Short Unpretentious Poems
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Photographer Frith admired by Queen Vic
this made William.F quite rich
Unpretentious& unambitious was hi word
so wa more seen tan heard
Oh, no I couldn't
please just leave me to myself
I'm unpretentious
I just can't say it
Let me be my quiet self
I'd like to stay dignified
Our barefoot cottage,
easy, small, unpretentious
For you and me here
preciously spacious
Wordless comfort, wondrous
We two are now us
.
do you remember way back when
golden pleasures of simplicity
the magic of human connectivity
it all seemed unpretentious then
AP: 2nd place 2020
Frail crescent moon hanging feebly
Ghost of a shadow in the dark
Unpretentious stars take the stage
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Wholesome ...what an incredible word
Arousing glorious visions of purity
Innocence, health...natural and earthy
Unpretentious, clarifying....free!
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Our barefoot cottage,
easy, small, unpretentious.
For you and me here
preciously spacious.
Wordless comfort, wondrous,
we two are now us.
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our barefoot cottage
easy, small, unpretentious,
preciously spacious
for you and me here,
such wordless comfort, wondrous,
we two are now us
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Serge de Nîmes
a tough, rough twill for workwear
made blue to fade and scuff—
to weather as souls are bared
a second skin
unpretentious, in fashion
yet rebellious and rough—
mocking the myth of clothing
Silent night, holy night
Such a sweet carol
Neither rousing nor stirring
But moving and inspiring
A carol to unite in adoration
A song to touch the soul
Poignant and joyous
Holy music at its most powerful
Simple and unpretentious
Form:
IN A WORD
authenticity
in
patient
spontaneity
unpretentious
introspective
artistic
musicality
committed
dedicated
persistent
encouragement
of
honest
realism
of you
...& me
revealed
for
all
to see
In making seem true what is pretended to be,
hypocrisy can be unpretentious
in fulfilling itself in ways grim
and hideous.
it is a mask that eats into the skin and flesh,
so quietly gnaws at the bones
and sinews of the wearer's
face.
Struggling
The mind,
Looking
To find
Words
Metaphors
Visuals
Simple
Meaningful
Unpretentious
Sincere
Ways
Of Storytelling
Life experiences,
Convictions
Feelings
Faith
And ideas,
Imitating no one
Truthful to myself
Not trying to impress you,
Or anybody else.
A healing goal
Process
For both.
possessing an endurance,
they stood trembling,
proud
but unpretentious,
and strong enough
for summer storms,
the petals
delicate, soft,
listening
to the winds
without judgement,
the lovely flowers
greeting each day
welcoming you,
in meadows
they don't ask
for attention,
they simply decide
to smile
in their
own moments.
I attended the funeral of a friend 10 years ago.
It was by far the most unpretentious of funerals.
Notwithstanding, it was real, vintage, and genuine.
The face of the funeral looked identical to my friend.
The body was well done, but I'm speaking of the character
of the funeral itself. Like my friend Cal, it was the real McCoy.
071221PS
Hypocrisy, you see, can be truly
unpretentious
in making seem true what is pretended
to be;
but it fulfills itself in ways quite grim
and hideous;
it is a sticky, gooey mask that eats into
the flesh
and skin, quietly, slowly gnawing
into the bones
and sinews of the wearer's hidden,
real face!
when i look at you
i see your unpretentious smile
the amiable twinkle in your eye
the hand you extend to strangers
i hear the kind words you give us all
i feel the warmth of your touch
i see the compassion in your heart
there's someone for everyone
or so they say
beauty being in the eye of the beholder
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
MELANCHOLY GRANDEUR
insight
in
a
surreal
memory
enigmatic
sensations
venerate
in
repetitions
of
juxtaposed
sombre
scenes
loneliness
evoke
an
atmosphere
transformed
ambiance
evolves
unpretentious
nascent
elegance
understated
restrained
celebrated
elevated
in
pictorial
sophisticated
minimalism
Always in euphoria, swaggering in conceit,
I see myself absorbed in work and ideals.
Embedded in cultured mind frame,
Starve myself for the epicurean feast,
I stand prejudiced with excessive self esteem,
Saying goodbye to intolerant stance,
I get off my high horse,
Tune myself to unpretentious attitude !!
Written June 4th, 2013
Awarded 10th place win
hypocrisy, you see, can be truly unpretentious
in making seem true what is pretended to be,
but it fulfills itself in ways quite grim and hideous;
it is a sticky, gooey mask that eats into the flesh
and skin, quietly , slowly gnawing at the bones
and sinews of the wearer's hidden, real face !
They were my mothers’,
those pale blue eyes,
that silver thinning hair
tangled in her comb,
that soft heart filled to burst with love.
They were my mothers’,
these unpretentious clothes,
this costume jewellery, these artificial pearls,
ersatz emeralds,
these diamonds in her crown . . . cheap glass.
But her heart, her sweet translucent heart,
O, her heart was made of light
wrapped in the golden arms of God.
Do you think of me at sunset?
I sure think of you
Both you and it are gorgeous
Equating both the two
To things of utmost beauty
There's nothing much higher
One's a pretty lady
One's a ball of fire
And in the silent setting
My heart cries out your name
Wanting to be with you
My longing soul aflame
Another day is ending
Unpretentious, slips away
And like you and the sunset
I yearn for both to stay
A quiet enchantment needs
no stage to captivate.
A sudden, incandescent grace
illuminates the crowded room,
Disarming every hardened heart
with effortless benevolence,
An unpretentious, magnetic
warmth that softly draw us
near.
It leaves a lingering,
unforgettable impression in its
wake,
Enthralling spirits without a
single ostentatious word,
A fleeting, beautiful magic
woven into the quietest breath.
Her approach was elegant but unpretentious
Her soul was weaved in moons and stars
Her gardens enchantedly flourished
Her brooks danced to wind guitars.
Her fingertips stirred the rivers
Her whispers spoke peace upon the earth
Her smile illuminated the darkness
Her hands fought death and welcomed birth.
Her eyes held and calmed the anxious
Her heart was filled with twelve bright suns
Her language was universal
Her name was given... Woman.
In making seem true that which is pretended to be,
hypocrisy can truly be
unpretentious
in fulfilling itself in ways grim
and hideous.
It is a mask that eats deep into the skin and flesh,
gnaws at the bones and sinews with
nary a trace,
eventually disfiguring the wearer's
face!