Looking for the unfindable
Unfindable. Is she missed, forgotten, invisible, lost, maybe dead?
I tried to find her everywhere. Workplaces, pubs, cemeteries, nights,
days, past lives, present life, next lives, in the light, and the dark
She does not exist, and that’s why I am alone in my so paralyzed cold life
Hard fact, hot desire, passing fire, shooting star my life turns on in the light
There is no love, but everything is more than love because life starts death of love
Never happening the love there, only the realistic love of mind, the intellectual light
I will live in the light, follow and take the shiny and glittering objectively realistic life
Oh, Light, come into my heart and shall be the way with your light in the life in mine
Light
Life
New
Ever
Light
Founded
Love
Categories:
unfindable, future, life, light, love,
Form: Free verse
Find the Love
Forever time
Endless
My Suffering
Without the Love
Unfindable kind
I won't give it
Steal this love
Lets lives
You, me
Our kinds
Categories:
unfindable, life, love,
Form: Haiku
Twists and Turns..
The story finds
Already This
Appearing as that..
Amazing..but
Me may re-enter
Jump on stage
Desperate to find
Unfindable This..
The saving grace:
Desperation too is
Already This...??
Categories:
unfindable, anxiety, encouraging, music, simple,
Form: Light Verse
Trust or mistrust, my heart afflicted with the disease of love,
The love that brims the feeling in waves of fluctuation,
The affection that soars up in heaven and drills down an abyss,
Staying love in constant is not my heart's complexion,
World of moderation, nurtured and raised I, yet resistance to alteration.
Lady, profess not your love because my heart is untameable,
Nor I can comprehend though I contemplated much for change,
More than tears my heart hurts sometimes, of unfindable reasons,
And the saddest spot in the globe is nowhere, but in my heart,
Inscrutable I, to receive and take your love is; abhor blunder.
Lady, you pure and fair as wings of the fairest butterfly,
I, the blossom of the bush, trampled by every living souls with hatred,
I deserve not even what I owe, so I shall not entitle your love,
Leave! Spread your wings and take a venture, as rose and lotus await you,
I am ruined and withered already, so ere conversion of me, leave
Categories:
unfindable, 10th grade, 6th grade,
Form: Romanticism
Poetry is bigger than me.
Can I say I am among even the thinnest rings
rippling out in its trunk from that first moment rhyme began?
Perhaps I am a scale of bark,
ants running over me carrying clippings of leaves,
giving shelter to moss that feeds upon the tree
pleading asylum from the unforgiving sun.
I am certain to flake away
as unfindable as an eyelash,
as the tree grows
massive limbs building bridges between stars
leaves as large as the moon
catching wind from a silent world
and singing.
How many have climbed the tree
found their way through the ladder of branches
and clinging to a singing leaf
set sail into the silence?
Contest: Something Bigger than Myself
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Submitted: February 3, 2019
Categories:
unfindable, death, environment, fantasy, life,
Form: Free verse
At the top of the mountain, is a beautiful fountain
You can see beauty for miles, brings forth actual smiles
As far as the eye can see, many a mountain and tree
The water so clear and cold, turns the young from old
So the legend has been told, somewhere there is a city of gold
With so much treasure, impossible to measure
An unfindable find, with pursuit you could lose your mind
Or could it be found, rewards abound
The real treasure is inside you, that my friend is the first clue
You must look deep within, that's how you begin
Try to see how others see, move towards how you really want to be
It's not easy at all, but you have the ball
Go ahead wait till tomorrow, bet on sorrow
That's not a guarantee, but wait and see
Don't believe me, your thoughts are free
Just trying to lend a hand, nowhere near a demand
Well I guess I'm done, have fun
Categories:
unfindable, character, growth, i am,
Form: Ballad
Scientists open many bodies
to please the skeptics, like fathers proving
there are no monsters hidden beneath
the heart's sticky bed. No soul. No ghost. Just
organs in metal pans.
Serial killers open many bodies
to please themselves, like sadists proving
it is not flesh that screams, but the heart,
the soul, the ghost.
Not the organs in metal pans.
Have you lost your mind?
Can even you find your mind?
How can something unfindable die?
Ghosts are no more real than mind
and linger behind it in the same void.
Ghosts open many bodies.
9/23/2018
Ghosthunters and Spiritualists Contest, hosted by Kevin Shaw
Categories:
unfindable, anxiety, dark, death, emo,
Form: I do not know?