Short Unmindful Poems
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amidst the green field
behind grandpa’s old brick house
lies a broken fridge,
unmindful of time passing
until my mom calls me home.
meddling mind
unmindful
minds not thought
hearts the way
how we sway
everyday
as hearts strike
bliss beats spike
as they like
14-March-2023
Tricube
In a lake of green, I see a black swan floating
While I, comfortably, am on a bench sitting;
As the unmindful black swan glides slowly by,
Small ripple of waves appears, rolling. I sigh.
time and distance unwind
unmindful of a ticking clock
as
commitment tumbles through constant years
with ne’er a thought
that
there exists another dimension
where all possibilities exist
Pierce lightly this pulsing wrist,
chaser of needing night replenish
allow me . . .
a farewell to eternal rest
in peace
allow me . . .
a last kiss to he
who is unmindful of this heart.
Now take me.
the bell rang in a sharp chime,
piercing the viscid night slime,
and alerted many nearby,
who were busy in crimes,
they bolted and ran,
and vowed to keep the bell in mind,
the next time they did the crime.
Unmindful time sneaks past
the stage of perfect life.
Quick as dreams take their place
nostalgia clings tight.
Embrace fun,
run the course,
laugh a ton.
None fathom
when it's done.
I cannot thank in past tense-
knowing care has not ceased
that this moment is not leased
But granted freely to me.
A fleeting moment already gone
must be in my thanksgiving
consumed, unmindful, in living.
RAIN
cold, wet,
r e f r e s h i n g.
Children play naked,
unmindful of the mud--
splashing, laughing, running, gay.
“Rain brings mem’ries of innocence.”
April 7, 2023
Pyramids 3---7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Brilliant words made of love,
decay in a blur of rage
and in-perfection.
A family is broken
as the trigger is pulled
and the unmindful bullets fly.
Compassion and lies have met.
Righteousness and discord have kissed.
As she fades in deaths handcuffs
love slips away.
Curiousity kill
A cat's neighbor, unmindful
Delight brought him back.
I got to listen
To your plea, raise and complaint
Before I lift feud.
I'm so tired but free
Mind says walk further a mile
Body says stay.
Your life's not my fault
My life is not your business
Nothing frills to chills.
Ultimate freedom comes,
Unlocking silver chains,
Untrodden ways traversed
Unfolding new beacon;
Unmindful of the odds~
Unyielding come what may!
Undefeated and strong.
2 May 2021
PS Syllable Counter - 6 syllables per line
For “ Pleiades-U Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
2nd place
If duckling, piglets and puppy
Live, eat and slept together
No fussing, growling or barking
Why can't humans get along with each other.
We are all God's jam, an Earthling humans
Why can't we live in friendship, unmindful
Of color of skin, religion, nationality, please...
Have peace, love, kindness to everyone.
I am a bubble.
People see through me.
And yet, there are still few who see wonders
in my almost invisible rainbow-like colours.
With their slightest attentions and most timid smiles,
I am appreciated.
I am a bubble.
With the air I move and dance,
Carefree and unmindful while I soar.
As I reach the sky, I fade.
Only to join the wind once more.
Each passing cloud shows me
Your face, in great detail;
It fills me with so much glee
Which helps my day to sail.
Each passing cloud reminds me
Of the beautiful days,
When we used to have tea
Unmindful of life's ways.
Each passing cloud tells me
Those days will soon return
That, with me, you'll always be
In each of my life's turn.
Lost in your own thoughts
While you stand still on the edge
Unmindful of what surrounds
In silence you wait
The sky almost overcast
None seems to be forthcoming
Watching from afar
Distance standing between us
Your image instilled on me
With a heavy heart
In the wind I will impart
My message of last goodbye
Theme Picture #3
18 July 2019
In the darkest of times
be the light of a candle
but the harshest of crimes
to let melt your candle
***
Give, unmindful of a reason
feel the heavy burden light
remember to mind your reason
fill your very soul with Light
***
Like a delicate dove
bathe into sweet waters well
feed on the seeds of Love
reach not the bottom of its well.
the crawling
trash-eating growlers
empty the jettison
of 7 days
strong limbs and gloved hands
heave and haul
tip-over the unwanted tangle
of unmindful chaos
the machine chews loudly
time to go
drag the empty black bins
back into their secluded caves
time to make eggs and bacon
to drop once more
rinds and shells
into plastic landfills
If one loves rose, leave it on its stem
Still if can’t resist its beauty
Let its thorns be respected.
View it as optimist
Thinking of its thorns.
Pessimist views
Unmindful
To its
Thorns.
+++++++
May 31, 2014
Form: Nonet -Syllable counts : 45
Dr.Ram Mehta
Third Place win:
Contest: One Nonet never published by Freddie V.
While walking in the market one day
I started talking to a friend we had lots to say
Unmindful of whatever came before me
Kept walking somewhat straight with glee
Suddenly my forehead banged into a pillar
My hard lense fell off and the pain was a killer
Hooding one eye I looked for the lens but failed
A passer-by made a call to my son ,the problem was nailed
“Wettened by the mornings dew
Closely spaced where rows of roses grew
Footprints stained the cobblestone
Where my love and I had walked, alone”
I become nostalgic, whenever I think of it
Unmindful of surroundings, not even a bit
Like butterflies, in full romantic mood
There, with each other, we were glued
Stanza 1 by Charles Messina
3rd place
Full Moon shines and street lamps are on.
The lady wearing shiny skirt in flying flare
putting stylish Melania's hat, slight slant -
holds a cluster of golden flowers
stepping on elegant gait.
She overlooks the man crossing her.
It seems she is unmindful
thinking of someone feeling cosy,
for whom she is carrying the posy.
R-efrain from closing your eyes,
A-lways be alert and aware;
I-t's the devil that roams,
S-howing his roar and anger.
S-o don't leave the door open,man the wall and gate;
A-im to be vigilant, equip with love, hope, and faith.
B-e watchful seventeenth of January,
I-nstead of sleeping neath the heaven;
N-ever be oblivious or unmindful,
D-on't leave the door
O-pen.
He sits wounded on broken crystals
where his beloved's image reflects;
His placid visage is like frozen lake
on bleak winter morn.
As his wounds gently bleed
he whispers her name~
And the echo soars
on distant northern lights.
As she hears his fading voice
she runs to him~
Unmindful of the arrows
until she finally finds him
before he murmurs,
"Till then, my love".
01.28.2021
Jailed at home by a white, frozen world
Adorned by one unmindful Jack Frost.
Ceramic ice was recklessly hurled,
Kicking bitter, beast-winter across
Fields, woods, yards and modern built cities.
Rejoicing nature rules us as boss,
Offering risky snow trussed pretty.
Some people claim this day is a loss,
Taken by a prankster, Mister Frost.