Unblocked Poems | Examples

Bliss Unblocked

Heartbroken, weak and unable 
to resist,
These thoughts of you that 
persist, 
My head hurts trying to 
desist,
My hand reaches for a quill as 
eager fingers insist,
To write these words that my voice
is saying, they go like this,

In truth, your absence has brought 
great relief, and your presence,
has been missed,
And in my memory, thoughts of you 
will always exist,
But as I make new memories, both 
old and new will learn to coexist,
Dark shadows wouldn’t last forever, 
and in my own company, I look 
forward to experiencing feelings 
of long-awaited bliss.

So long as there’s space on the 
canvas of life, the rivers of dreams 
will continue to flow,
And with every breath I take 
from the Valley of Hope, my smile
will again shine and glow.












By Zyrool

New Planet

New planet

A beach, three suns, silent of waves
I arrived just here, breathing my life

New life, new planet, new life, live far
I left my home, the home the past home

No memory follows life starts one of on
Gone the history of the mother planet from

Silent in my heart, clouds are my eyes lives
Tears are gone; my past life has been forgotten 
                                                my life for now.

Now, and for all times; timeless life is on
No time, no history, lived this life in space on

Endless lands, opportunities, unblocked ways
Here is everything just paths and highways

No tears and stressful life, unknown pain
Always three the sun, dark always stand off

Sky, horizon, and lands are home to the light
Always three the sun, dark always stand off

New life, new planet, new life lives here
I left my home,  Andromeda gave me
                                                    a new home

Past
to Home

New lives
On

I would love to share with you one talk, but my soul shakes 2

And when I asked if you knew of the bet,
You said you didn’t, pretending with no regret.

Then I started to ramble, all confused,
Apologized a thousand times, felt used.
When I tried to explain, you shut me out,
I kept on apologizing, left in doubt.

I sent you a message on .. again,
You unblocked me but said nothing then.
I told you, no need to reply at all,
But why block me then, build a wall?

I was sad, messages back and forth,
It all seemed pointless, little worth.
You blocked ..., months went by,
I didn't know why, felt like a lie.

In English class, I stayed so still,
My efforts on the poster, against my will.
I pushed it aside, .. praised it then,
But you said yours could speak again.

And then you came back in my life,
With a face that spoke no light.
I walked out, tears in my sight,
... brought my things, and it didn’t feel right.

But now everything’s going to change,
I regret nothing, it's not so strange.
Maybe next year, we'll meet again,
If you're honest this time, not like back then.

Orange Blockhead

Traffic cones here
traffic cones there
in Montreal
traffic cones are everywhere

Blocked
unblocked
Blocked
unblocked
Blocked
unblocked
Blocked 
unblocked
Blogged
unBlogged

Not all is lost

Colored leaves shimmered in the rain
The beauty could not be washed away
Reflecting in calm dark waters,
a mirror of peace shined through anyway
The fog in silence, drifted around hardened rocks
As if hearts waited to be warmed and minds unblocked
Visual contrast came along with a blending,
as if a divide had now been crossed
Able to see each other's side with understanding
Light is found in darkness,  not all is lost

Heidi Sands

10/14/24

(C)opyright

Like every other day, why am I still suprised?

In front of the table we stood all, waiting for our teacher bringing glue.
During that time, we started cutting out paper.
He approached us, standing next to me.
Ah, he is okay with standing next to me.
Why didn't he just stand-
I chose not to dwell much into it.
Please, keep the promise.
As they were giving the paper around a circle, they kinda forgot me.
He had the scissors now.
I offered his my hand.
Maybe he will give it to me?
He just passed it to michael.
Michael is his bestfriend I mean why wouldn't he.

But if he really feels a sort of distance towards me, why do I wonder?
I blocked him.
After he thought everything was "sorted out" I still looked at him deadly.
I didn't wave or tell him good evening anymore.
My responses were brief and not very trying to listen to him.
I thought I could start to try to put it together.
That day I unblocked him was sunday morning, this happend now, today, monday.
Why god do you want to keep these things how they are?

Immanent Yet Transcendent

An enchanting damsel 'Maya' *
diamonds shine in her ephemeral eyes
roses adorn dreamlike moments
and peacock feathers float in space.
opulence of this goddess soothes, 
Yet tremors in  mind reverberates
diving deep within to decipher the arcane 
An ineffable world, is only a projection
with million fine strands of attachment, 
combining synaptic neurons in epochs.
In immanent beauty of wide sensations
everyone and everything is wrapped in 'Me'
But beyond the cognitive darkness,  
in the neon of nocturnal mist,
thoughts no longer are made of words,
things no longer have any name.
Our existence detached from cycles
resonates in hallways of consciousness.
When our eyes close, the mind opens.
As an illumination within transcends 
higher and higher to an unblocked sky,
surpassing all boundaries till infinitum.
Profound sentience pirouetting to eternity,
an omnificent enigma of boundless ecstasy.

