and heard.
Blech!
What is it but to delight in such pleasant words, that the mind wanders and the heart opens.
Is it unheard of, to enjoy such gleeful moments.
You are to me my love, more precious then life's existence.
Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm
Momma was Nonoma, her daddy was Powhatan
Pocahontas married John Wolfe, a union not in fashion
Unheard of back then
Today quite common
Prejudice is defeated, um... well there's still a wee chasm
Privilege coming from the man in equality armor
Unheard of by the layman.
They say things like
“well you don’t quite understand”
And
“this is what you need”
I am sure it’s not what I want
But
I don’t quite understand
Angel where are thee? left my side, thou swore your love unto my heart. wilt thee stay
angered forever? or find forgivness in thee soul, for crimes unheard of. my heart achs, and
beats the hot liquids, bleeding through my chest....
Form:
Lenora a delicate lunar soul
Mercurial, magical, mystically sound
She appears in my dreams, showing a kindness
Unheard of on earth, or in heavenly realms
Lenora, a beauty who prances forth in the dreams of men
And entices women to become better than they were yesterday
Whose unheard of voice is this
that vibrates in my ears?
whose arrival is this
that is showing colors upon the field of wheat?
Whose face is this
that i see on every flower?
Whose footfall is this
that is calling upon my terrace?
Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
An ode to my career less writing career,
The slightly altered vocabulary,
And the advanced insanity-
My brain pulses with,
My victory,
Is unheard of,
My sense of rational mentality decays,
Subtly with each passing note,
Every scribble,
Every completed piece,
Every outpouring,
Of the soul.
Take a trip with me to lands unheard of through hidden passages, secret doors, and unknown chambers deep within my mind
All you need is your imagination so leave everything behind
See creatures and sights so strange that they'll burn imprints on the pages of your brain.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Smiles hide a sadness,
a haunting madness that
runs in circles.
Things accumulate,
rise up around him
until he is safe,
and obscured.
Unseen, unharmed,
unheard of.
Silent cries silenced, still.
He aches for you to hear him,
reach in and pull him
from the pit.
Take his hand,
please.
she is a sparkling jewel
all can see her shimmer
she is a throb of daffodils
and lilies in the garden shore
she is a captivating police
and arrest my Spaniard eyes
she is a word spectalamo!
and that is still unheard of
she has got strength in her smile
and it spreads to everyone around her
yet she is for me...
Suduko, Bollywood, LOL, IDK
Racino, tighty-whities, LGBTQ
Labradoodle, stevia, BFF
Terms and words unheard of in the seventies
Or eighties
Or nineties
But no one back in the day would have guessed
A convicted felon who says he wants to be a dictator
Would be elected to the Presidency of the USA either
We now live in La La Land
Freezer burn is a luxury;
the very notion that food,
plentiful enough
to sit idly in storage
long enough
to become encased in crystal
casually tossed;
no longer within the range
of usefulness
A concept
so completely foreign to me,
unheard of until
as a preteen was mentioned
while visiting a friend.
~pentopaper, 2015
You're the April in my March, you make my tulips grow
In brilliant colors, majesty, bursting through the snow
Your sunlit face, your dazzling smile, warm my coldest day
And the bluest eyes I've ever seen do whisk me away
To a land unheard of, never mapped, and never someone knew
Where the sunsets are incredible, and only seen by two
Don’t bash somebody,
just because you know they’re strong.
Don’t lie to someone,
just because you know they’re weaker.
It’s not unheard of
to distinguish right from wrong,
Give it a try: let your soul become the speaker.
~*~
03.31.2010
© Copyright
robust lyrics
winged-voices blest without angst
no pressers
pleasure and glory of God
winged-voices soar without war
a morning score
no bombs, no television
unflappable peace
no reporters in trees
paparazzi unheard of
joy of joining
in the singalong-chirping
with lovely weather
no choppers to ruin tweets
the twilight birds asleep
When you look at me
I bet you don't see
My pain, hate and loss
Because I keep it in a vase.
Hidden away from the world
I know that it is unheard of
But it works for me.
I wish I was who I wanted to be,
But all people do is hate,
Once in a while
I wish I could smile,
Maybe sadness is my fate.
Now I'll bet you'll never guess
Why people call me emotionless.
Form:
After you have told your lover goodbye,
you lean into days gone:
the unkissed mouth, the bed still made,
cotton caressing cotton caressing cotton.
You move through the unheard-of night,
kneel on the eternal front stoop.
The porch swing moves
to the evening's soft exhale.
In the damp heat of a Southern night,
you feel breath on your neck, turn
to see air still moving.
I dream not of a lovers touch,
but of a wandering star.
That which hangs within the night,
asking that I reach far.
I dream not of fairy tales,
that never make any sense.
But of a better reality,
on my side of the fence.
I dream not of unheard of wealth,
to hide and squirrel away.
I just dream that come the night,
I'll wake up the next day.
For the contest: Whatever, Next
Placement: 2nd
Like a living idol, unheard of, or and unseen;
A goddess in South-Indian Temple.
Like a painting,
The Greek kings adorned their castle walls with
Or like a fairy in a wintery moony midnight
Waiting clandestinely, her monster lover.
Afar in a vale, after the dark woods,
Where’s abode of none
Amidst the horrendous hollows, and the ‘oaring winds,
Wild weeds, thorny bushes ,weathered rocks and fallen fir.