Unmeant Poems

Unintentional Self Harm

I sought the balm of quiet streams,
The hush of leaves in twilight's seam.
A softer touch, a breathless sigh,
To soothe the ache, to still the cry.

Yet whispers grew, a haunting hum,
A melody too soft to shun.
Its lilting notes, like woven thread,
Bound me close where silence bled.

Two paths diverged beneath the trees,
One bore thorns, the other ease.
But in their midst, a fragile sound,
A siren's call, a tethered ground.

I chose the road of gentle harm,
Of whispers wrapped in lulling charm.
Each step I took was light, yet fraught,
With solace earned and solace bought.

The fork behind, the hum ahead,
A quiet tune my spirit fed.
But oh, the cost of seeking peace,
Is knowing pain shall never cease.

And as I walk this shadowed way,
I find the night does not betray.
For even harm, unmeant, untrue,
Can cradle wounds and cradle you.

Raised by Trauma

My body is an ear.

Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound. 

In other directions.

Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak without a plan for other mouths.

Earless mouths.

Blathering on until they forget why they opened.

Holes from which echoed flatulence reverberates.

Unmeant for perception.
Meant only for sensation.

To be and for others' not to be.

As if,
As if another,
As if others would dare.

They; the non-playable characters would dare,
To perceive your sensation and respond.

Deaf to the tones you cannot even sing,
Despite the fact that you think you're a Lyrebird.

The only joy you provide is the thought that you think yourself other than a birdless liar; thinking it can think.

Your soul will rot in the brine you drown it in; nothing with a hint of you.

Lovely

Lovely
The way we string
Words to form
Ideas that were not unmeant
Yet meaning so much more, or may be less
To each our own devious end
Tower of Babel raised
Is it not just
Lovely?

Obfuscation

Lovely
The way we string
Words together to form
Ideas that were not unmeant
Yet meaning so much more, or maybe less
To each our own devious end
Tower of Babble raised
Is it not just
Lovely?

Sentimental Lines For Rose

O, fair heavenly Rose! How I sigh,
     and sigh all the more! to smell your scent
and fresh bouquet, before I soon die
     from a bleak, although unrepentant, 

     death! To never unite is unmeant,
to embrace is inspired work of art: 
     O, sweet Rose! Space and time both torment
me; they so constrain to bid us part,

and forbid our union as twin hearts,
     two souls tangled in love till the end
of eternity—till all depart,
     stars, the sky, and this earth; and transcend.

     Though life's poverty, woes, will not bend,
my despair in this realm will expire,
     once I kiss your dear face, my godsend;
and greet you in my opaline spire!

Time In the Sun

It’s nine twenty-five, I’m still on the sand
                     the sun has been gone for an hour
the blow of the ocean has started its rush
as I say goodbye to the sea

The salty impressions of cool evening air
   have rendered me helpless to shivers unmeant 
reality checks, as I gather my thoughts,
                                 my time in the sun is over

Yet, knowing I’ve had such a wonderful day
           on beaches of gold, caressed by the dawn
does offer some comfort to finish this chill
             to help me surrender as I must move on

Tarnished Dreams

"Midnight cast its cloudy beams   
From the gloom the shadows went 
Smudging all the tarnished dreams" 

Lying deep inside my mind, it seems, 
My thoughts become twisted and bent 
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams” 

Run strangely amuck in painful extremes 
Synapses spark, mixed messages sent 
“Smudging all the tarnished dreams” 

With motion pictures in flashing streams 
My overworked brain completely spent, 
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams” 

Kaleidoscopic visions a hundred memes 
Some cruel, others entirely unmeant, 
“Smudging all the tarnished dreams"
 
The time will come--beyond the screams, 
When the mind will most certainly relent. 
“Midnight cast its cloudy beams 
Smudging all the tarnished dreams” 


THIRD PLACE WINNER
April 24, 2021 
“Choose Your Form” Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Joseph May 
[Villanelle using provided quotation]

