Short Unrefined Poems
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Cold
by
Tom Wright
Sounds my raspy voice.
Brought on by winters onslaught,
Sounding unrefined.
2/24/03
(Haiku3)
We suffer that lyrical curse,
The scribbling of unrefined verse.
'Tis Duggan's "Doggerelitis";
And teachers ironically fight us,
Like being beat up by your nurse.
A surreal thought:
Sonorous corridors are murmurous minds.
An arcane thought:
Gorgeous means dazzling
but sounds unrefined.
MORE THAN THE EYE CAN SEE - Poetry Contest
Value life, a treasure
A diamond rough and true
Smooth yet unrefined.
(January 10, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Man is fickle at the best times
Not to be trusted for reason or rhyme
At the slightest rationale
Man's greed will unfurl
And released upon this world unrefined
My belly's flip-floppin' it's so unrefined
But unrefined or not it's unquestionably mine
It's famous nationwide
Beaming with pride
Maybe Hollywood has a part for this dude divine
An autumnal howl
To ears, unrefined!
Cello-strung, each of these winds'
Twig-struck vibrations.
Angry and deranged
Which noise so maligned.
To her, a heartache nurses
Salve, if sad, through songs.
Flow
A mass of unrefined substance
Trickling over ancient grounds
Touching softly
Yet pressuring firmly
A bright, white surge
Upon a dreary backdrop
That is what you are
And that is all you’ll ever
Be
Form:
Treading Blood Again
Stained Unclean Skin
Dead Eyes
Hypnotized
Tragically Desired
Diligence Required
Rigor Mortis Of The Mind
Distorted And Unrefined
Tormented
Demented
Unnatural Condition
Deadly Affliction
Form:
Blue
berries
on the vine.
Gift of Nature.
Unrefined fresh fruit,
unwashed, eaten just so.
Option to blend special treats –
muffins, smoothies, cobblers, and pies.
Scrumptious splendor, sweet summer surprise.
Relishing on sour foods left over night
Grains only fit for the husbandry
Sucking the unrefined milk after a cow’s fight
Generating the most unhygienic dairy
Diseases are thriving with unchallenged might
So everyone is a victim of the gory
Popeye
I’m a ruffian
I’m unrefined
Still unpolished
What’s mine is mine
I’m a ruffian
An un-tumbled stone
Got rough edges
So I live all alone
I’m a ruffian
Like Popeye says
"I am what I am,
And that’s all that I am.”
By: Bill MacEachern
October 17, 2022
facing mood swings
in either us or others
we simply recognise
diktats of hormones
or instincts unrefined
displaying their fangs
witness nonchalant
graces the nonevent
infusing soul’s peace
in the seeming storm
by centring presence
deep within our Self
01-May-2023
An everlasting love is hard to find.
That kind of love makes you blind.
Your mind races against opined.
It has the heart twined in a bind.
You might consign to unrefined notions.
So be shined before being dined.
Make sure the everlasting love is
combined with an everlasting dove.
Form:
Can a man get younger as he grows old?
-- A home is duly acquired as a house is sold
Is a secret truly tarnished the first time it is told?
-- Folks say unrefined oil is liquid gold
When your lips say you love me, are your hands always cold?
-- My love is forever, yours to have and to hold
destination love
claim this womans nectar
I'll follow her into this fire
travel interstellar
side effects-no regrets!
this womans' decision unrefined
a love uncharted redefined
love lives here, in shared dream
of passion, kaleidoscope
gorgeous abyss
reality, her signature in her kiss
A mental pilgrimage
beyond the horizon
of mind,
unrefined.
Self introspection,
pricked my conscience
with your double edged
remarks.
Realization shattered
self-complacency
mushroomed
in my untamed self.
On the verge
of desolation
I encountered you
my Teacher
who took me
to the unending vista
of imagination.
Like the River Nile she flows with food and culture
With natural resources and unrefined treasure
Nurtured and moulded by noble ancestry
With such quality and beauty of the ebony
Her head remains lifted in unique royalty
Like Mount Kilimanjaro standing proud and tall
She remains unshaken, a home for all
A double Fibonnaci with one reversed
Deep
In
Earth's depths
A dazzling
Surprise waits ages
Formed by pressure, resplendent, bold
A diamond emerges, symbol of strength this rock
In the rough, it may appear unrefined but in its depths
A radiance defined, luster
Captures the sun's light
Testament
To its
Great
Change
She walks alone and has such airs,
though airless be the things which she desires.
She smiles throughout, as each blow falls,
with the martyrless grace that sainthood requires.
She takes such pride, though there be none,
in each and every task she is assigned.
Then bending low,
with so much care,
lends grace and beauty to man’s most unrefined.
Plundering poets' works is pathetic,
Lusting after fame through theft weakly lame.
Acts in true nature non-empathetic,
Garbing the thief in a cloak of black shame.
Immoral is this foul activity
Against another author's questing mind.
Raping another's creativity,
Indulging in this crime so unrefined,
Signals a soul unworthy of respect;
Muse on this poem's truth and self-reflect.
So dainty how she held the tea cup,
sipping showing off manicured nails;
I walk in and fall with a thump;
Hot spots splotch a face that pales,
yet never do they hear me scream;
I secure the win as ‘Graceful’ fails;
So unrefined is how it may seem
meeting the floor with my face;
Channeling poise I quickly redeem;
Transformed by soft metamorphosis,
a still lady below the surface.
My poems have me musing with my muse:
inking new phrases, so I don't reuse.
And to make obscure words sound sensible:
a thesaurus is indispensable.
Each and every line conceived in my mind
gets roughed in, tentative, and unrefined.
And to broaden my vocabulary,
I consult a rhyming dictionary.
And as verses form through perseverance,
a brand-new poem makes its appearance.
These words;
Scribbles of an untrained hand;
Thoughts of an unlit mind;
Transposed unrefined to these pages.
Certainly these scribbles;
Shall of the literate stomachs, turn.
Capabilities; of a *****habilis and a homo
sapien
Who compares?
These scribbles
Like the stars at night
When the sun goes into hiding
Lights up an already dark sky
If ever of these trashes men behold;
Against the scribbler; of no grudge hold
I'm locked within my mind,
with my thoughts that go unrefined.
They keep me here still awake,
when my dreams refuse to take,
hold of me. I am ready to make,
a choice to show the things I don't fake.
The depths of my mind,
which are a maze I don't show,
for I worry what some will find,
simply because I do not know,
everything for which I have pined,
if only someone could ease the flow,
of my thoughts. That would be so kind.