*'Maya' is a Sanskrit word means “that which is not” (i.e. illusion)

Recollection Retention

Thoughts track back, as a fox on the run
Though the memory is seared, a toasted bun. 
Memory remember me, because I have forgotten. 
Recollection fail us not, because my retention is rotten. 
Data exists in the web that the universe is built on. 
And once uploaded, it is forever ingrained, will never be gone. 
The door is locked, the file lost, it’s taking too long to load. 
I’ll get it unblocked, whatever cost, I need it to continue my road. 
Memories play, day after day, and drop in whenever they want. 
But when I need one now, then my lost thoughts have skills they like to flaunt. 
I know they’ll find me, when i try for sleep, in the witching hour. 
It’s the best time we know to be reminded of the brain and it’s power. 
Nothing is ever lost, not to us, just a little hidden. 
Memory forget me not, but just in case, I will have my thoughts and words written.

To Kiley, Hunter, Braden, and Parker

The house is quiet,
as Knothead’s asleep

Hershey Kisses in place
on the staircase to reap

There’s snow on the roof,
with the chimney unblocked

For Santa to enter,
new soot on his frock

The cookies and milk
on the hearth reappear

With Rudolph’s one favorite,
chocolate chip to endear 

The sound of his footsteps
arrive on the roof

As Knothead awakens
to Santa’s reproof

“Get into the sleigh 
as I’ve told you before

“TC and Melissa
deserve so much more

“Your mischievous wandering
has caused quite the stir

“Mrs. Claus is upset,
the good Elves much deterred

“And clean up your mess
before we move on

“Those wrappers a danger
to those woe begone”

But as they departed,
the naughty Elf smiled

Two silver reminders 
ensconced to beguile

Both hidden in cupboards
for children to find

Christmas 2021
—to forever remind

(Christmas Poem: 12/24/2021)
Backstory:  Knothead is the naughty Elf who has plagued the Behm household for over 40 years at Christmas time.  To catch him, you need to put out Hershey Kisses, so that Santa can follow the trail of wrappers, capture him, and take him back to the North Pole.

I Have One Poet Blocked Now

I used to block people for being rude, but this hurt me, so I unblocked them all.
I unblocked them at the same time, and I felt lighter, happier and lovelier.
Since that time I have only blocked one poet. 
I blocked this person because what they said to me was borderline insane.
It was a threat, and it was ugly.
It was nonsensical, for I had not done what they said I had done.
I think they accused me of being unkind.
I reread my words to them, and knew they were not unkind.
It was not even a criticism. It was a compliment.
I blocked them because they claimed they wanted to “argue with me”.
I do not argue, even in person.
That is why you are blocked if you are the one poet I have blocked.

Hard Facts

Hard facts 
(Poetic Form :: Nibor)

His last word
to break year long
relation;

Broke her heart
she tries not to
remember;

Memories
don't obey her
mind's command.

Avoids places where
they sat hours together
to share their future
still he comes to her mind.

His number many
times she blocked but again
unblocked, hopes he might
call suddenly to speak.

As they suggested
spending more time doing
own work by herself
painting what she loves most.

Try to stay
busy to stop
thinking him.

They said, it'd
help to control
her feelings.

But, all acts
go in vain, his
thoughts come back;

She doesn't know, what to do, these are cold truths and hard facts.
~X~X~X~

Underwear

Underwear so varied
Unpublished, well, not now
Unconcealed, all can view
Uncovered, unashamed
Unblushing for the world
Unfurled, unblocked designs
Unchaste attitude girls  

And boys/men

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1Underwear so varied 6
2Unpublished, well, not now 6
3Unconcealed, all can view 6
4Uncovered, unashamed 6
5Unblushing for the world 6
6Unfurled, unblocked designs 6
7Unchaste attitude girls 6



Contest: Pleiades U
Date: 04/30/2021
Sponsor: Kim Merryman

My Foolish Heart

My foolish heart has stuttered out of whack 
And trailed off a regular beating track. 
With smoking it did not align, 
With drinking it did not comply, 
Got sick of those and had a heart attack.

The surgeon triple bypassed it alright, 
Unblocked the pipes and sewed it nice and tight. 
With meds and zest for life combined 
Smoking and booze it doesn’t mind, 
My foolish heart tick tocks with renewed might. 

February 10, 2021

Your Local Bully Forecast

Enjoy the peace and quiet
We should get at least a week
The bulldog has been fed and nestled in to sleep
But please keep one eye open, there are a few more freaks

The warning has expired, 
it’s been dropped down to a watch
Just heed this weather warning
And pour yourself a scotch

You should be safe indoors
Just make sure you add your block
The turd can only comment 
On blogs or if unblocked

I hope your week goes well
grab your pens and stretch your stilts
Keep the poems coming
On some paper let ink be spilt

Unblocked After 7 Hours- Joy

Dear Poet Family~



Sorry for all late responses.

My site, ugh!

Blocked for 7 hours. 

Missed you dear friends!

I have been emailing PS all day.

May not answer all tonight.

Have been up since 2am.

You are my soul family.


Love you

Panagiota xxxxooooo


August 5,2020

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