Undefinable Poems | Examples

Grasshopper

You are alive,
squirming in my hand
like a dissatisfied infant
or a fish searching for water.
You are alive, we are alive.
There is something the same in us-
some spark undefinable,
except by contrast to its cold absence: death.
You have a mind and survival instincts
and stoic eyes like a sixth sense I cannot recognize.

The quiet of the dissection room
is heavy like the quiet of a tomb.
You would not understand my appology
and are too young yet to sing,
as I damn you to this silence eternally.
What is the gentlest way to end a life?
Oh certainly not this.
And which thought is more sickening
that God will not forgive this small act of killing
or that He deem it no sin in need of forgiving?

You were alive in my hands.
I am alive, you were alive.
You were in my hand.
Now everything should be different,
but life is so fragile and commonly broken
that everything keeps moving.
Like Cain, like Ivan, I keep moving
because life is for the living, for the killers,
for the things that bite 
wandering the earth until they too are bitten.

how we feel

a strange thirst grows
for an undefinable nectar
to irrigate arid emptiness
blissful melancholy pulsates
heart is vibrant but alone
we feel no lack and yet seek
that elusive mist soul uplifting
caress of love divine sublime

Zen Mode

from an undefinable centre within
searing magnetism radiates outward
mind-body balloon stretches to accommodate
fiery potency of this surreal divine blissful cold heat

with the tenth door at the fontanel now a wide orifice
energy overflow should gush forth like a fountain
but a strange peace with the void is reached 
maintaining peaked pulsations in renewal

magnetised palms seek an outlet
to dissipate the bliss elixir to a receptor 
but with no role assigned nor a vessel available
benign bliss burns continue to set aflame nodes within

in a strange bilocation of our polarised consciousness 
we are simultaneously both within and without
we are the crucible and also this power
beholding the spectacle underway

meh, said God -

he stood …

atop another world
another …
promethean creation
ineffable beauty and innovation spread at his
feet like a glorious carpet of progress
a macrocosm of concept and imagination
that surprised even HIM
he had, again, exceeded his own
undefinable ingenuity and prospect
and the result took his breath
but are gods truly thus if
they’re unpredictable
stochastic, even -
if they’re capable of astonishment?!?
he must have expected this
deep-down …
what’s the point of genesis
if it’s not to improve
or at least applaud?
he spread his arms and gaze
swept it all in with a breath
such incredible accomplishment
such grace and grandeur
yet …
now must come the little creatures
to behold it all
to adulate and worship
to extoll what was to him but a
waggle of his finger
poor little things
he pitied them, really
(though he thought THEM marvels … once)
to be so … insignificant -
so lamentable and small and … well …
limited …
but they DID serve an objective
for without their rather pathetic existence
he’d be left with a question
unanswerable
only one …

why??






Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 18, 2023

My Need of You

Calling am I to you
Timeless and undefinable
Rarely felt soothing presence
Endlessly awaiting my need of you 

Let me please summon at once
All that may be virtuous in me
Secretly dispersed within 
Multiple layers of Being
And with it the wit and thrive
Such task demands

Not afraid am I to admit
No one beyond the deepest depth
Is indispensable except for you
Given the threads pulling life
Are not only scarcely visible
But are unimaginably long

I trust in you to help me confront 
This heart already deeply carved 
With a pernicious capricious resistance
To permanently feel what is right
For doomed will I be
Letting this love for appearances
Keep guiding me day and night

Love's Epitome

They urge you to chase peace inside.
I express what is hidden behind.
Implies the presence of that little soul.
In a palm-sized place that is hidden from view.
Nonetheless, you are undefinable.
Your essence is unconquerable.
It is unfathomably considerable.
You are limitless.
You are delectable.
You are formidable.
You are the embodiment of love.

Love Is A Gift

Love's like a dream, where you're fully awake
in a fantasy your heart created.
Addicted to its sweet euphoric ache:
you are enchanted and fascinated.

Love is a two-edged sword, sharp as a knife,
capable of wounding without remorse.
And yet, its presence gives purpose to life,
where altruistic thoughts flow; it's the source.

Love is a feeling tethered to the soul,
an undefinable, unique feeling.
And it's the missing piece that makes you whole,
a hope that morphs into trust and healing.

Love is a gift that humanity shares:
combining hearts; it sorts souls into pairs.

Shadows

I rest in a painting of twilight
muted in the solar tones of absent light
revealing vague and softly spoken shapes
of sculpted silhouettes
held vacant in its obscurity
in this portrait of contrasting verity
where age has no value
and depth is transcendent
absent of dimension

In this flat portrait
not of day or night
where mantles of phantoms sway
like soft black velvety feathers
in gusting atmospheric motion
unveiling our psyche with premonition
absorbing the promenade of forms 
eliciting the unknown
like an inquisition of undefinable secrecy

As an allegory of languishing butterflies
hyaline outlines of transparent motion
shift the curtain of the unknown
chasing the light of curiosity
flittering symbols dance
as disappearing brush strokes
on a colorless blank canvas
a dark illumination
striking a cadence of timelessness


Rewrittten:  November 30, 2020

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Manic Expressions In Black

It's a fact: poems write themselves
on their way to creating life.
Drop a dollop of ink on a sidewalk,
a body with arms and legs emerges
from the point of impact. North,
south, east, west, every point
between. Sometimes a familiar
shape appears, like a starfish,
New Yorker, or an epiphany. It 
can also be undefinable, quaint, 
or a beautiful mistake. Often, you
nudge the edges to attain the
shape in your musing. Does it ever?
Pen to paper is good news, a
coupling sanctioned by Eros himself.
No color-by-numbers road map 
necessary. An idea is a drop of 
paint waiting to be splattered.

