is the private chaos
that no one shares
or can translate.
The confusing question
is too difficult
to articulate
in little, shallow pools
of words or
trying for meaning.
Resounding
windchimes
don't just sway
without
sound,
or hope
of being heard.
They should be noticed
dangling
on the left end
of an uncared for
garden shed.
Walking into the woods
barefoot
in my backyard
on a Friday night
and sensing movement
in wings and song
is company enough
to fulfill one
of the cavities
other than those in teeth.
Something unarticulated
fills the indentation
and the hollows
of a rickety body
I call my own.
Unseen
Uncared for
Left crying on the floor
All but wanting more
Dismissed
Don't care
Death called out
Holding in its hand
Walking alongside the dim
Numbing to the blade
Thinking it as if it were yesterday
But it's always today
Back burner broke
Resorting to outlets
Didn't think twice to repair
Or to mend
It's fine
You'll see
When she's hanging
Outside the corktree.
The stale residue of words
unlinked, unloved, uncared for
Like crackers on parched tongues
do no service to literature
Image-less, rotting in place
in letter segregation disintegrate
No one to protest their abuse
their ashes fit no urn
You have shown me
Truly
What it means
To be a vulture amongst mourning doves
To witness pain,
Absolute and final,
And feel only hunger
Gnawing with merciless lust, are we
On the skin
On delicacies uncared for
With no regard for what once was
Only what can now be
Just a few positives from my family and me...
To say "We love you" "Happy Anniversary"...
For while these are rare and special occasions...
They are cause enough for a joyous celebration...
So, that the world can know that though married life is not a breeze...
God can give you comfort when you feel you need release...
Man alone cannot provide the things that bring two together...
But He does allow us an umbrella in the cold and stormy weather...
To test us daily in the way He wants us to go...
So, life's true meaning we may come to know...
That God didn't allow His Son left unloved or uncared for...
And through our mate we can have peace evermore.
People are often unreasonable
And self-centered
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people
May cheat you
Be honest anyway
If you find happiness people
May be jealous
Be happy anyway
The good you do today
May be forgotten tomorrow
Do good anyway
Give the world the best you have
And it may never be enough
Give your best anyway
For you see in the end
It is between you and God
It was never between you and them
Mother Theresa of Calcutta
A heart of pure gold
You cared for the unwanted
You gave joy to the unloved
And you stood by the uncared for
Continue to rest in bosom of the lord
What I wish for is kindness and care
What I hope for is understanding
Working together to bring us
Freedom acceptance and loving
As we join together to support
To survive the difficulties of life
And weather human greed,
Teach each other about beauty
And survival accept our strengths
Our differences, weakness, and
To plant seeds and life, train animals,
Watch and care for bees, water the world
Develop medicines, while some nail boards
Hospitals and homes I wish for kindness
In a sigh, we lost our distant neighbor quietly
Now he is gone wife and dog blocks away alone
Tomato plants uncared for weeds grown
So much gone while I hoped for kindness and care
But all now is quiet I wished I had known
bland, plain, simple, uncaring, unkind
These are ugly words
spinster, old maid, crone, hag, these are ugly words
blah, dribble, drip, droopy, dreary, depressing
Do I have to say it?
gray, tan, unclean, unkempt, uncared for, unloved
these are ugly words
words that hurt, maim, kill, bruise and make people cry
idiot, dummy, despicable, unwanted
any words that make you feel less than yourself
words that make someone cry
These are ugly words
In old rags
Biting cold winter night
Sleeping in footpath
Under open sky
Uncared for
Abandoned
No emotions ~
Only Silence
Date: 01/15/2021
Submitted for: 20-Word Max - Do It With Feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Like many little girls,
My childhood was all about playing with my dolls,
Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family,
They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me,
A house made of wood, with balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,
Which fascinated me so much, I thought,
My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.
I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more,
It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I left home,
Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space,
Nobody played with it any longer,
This should be gone,
And...it was gone!
An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world
of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as
her father's vision and creation,
With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes
to hand in,
A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!
I'd abandoned friends been deserted by family
a sight dark to the end in a state unmanly
Friends with fake colours I'd left behind me
forgotten by a sister and brother unkindly
It was the darkest hour my life hadn't prepare for
never would I cowar uncaring though uncared for
Anger above all I'd known forcing me to go it alone
in tears I groan the dread of no one but my own
I could of gone back to cannabis or got cans to get pissed
smashed up anything in bliss but I thought I'm not having this
The lonely dawning path before me somehow assured
there's something more I have leading to a reward
In that moment in an unknown exclusion
an alien in an unforeseen reality
instinct found an uncharted conclusion
swallow pride and let the anger out of me
I picked up and object and let my feelings known
it was a pencil wrote a poem found a blissful zone
Something I'd never thought of saw me saved
if not for poetry evil would be laid
A love as pure as light, a knife that cuts through any barrier. As sweet as candy floss, light and delicate they might say. A warm burning fire, consumed by repeating faith. What might they say would be wrong?
The deeper the love is, the closer your heart is to exploitation of vulnerability. The sweet love that turns into the bitter cruelty. The warmest day that turns into the coldest night in winter. The extreme cancelling itself out, as if it never happened.
A dove giving its own pure heart to an eagle whom never felt anything as strong as love. Purely mistaken by the fact that to love others you need to have love. A feeling felt for the first time causes chaos and greediness. Leaving the heart of the dove stolen and uncared for.
Maintaining the love felt cannot be done by the dove whom searches the empty part for what has been stolen, and a love dies in the greatest depths it has been made and felt in.
The greatest love, the greatest suffering.
-Lonely Strangers
Furious females take to the streets, shouting
Staid matrons join them, newly doubting
Angry young males overturn cars, defiant
Older men surrender their values, and riot
Lawyerly senators attack each other, at virtual war
As the issues that really matter, go uncared for
Civility is abandoned, all but forgotten
A nation's lifeblood tainted, utterly rotten
We humans are like freshly washed clothes on clothes lines
fluttering in gentle breeze, different designs,
made up of all colours, different shapes and size
created for certain jobs, live under same skies,
we have purpose, a reason, we are all needed
like clothes on that line one day we'll be depleted,
through out life our bodies and our minds change, redrawn
lost sent down unknown paths looking for a new dawn,
feeling life's burden just like that heavy clothes line
unable to be free in grips of its confine,
if our clothes are uncared for, not washed hung to dry
they can always be reused, we wither and die,
I see those drying clothes in a different light
life on lines so colourful, useful, soft and bright.
In your eyes, I’m a nobody
Not much worth a look
Left unnoticed in one corner
Where no one saw me weep
Do I look unappealing, I wonder
Tried flashing a bright smile
Under the blinding noon sky
But still your eyes avoid mine
And you look past way beyond
Do I look blurry, I wonder
Finally, I caught a glimpse
When you tripped on my sore foot
But your gaze seemed ablaze
As if I was a lump on the road
Do I look frail, I wonder
Forgotten and uncared for
I felt exhausted and weak
Under the heat of the sun I rested
Till the storm passed through the night
Must I hold on, I wonder
One thing though is certain
I may be bruised and broken
But the love I have for you
Remains solid as a rock
5 April 2018
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