A sky of wonder captured in a glance,
The world is wider than the room we share;
To find adventure in a sudden chance,
And breathe the sweetness of a mother’s care.
To find the border where the spirit wakes,
The sudden burning of a secret flame;
To feel the passion as the armor breaks,
And carve the letters of a chosen name.
The open highway and the distant shore,
The weight of choices on a road untried;
To knock with courage on a closed door,
And seek the future with a restless pride.
To build a shelter from the passing storm,
The quiet rhythm of a steady hand;
To keep the promises that keep us warm,
And plant our footprints in the shifting sand.
A quiet evening as the shadows grow,
The gentle slowing of a weary pace;
To bless the harvest that we used to sow,
And find completion in a silent space.
A slow wheel upon
Old byway, country's.
Untried, yet tranquil-making.
Lone-lost, yet what frees.
As far who panted
In that world of fear
One echoing reminder
As can no more hear.
Time and tide they do not wait,
We all have heard it said,
And there are those who seem to view,
The ebb and flow with dread.
They do their best to stave it off,
And live in deep denial,
Trying not to show their age,
Viewing it as a trial;
A tribulation of some sort,
A thing to be avoided;
Forgetting in their quest for youth,
That age can be exploited;
For with age comes experience,
The younger folks don't have,
Things that you have done before,
Is to them enclave;
A thing to them as yet untried,
Is foreign territory.
They'll listen to your wisdom,
And practiced oratory;
For things that to the younger set,
Appear a mystery,
For older folks is just old hat,
And it's just history;
So if we learn to use our age,
Accept it as a friend,
We'll age as does fine wine and so,
Not face a bitter end.
We have to learn to face some facts,
That some things must betide,
For you can run from age My Dear,
But you can never hide.
In addition to indigenous peoples
of the Americas known as Native Americans
the country of U.S.A. is populated
by those from far away other lands
but now there are many in the U.S.
living illegally on borrowed time
as the Governement wants to deport them all
for an untried unproven crime
and if they do so then who will pick
all the fruit and vegetable crops
when they are gone back to where they're from
as that's where the dollar stops
A Pledge is but a trembling Star—
It flickers in the Blue—
And Faithfulness is born the hour
The Tempest wanders through—
A Vow untried is porcelain—
Too delicate to prove—
It keeps its Color—till the Weight
Of Consequence—proves True—
The Heart is but a lantern lit
By Promises we keep—
It brightens when the Shadows rise
And dims—where Choices sleep—
So—Loyalty—is not a word—
But Footsteps—on a brink—
The moment when two Paths divide
Reveals us—more than ink—
And Courage—quiet as a Thread—
Holds steady—when we part—
For only when the Cost is named
Is Loyal—truly—Heart.
In most villages away from the main citys
In 1950s say.? Life was that bit more gritty
Yet removed from 'power centers' and
Information bases, i see life was more restfull, the flow of events, went at acceptable paces? Here no connection through ideaology from the intellectual
Groups; leading down through politics and
Milatary boots, linked in; to learning centers, ensuring, speed of delivery, to all and any
'Even then, with consciousness, will, good
Sense, and approbation, disruptive and
Untried suggestions, were not dished out
Just arbitarily.' So even in these conurbations confined, dissconection offered, some respite we find, yet if you
Lived in the country? T'was much better there you lived, for life and not just some letters.'
With A Gentle Hand Contest //Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 9/16/2025 4:35:00 AM
( 9th Place )
Written: September 7, 2025
With a gentle hand,
You balance the world while its feet are still untried…
little fingers twist like seashells
around the promise of tomorrow.
Love is gentle in this place;
it hides within a cradle song,
a steady thrum of trust
leaning into your heart.
Every touch becomes a promise
each embrace a refuge -
showing the fragile ones
that gentleness carries power.
When the lullabies grow silent
your hand remains
carrying tomorrow gently
like sunrise opening the sky.
Soft marches
spawn bravado
and cavalier soldier
He who scoffs
at distant gunfire
to meet its fury
Untested untried
untempered
his blade of little worth
As conflict preys
on the folly
— of the paper lion
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.
Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.
This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.
Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,
an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped away
for one more uncertain day.
In a sky not ours, your name still shines brighter than ever.
Through cosmic storms and trials we sever, yet love remains our endless endeavor.
Through endless stars and fate untold, our souls entwine, forever bold.
Through fate’s embrace, dreams retold. Our love glows brighter then molten gold.
The stars may scold, the winds will chide. But love remains, a fire inside.
Through starlit trails where fate resides, your love remains my constant guide.
Beyond all worlds, through time untried, love leads us forth, a light inside.
Sensing a threat, move not a bit
Work not with a fear of failure in mind
Take not anything for granted
Accept not ever your defeat, untried
Try something new, ignoring routines
Smile more, the whole world smiles with you
Life is a progressive vehicle
Solutions are not found readymade
Live a happy and blissful life
Hope is the secret of survival
Line 1: Wait Not For a Hero
Line 2: Oasis in a Desert
Line 3: Goodbyes Play Their Part
Line 4: Call a Spade a Spade
Line 5: Letter to My Children
Line 6: Spreading Happiness
Line 7: Think For a While
Line 8: Face It
Line 9: A Kiss in the dark
Line 10: Hope
Its no L A I.?? Wer're getting greener by and by..Some say its
Erronous..? Maybe they're just sancti-moan-ious??
For although they agree.' They still advise we're loosing trees.!
Most of our planet is water.' Though thats not often
Taught'cha on the (ready news) its quick blurts of
Sensational views.' Can't there be tried science.? And a
Beneficial consensual alliance.! In place of claims untried
That we may weigh the ( l a i.. Against any probable L i e's?)
Why disturb a functioning country? Why force untried
Socialogical patterns.? Why dis-place positive gender
Roles? Why encourage seperate (communitys?) Then
Advise coming together? (Why?) Why would anyone do
Such iniquity.? Why encourage more people into higher
Education? When there was not enough opportunity?
Thereby leaving manual workplaces needing more applicants? Why cause less birth rates? Encourage even.?
Why alter course? in a (false medical emergency) after
Taking world class advice to go through! to gain bodily
Immunity.?? Why do such evils? Why encourage women
To compete with men? Espicially In hard sports' Why.?
There is no vacant space in my veins;
every inch of me is occupied;
Head to toe I’m full of rich domains;
Despite what you think I must confide
sometimes life can be overwhelming;
Feelings and logic often collide;
Immense or minuscule? Keep going.
Let each beautiful day color you,
keep each untried idea flowing;
I make it seem simple that’s not true,
the struggle lights up my palette’s hue.
He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing.
Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam.
He is an ace at intuitive thinking and judging.
He's a lively lion, though he looks like a little lamb.
He composes music. He plays it. He sings in gladness.
Fervour, fondness, and fluency flame in him like fire.
He is calm even in times when he sings in his sadness.
His strength, staunchness, dedication, and devotion inspire
He loves the complex; tests the untested; tries the untried.
Waves and vibes of optimism flow from them; chill and thrill all.
His thoughts, words, and actions never have any tinge of pride.
Between good, bad, great, and small beings, he doesn't build a wall.
He motivates each marred mind as he moulds his masterpiece.
There, in his soul break, seen or unseen, waves of cosmic peace
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.