Ethnic Memory

I feel your pain
smell the swelter that rises on a
Louisiana afternoon in a wooden slave shack
hear chains in the metal sweat box,
a human bake oven,
plantation camps
fueled by the intense heat of a day’s hatred
children working
shiny backs stinging with salt, blood and earth
under a sun that seemed to stay fixed
and not end the day as Miss Lillie fanned herself in evening shades.
Your back was aching
deformed by subservience
shoulders sloped like some fourth-class non-human
as you cut the cane that kept Miss Lillie.
This was wretchedness.
Nothing, not even Africa is as hot as the South 
in summer with locusts whistling merciless highs 
and the humidity of the Mississippi kissing your pores
153-years, not long 
slavery’s undefinable sadness still exists
what would I have been?
field hand
breeder
cook
mistress
wet nurse
rebel
house servant 
runaway who was hung or punished
Suppose I was born with a handicap or blind, 
incapable of physical servitude
unfit for sale
Would they drown me as a child?
That may have been a blessing.

Game

Game 

Game when it's started that's 
a question 

But when it's over that's an 
answer 

Time is not limited but hours 
are limited 

                   Adorable marbles beauty of you is undefinable like pink flower on your cheek white mix with yellow bud in your long hair 

Two queen one broken diamond heart 

One is sharp like a club in a card of heart  

Silence like a seed which contains a tree of gifts full of fruits and nuts 

Game should not be able to over when you will open the third card of love.......... 

Game is a question over is the answer 


With love all 
Jagdish Bajantri

The Deserted Chiropractors

The deserted chiropractors left, hunting in the dark,
Probing for something to fix, finding things
Undefinable, working their magic
Unknowing if it was working.
Finally always moving on
In search of the next
Virtuous pursuit.

Patience

This dance has a name

Its called patience

Patience in my mind

Patience in my soul

Patience in my body

 

It reminds me that it’s okay

with it’s gentle sway

Never too upbeat or ecstatic

 

To be unresolved

Is to feel the deep roots of incompletion

Having compassion for what’s left to unfold

So many experiences not yet lived

 

My fear of the unknown

want it’s all now

To define the undefinable

For the past can’t be re-written

and the future can’t be assumed

though, the current moment can be cultivated

 

Each passing breeze

Reminds me I’m alive

More awake than I’ve ever been

Storm Warning

Closer now
closer than we’ve ever been
as tyrannies anthem
drive us all insane

Closer now
closer to the grand genocidal of our history
this screaming civilian
barters a blood transfusion for economy

So much closer now
the dark slaughterhouse of all our love
it’s comedy of save me, sell me, give me, have me, sold me in security
is a tax relief to start a family

There’s a distant rumble undefinable
shuddering through those warning hairs
collide the squawking geese of nightmares
a breath upon the neck of fear

So much closer now
closer than we’ve ever been
as the glorious dirge of automaton 
silences everyones scream

Closer than we’ve ever been
to the inglorious, vainglorious goal

A storm warning wails its danger pitch
vaccine needles drip, drip by drip by infant drip
into the dark age of the human soul
into the dead ends deadlock

So close now
so very close
a strangers breath hot upon the neck
whispers in a nightmare
“ don’t worry, you really don’t have anything to fear ”

Nothing Red Yet Neither Gray

NOTHING NEW

This is nothing new,
Simon says;
“hello darkness my ole friend”,
She is never our friend,
We treat her as a stranger,
Every time,

two young co-joined oaks,
Is this a miracle,
Inevitably one follows the sun,
Covering the other in Shadow,
time suffers,

The deep roots co-mingle,
Seedlings pop us surrounding,
Two strong co-joined oaks,
With young tender trees about,

The storms they survived,
Turbulent winds and ice,
Lightening striking one,
Is changed forever,
The live on co-joined stronger,


So much pulls together,
More than obvious,
Their growth diverse and differing,
The undefinable remains,
Inseparability doesn’t have fantasy,
Yet he longs,
Just a moment, something more,

His root stretches out,
Feeling for contact,
it’s made,
He vibrates at the respite,
Something feels brand new,
 pain in the shadows for now,

Nothing new,
Co-Joined is not Co-Exclusive,
The earth holds deep secrets,
Of delight, 
Even for the co-joined,
And the lonely one.

But as all begins,
All ends,
Even respites,
But the time between,
Makes him smile.

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