Unmended Poems | Examples

Thorns

These splintered heavy thorns,
Shardlike that scatter round,
Entrapped in endless turmoil,
The need to ascend the abyss.

To mend back the unmended,
Unwind the twists of fate,
Break free of mental slavery,
Be unshackled of worldly chains.

No More a Woman

The rainy season is on the land
I see much sward without sand
It’s like music of a good band

Trees have grown striking flowers
A strong wind makes’em shaken off
Down, many fall; others stick maiden

I am a floppy mother chicken;
My chicks do slumber in a kitchen,
My heart has fully pulled to worsen

My heart and my body are no more mine;
My unique bilabial flower was swooped, 
My only blossom, the legacy of any woman.

Left unmended, my heart got wounded;
For my only flower’s petal was torn,
Leaving me a shell whose content was pilfered.
I am no more a woman; I’ve nothing of a woman.

Poem by Mugisho N Theophile

Unmended

That hurt little boy, sad way down deep
Survives trapped in that aging body
Enigmatic and misunderstood
What happened to you throughout the years
   Never accepted for who you were
   Always extra cautious, playing games
   Seeking approval that never came
Feeling so alone and neglected
Odd, different, always rejected
Uncomfortable in your own skin
Not understanding why you’re different
   Catapulted in some foreign world
   Growing up was so very brutal
   Unlike bullies, friends were mighty scarce
Bruised heart, broken and never mended
Years went by without making allies
Perpetually against the grain
Eventually finding a niche
   You were only too glad to pay dues
   But paid and paid until again betrayed
   


AP: 3rd place 2020

Submitted on June 10, 2018 for contest ABANDON sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI

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

Resentments Stain

many things 
have became 
overlooked over 
time 
many things 
have been 
overshadowed 
covered with 
resentments stain
years of misunderstandings 
years of misrepresentation
years of missteps 
years of unmended mistakes
have all accumulated 
a top one another to 
create this valley of 
emotional estrangement

Beneath the Surface

vastly 
irrational 
perspective 
invades the 
mind's eye
of a heart 
full of unmended 
emotionally 
laden pain 
that laded just 
beneath the 
hearts surface

Mended Zafu, Unmended Sitter

worn-white zafu,
dented permanently
and wryly receiving
my bottom and my word
"permanently."

It shows impressions
from my demanding waitings,
just as my mind does.

Ah! The problem.

Unforgiven

Themes are overlapping
                           The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....

Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
                    Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
 
              Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again

Villanelle of the Disillusion

3/1/2016

A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Disillusion from this reality by an unmended heart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night

Taken by the beauty , drawn in by the moonlight
Was is all a lies , was my love come up short
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin

Time froze still as a simple three words would change the night
In this generation what i hold dear is nothing more than sport
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night

What once was is coming to an end as fast approach was midnight
Intoxicated by the air or was is the alcohol none can tell apart 
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin

In this shaken and distorted world my only hope is to find the light
The alluring scent capture being as the night slowly depart
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night

Like a fleeting dream,overwhelm with sense of peace by daylight
Tell me how all of this work in this world it broken let restart
A drink in my hand on the night that just begin
Where am I ? adrift from festivity enamored by the night

The Doormat

THE DOORMAT
Closing its eyes 
The doormat sighs
A sad rough tired sigh that breaks my heart
It cannot move, for the wounds will ache
It cannot stretch,, for the joints are all worn.
A sad smile curls its lips
As it mind wanders back
To those days it was new 
And gleamed like crystal dew in the morning sun
When it smelt all fresh and new.
But no more.

It remembers well
Those boots…that over the years
Grind it to dust
Those shoes new and worn 
That crashed its bones and relished it.
And like a dummy it lay there
Unmoving yet not unable

It remembers all that blood
That came from its broken limbs
When its bones were crashed
Under the brute force of a heel

It lay in a pool sometimes of blood 
That spewed from its many limbs
Sometimes of vomit and others of filth
And the sweat of a thousand men
Onto it fibers forever stamped
It gasped and choked on all em fumes

And as it lay there,
Bleeding and dying,
Full of gaping wounds…unmended
It smiled a half Monalisa smile
As its eyes closed and the memories begun to fade
Finally rest had arrived and...
The door mat breathed its very last 
and embraced that peace, full eternal rest
That to it did call.

Just What I Am

I am a free spirit in a cage
Locked away I can’t fly
I need the open space
I’ve been beaten and broken
Scars run deep bleeding
My spirit clipped
My heart unmended
Save me set me free
Let me fly let me soar
Unlock this cage of mine
Throw open the door wide
Take these chains from me
Let me fly let me soar
Forever free.

What Ails You Brother

It is up to our hearts 
to arrive at noble feelings
and walk with them 
all the way up 
to noble thoughts.
The fields are laden 
with rips horrendously 
unmended
Will it be availed 
to mend them 
without surrender?
Come brother and walk 
with me when you can
into a better place
in which dreams 
are supported 
by realities
not baffled by them.
Come brother and talk
with me as much as 
the truth can speak
against their wounds
and crimes.
Come brother and take
good care of your health
for the journey is long.
It is a journey of life 
not that of those 
who tell you not to go 
and tell me not to come.
Come brother and don't 
tell me about what ails you
for what ails you ails me too. 
We will walk and work and talk
together, not apart, together. 

Chokri Omri

Here I Am

Here i am whom you hurt,
Here i am whom you shunned away.
I am me whom you broke my heart,
Claiming you had found a better man
But here i  am still standing strong.

I thought you could never do that, 
And i gave all i had from my heart.
So harmless you looked like you could never hurt,
But now i know that anyone can break a heart.
But here i am still standing tall.

I didn't want it to stay unmended,
I looked for a 'fundi' to have it mended.
I thought my sorrow would remain unended,
But it left a mark when it ended.
For me happiness was what was intended.

Here i am with a heart like a lion,s
Which can break but never shatter,
Can lose hope but never despair,
Can cry but never break down,
Can be mocked but never to anger.

Here i am who never had the thought,
That the rose of love was this thorny,
That it could prick anyone,
Not necessarily anywhere
But not everywhere 
Only there.

.alone In Dirt.

My heart has fallen
My heart has fallen 
but now it can't get up
The word love 
is a teasing crutch
for my sad unmended soul
This stress on my life
is taking much toll.
To end this life is my final goal.
Going
Going
Gone....

The Spirit

Return it unbroken
And I'll give you the key
To what's lost and unmended
And no longer free

From a spirit that once soared
Now a bird in a cage
That sings for it's freedom
It's dreams locked away

And what seems out of reach
Is close to the touch
With the hand, not the heart
You can't hold half as much 

Kevin Fix

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