Let cheer drop in your hands…
Your quivering, hefty hands held on to liberty lands…
Let teardrops fall upon the sands…
You tear at my once unshattered, ungrieving soul
Tattered and torn in the ever-swirling storm within
The torrent of ugly has been made oh so beautiful
The battles we fight here with our night, we will win
We shed blood on these bloody battlefields…
We are protected by God’s sheltering shields
Instead of shedding doubtful tears
Teardrops of fretful fears…
The chimes of ancient times
There are times when I feel unloved sometimes
Sick of the rhymes and sick of you, being sour as limes
That’s why I weep teardrops
Teardrops…as precious raindrops
Pour from bittersweet clouds
We are covered in silhouetted shrouds
Categories:
ungrieving, angst, emotions, endurance,
Form: Free verse
There is a cold rumbling in my heart
On and on I feel this mid chest unease
Upcoming days tests and MRIs clucking sounds
I sense breath and if the worse happens
What then, doesn’t it come to all of us
Sometime the eyes darken and the blood
No longer flows I have seen those cold
Whites of the eyes so still
I have felt the unmoving heart
An ungrieving brain cooling
It comes to everyone — every being
But every creature fights back
And hearts rumble in the light
I am tired of arguments and
Uneven talks with no place to go
And with the cold departing heart
Categories:
ungrieving, earth day, england, father
Form: Free verse
Nothing Returns
by Michael R. Burch
A wave implodes,
impaled upon
impassive rocks . . .
this evening
the thunder of the sea
is a wild music filling my ear . . .
you are leaving
and the ungrieving
winds demur:
telling me
that nothing returns
as it was before,
here where you have left no mark
upon this dark
Heraclitean shore.
Categories:
ungrieving, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Like an alligator tending her eggs
on tongue, death moves the life
on strength of charisma, overreaches
for requiem and then distributes the raw
moments in subterfuge, we play the game
to cheat each other without shame.
A red carpet is laid on white floor
of the wax house, making gold from
sun rays. The moon bleeds internally.
The rivals come face to face walking
on the ashes of ancestors, ungrieving for the
loss of sperms. Fertility will come in petri dishes
without the name of father. I am here,
nobody, ready to unanswer any question.
My stains are becoming darker every day.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
ungrieving, art,
Form: ABC
Like an alligator tending her eggs
on tongue, death moves the life
on strength of charisma, overreaches
for requiem and then distributes the raw
moments in subterfuge, we play the game
to cheat each other without shame.
A red carpet is laid on white floor
of the wax house, making gold from
sun rays. The moon bleeds internally.
The rivals come face to face walking
on the ashes of ancestors, ungrieving for the
loss of sperms. Fertility will come in petri dishes
without the name of father. I am here,
nobody, ready to unanswer any question.
My stains are becoming darker every day.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
ungrieving, art
Form: I do not know?