Hearts Confession

hearts confession 
soul set free from 
bondage 
flying free 
shoring above 
unmeant desires 
of the spirit of love 
that had been stifled 
trapped underneath 
the regrets of the past
that were left unmended
till now

Sos of the Heart

SOS of unmeant needs
subliminal messages 
overtly stated 
meant to be 
strictly adhered to
by all who saw the 
emotional morse code 
a continues distress single 
set out for all to witness 
but only those who possessed 
the hearts secret decoder ring 
could decipher the message

One Day To Reveal

Reveling in the glow of tomorrow
silhouettes of all the yesterdays
my today in just 24 hours
unbeknownst shall be revealed 
the heart of the gallant 
the eye of the enchanted 
reunited by fate once again
will the knight in his shiny armor reign 
will the desires deep within be unchanged
a perfect sunny stay down by the bay
two hearts reminiscing as once their way
a long ago passion soon to reveal
as time passed by, 
did the love stand still
one day to reveal 
what 40 years couldn't heal
one day to reveal 
a bond unmeant to steal
one day to reveal 
those stolen words concealed
one day to reveal 
what the heart still feels.

Was This the Apple

Was this the apple,then,your mother's breast,
Which father thought was his to oft caress?
And when ,in deprived rage,you bit to test
In return he vowed to ever you harass.

At this you learned that you could hate as well,
For punishment struck blows to your small heart.
Your memory, when  wordless,could not  ,tell;
Though pain and anguish made your soft skin smart.

As unknown as the journey to your birth.
As shocking as the grief of unmeant wrong..
As frightening as the gauging of your worth
As sudden as the ending of a song.

Impossible to foretell or to prepare,
The dangers to our breaking hearts lie there.

Forgiven

A sense of lost was felt
A sense of being wasn’t until…
A hearten iciness did not melt
Encasing those of sins to feel

Drifting away becomes welcoming
Serving no one with something to lose
No longer from within am I listening
When a world serves no more to choose

I do not mind the people staring
Knowing they’ll never see me anyway
Times too change for quiet fairing
For myself to never stay an everyday

And it wasn’t there… I cannot find
A sense of being… a dire for hope
I was giving in… was I unkind?
Yet of faith unmeant… I made broke

How long was I gone?
Did I return… torn and broken?
Did I give in to feel belong?
For my sense of lost to be forgiven

To Erase Or Not To Erase?

Perchance, if I could parts of life erase,
by careful choice select the times to keep,
I’d treasure love’s long walks on sunny days,
and cast aside the shade where I did weep
upon the morn you closed your eyes to mine,
forsaking me to chase a wanton breeze;
negate the lapse between my heart and thine,
to hold the nights we lay entwined with ease.

If this eraser I should choose to wield,
to moor thy heart and gently clip thy wing,
I ask, in time, would wretched fate be sealed,
as I, unmeant, forbade thy soul to sing?

Speak fondly to me from thy heart’s refrain,
that I may know my love was ne’er in vain.


*** for 'Rub it Out' contest

Trash

Trash, Smashed paper on the street That means nothing to the world old woren out objects
that set on the floor and rot on the spot they lay, like the waste from a toxic truck that
no one botherd to clean up

My life is like this a bundle of muck and iam the toxic from the truck that is looked at
like the unclean man who has nothing but his hands, Who greavels and kneels just to get
his next meal.

Today will be the last day iam treted like smut, voimit that was never cleaned up like a
comit I will riase to the stars to take my frist look at the path never took and I will
step on that road and look my last look at those who could of took a little more time to
unwind and see that the world dosen’t stop for just the, he, or she.

We to be as people stand who have been in the shadows who have never to understand why we
are looked at this way by the stright, bi, or gay.

we only wish to say what can’t be said by the lips of man to sip the cup that has not been
passed to are lips, to breath the air that was unmeant for are lungs to not being lashed
or just trash at are own families door. ~ Jeff

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