Short Unspent Poems
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love like currency that changes hands,
that falls into cracks between the pavement,
protected by some, squandered by others,
unspent, overdrawn, overwhelmed
Always feeling so unneeded, so underappreciated.
But for once she is feeling as though she is utmost defeated.
Still feeling unspent on anything requiring effort.
CLOCK
darting
through footpaths
poignant memoirs yearn
for unspent revelries
where life's seasons fall in haste
" precious moments ripped by time's hands"
The funding of wisdom,
bankrolling death
Thoughts to withdraw
from a ledger unspent
Refinancing life,
true folly indeed
With memory cashed in
—eternity free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
Days so real
I feel alive
Do what I do
Never to die
The only one
I have known
Energy in me
Soul unshown
Time is what
I wonder why
We must have
A day to die
For the days
I may regret
Days unlived
Life unspent
The echoes of sound
As I lift off my bed
Something like whispers
Of a dream unspent
The vibrations of what’s to come
And the knocking of what’s left
I have not yet ended my cycle
But something woke me
And led me to sit upright
With memories of nothingness
Wallowing in my head
Hitchhiking through the wormhole,
all time was left behind
Distance collapsing upon itself
reflections other side
Waste material of a life unspent
flowing back in a parted stream
Entry to a doorless mystery
—from a lost forgotten dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
vision seems dim
quiet damp and cool outside
poets thoughts clear
vision, light dim
Energy flows into digits
Pen dry
damp drizzle
dry flat expressionless face
sadness unspent
visibility
none passed the end of my nose
friendless soul
breathing thick
fear racing through my heart
lost in a moment
Opposites
Silence is my only companion
Yet it deafens me
Sunlight is at my back
Yet I am frozen to the core
A childs laughter brightens my soul
Yet my heart is black as sackcloth
Sleep beckons me with subtle whispers
Yet my body tingles with unspent energy
Torn in half laid asunder
Yet forced to appear whole
Principles that govern
a man’s thoughts and actions
are often purchased
with unspent desire.
Scruples,
logical ethics and morals,
are high-priced considering
the value of pleasure.
A loyal and steadfast
husband to a frigid wife
mortgages his heart,
and the affection of angels
is his only
accumulated interest.
Love
Makes me weak
I cant wait another week
To say
I miss you
As my heart weeps
And my being
Pines for you
As I know there is nothing
I can do
I know now
What you felt
When it was i
That left you
I berate myself
Love left unsaid
Love left unspent
I just wallow
In the misery
Of despair
That is my heart
When I think
Of you
Why Things Happen
By: Miracle Man
7/7/2023
Hindsight,
has always been 20/20
with little room for self praise.
It’s difficult looking forward
if I’m held captive by earlier days.
I’ve envisioned life,
as being one eye on today,
the other, on my time unspent.
Both good and bad things
are allowed to happen,
to both good and bad people
according to God’s intent.
Form:
Beneath a sunless blue I cradled unspent dreams with you
Thunder came down and sent all things scattering to the hard ground
All our pretty dreams fell underneath the leafless tree and by the rigid streams
My hand struck out to find yours there only to find the shell of all unfulfilled prayers
Every raindrop that shattered across this plainly sea crushed down to bury
beautiful you and cowering me
Form:
JOEL THORNTON
Contest: Enchantment through a Prism
Date: 12-29-14
Title:
TIME TO PAY OUR RENT
Walk with me
Through this fire that’s now lit
Through all disasters famines and plagues
Too stupid to see shouldn't devour where we ****
We knew intelligence will get faster examine past ages
So please do not walk with me Through your Karma unspent, and Bibles lost pages
Song # 4
The lip of the canyon crumbles
in longing showering the lower vegetation
with the grit of rock tears.
The sky mourns for the face of the earth
seeing its own fate it brings forth
a silent rain from the depth of puffy white.
The wind, full of abandon and lust weaves its tendrils
over the cliff face and between crevices of its unspent loins.
Sun’s fire incessantly burns consuming
all in its wanton wake.
A steel grey sky
Electric stars shine
on a far offshore
a bridge to a better place
beckons you to cross
to a destination, you will never see.
Your worries left on the roadside
along with so much unspent love.
A man known by so many
left to walk alone
to the other side
So many songs will go unsung
who knew song lyrics don't float
and my tears will be lost
in the tides of the forth
I'm away now. Folks
away.
Want to know who I am?
Ask me, here I am.
My door is open,
for a small token,
of a borrowed ear.
Hearts made clear,
in a stolen moment,
left unspent.
Hidden messages,
constant barrages,
soils the future,
family culture.
Tarnishes the view,
from me to you.
Acceptance,
Or repentance;
The choice is up to you,
whether you walk the road of few.
My book is open,
my heart has spoken,
the critics paid for one last token,
to leave the ground unbroken.
ESPERANCE
Where there’s life there’s hope
As vital signs may be detected
And presents a chance to cope
However we may be affected
Yet can any of us really see it
Whether obscured in fantasy
Or clearly stated in Papal fiat
A different kind of hypocrisy
When good prospects emerge
And all are confirmed as real
Unspent emotions start to surge
A tidal wave that one can feel
Hope remains the final portal
For those of us who are mortal
Some mornings
Written: by Tom Wright
4/7/2018
Thoughts arrive like comets, swift and bright,
Each, a former tenant of a mind swept clean.
Often with a frequency of thieves in the night,
Of late, draped in dust, no more showing sheen;
For worthwhile words, today, I sit chumming,
Ideas that come aren’t worth a dime, nor cent.
But whatever their worth they’ll just keep coming,
Until the end when there’ll be no words unspent;
we often tends to spoil today
by stressing about tomorrow
life is becoming such an awful display
filled with disappointment and sorrows
denying ourselves the oppertunity to play
with all ours worries about tomorrow
we should fun with today
enjoy it the way it was ment
before it become yesterday
full of valuable time unspent
take advanage of today
cuase tomorrow you cant trust
a pretty picture it might potray
but it;s really not promised to us.
That argument as dissident
confines as progress stays unkempt.
How single scourging, love unspent
so wastes in apathy to vent.
A time where virtue needs content
too often wrath builds is consent,
as sorrow latent, but then bent
while shadows focus to extent.
Consigning forecast so relent,
apology the needful meant
confuses like no words recant
confers its distance to distant.
And builds enactment's foolish flaunt,
so time away from Thee . . . is haunt!
It comes like the message unsent
It didn’t disappear, at least
The time we saved was unspent
Just tell it like it is
There’s no need in the deep insight
Better put your face to the breeze
A miracle, happening every night
Just tell it like it is
No fancy words can describe
The love that turns out like this
I’m here, but you’re out of sight
Tell it like it really is
Goodnight, it’s time to go now
Our lullaby I woefully miss
I believe you see me somehow
Just tell it like it is..