Uncreated Poems | Examples

'Free Bird'

Nothing
more precious
than freedom

Nothing 
sings louder
than praise

Nothing
more honored
than courage

Nothing
burns hotter
than rage

Nothing
escaping
the moment

Nothing
becomes
what it’s not

Nothing
can be
uncreated

Nothing 
released
— till it’s caught

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)

Dispiriting

Endless and obscure
the labyrinth of existence is,
when the conflict with self-truth
drags on and on.

Dispiriting is knowing
not even a sketch was life,
before All emerged from the oceans
of uncreated light.

SENSITIVE ABSENCE

No name
no echo
only blood flowing

skin without edges
as you stumble through life

the breach
within a wound

opaque origin
before form

missing beat
when you believe you feel

a hollow
in the bones

uncreated

the body
before the body.

Heaven and Earth Will Pass

Scattered without wind
as though on wings
gmo seeds
land on lava rocks
and icy hills
will there be spring?
Aged old wheel
shooting double
beams
lowers lid on eye
turning noon 
to night
will dawn glow pink?
Battered old earth
shaking parched lap
vomits lava out
of its dragons' 
mouths
birds stop singing
trees in ashes weeping
Midas ego king
deprived of 
basic needs
turns fragile wits
to instincts of beasts
darkness without
darkness within
how dark will be night
without Jesus' light
at the flash of His beam 
darkness will flee
uncreated Sun
a new day will begin
for those who have kept
lamp of love lit.

Honorable Mention: Brian Strand: A Feb 2025 Posted Poem-2/23/25

The Neglectful Art of Creation

All unknowingly we cultivate,
create wild flowers and garden escapes
from all those restless hours
of an ambiguous life.

Tomorrow happens,
it picks up our discarded clothes
dresses sloppily
shuffles into a daylight
visible only to hermit crabs
and night-wounded owls.

And yet the uncreated creates
green thumbs sprout forests
from the soil under
our scrabbling nails.

We are brilliant today,
we shine within a crystal clear
glass of new wine,
bring forth tangled gardens
clear land, till and sow
all oblivious
as we lay idle
wondering what next?

Passing Time

With the passing of each second adds to another minute of being without your and that adds up to the hours we apart, the hours apart turn into days, month's and even years. Years that are lost to the past we never get back or go back to all the time wasted like trash throw in the garbage can, a love that evaporates tell nothing left remains but the emptiness we have now created that won't be uncreated no matter how hard we try.

Formless

When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more than arising from an idea.
Here existing in this moment with you.

Life bursts into being out of the timeless pool of the void,
the uncreated, like bubbles - bursting into life,
time and time again.

Disillusioned self-empowered battling ego's, all suffering,
and, all pass through time and space.
Is it society that guides the individual,
Or the power of some ubiquitous force?

These Eyes

When I Peer through the windows of my eyes,
So desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
A collection of memories is that all I am ...
Maybe no more than a rising from an idea.

I am here existing in the moment.
A life flashing into being out of the timeless
pool of the void, the uncreated like bubbles -
Bursting into being time and time again.

Self-centered battling egos all suffer;
and all die in time.
Do not be afraid to soak in the deep silence.

Emptiness

Time, space, Being toppling over;
The pivot of nothingness.
I exist here in the moment, moment by moment.
This is where the many become one, 
I want to say I stood at the void and looked with a countenance
Of love and adoration into the emptiness
And, saw the uncreated come into existence from the timeless
Pool of the void. Love exists in form over and over.

The Hour Is Late

A blank mind, focusing on disappearing pages. 
A pen looks for a rewind, taking back mistakes of the ages. 
Yet nothing is swirling, nothing comes to thought. 
An empty hand curling, with words that get caught. 
Sorrow is nothing, but an influential guide. 
What will joy bring, just a sense of new pride. 
Thorough searches for a rhyme, something that will ease a soul. 
Traveling back and across time, looking for a critical role. 
At a loss of speech, at a loss of creation. 
Looking for a creative reach, an idea now sation. 
A work left uncreated, a page with missing points. 
Critics not sated, by a poet who disappoints. 
Forgive a weary head, for the night grows long. 
In the hour of the dead, no choice but to cut the song. 
Forgive the lack of choice, and the lack of sorrow. 
Soon there’ll be beauty in the voice, try back again tomorrow.

Unslept Night

The meditation of an unslept night,
dancing to the music of silence. 
Waiting for that unseen sight
and my visions to form an alliance. 

To create the uncreated art,
searching in worlds unexplored. 
My mixed up ideas to sort
and find a train of thought to climb aboard. 

An imagination yearning to be set free, 
unbridled senses waiting to take the lead. 
Casting off fear and reservation to the sea, 
but to experience truth dreams must concede. 

No happy medium between wisdom and beauty, 
can't balance the two in my troubled mind.
For some unknown reason, this has become my life's duty, 
to search my thoughts for an island of peace to find.

A plan to stop this madness I'm willing to do, 
to fall asleep and not sit and think the whole night through.
But rest just seems to escape my grasp,
tomorrow night I'll try again perhaps.





10/28/18

You Are the Last Born For Me

You are the last born for me
no daughter of earthly woman
even the lily of best of the lilies
can rival your glorious heart

You are mine as the last born
my heart trembles before you
I do not see anything you lack
all  of nature’s beauty you have

All that I need from a woman
I find pasted and painted on you
come let us celebrate true joy
the joy of your being best of best

You are the last born for me I say
not one lady that gives birth again
even if fathered by the heaven Sun
can replicate your rare cool beauty

You are the last born for me
You are the true one uncreated×2

The War

THE WAR


Rule was made to break
Being were made to be death
But war was uncreated
Which came in vain?
And make his destiny
Oh….war….oh…war
Why you came among us
And make our earth red
Now you are imperishable
You go to a place where there is peace
Oooohhhhh…war….you are ignored
You are hated
You are annoyed
You cursed
And you are thrown out
Dear…..no mercy for you
If you were not to be born
There would have been no history
No tears
No pain
No struggle
And neither winner and looser
Dear your name itself sound so scary
As your destiny is to war
You welcome us with temptation
And show us the root of death
But no longer will you be in vain
And no longer will you be surprising us

Uncommonly Real

The timely light of day,
Sensing the cold inside,
Are we angled for doom,
Within us, and without,
 
We stand as we stand,
If we could be more,
We strive to be more,
Uncommonly real,
 
In the eye of our soul,
We are what we are,
Created from birth,
Uncreated till death.

Bird Man : a Christmas Story Part One

They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and will be,
The Person of the Son, Mirror, Word of the Father, and always will be.
The Person of the Spirit, the Sigh of Love between the Two .
These are the Persons of One God who are Three.

There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him; in a world set to deceive.
He believed in a God perhaps but not that Christ was His Son,
he saw God in Nature; of Christ’s church he would have none.
his family believed and that was alright with him.
he stayed home to watch nature: That was no sin.

Before all we know that was, there was Love,
So Pure a Love that we as mere humans cannot know,
Such palpable Joy and abundant Life They wished to share.
in Each Other They knew as God what They would do.
and it came to be. A Divine opportunity for you and me.
to share in that Wholesomeness of Life and Love.
to be created in His Image with intellect and will.

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