Unuttered Poems | Examples

Silence the voice in my mind

Within every individual's mind resides a poem, 
casting doubt on the assertion that each person is an island. 
An internal dialogue permeates,
 encompassing both positive and negative elements. 
As I traverse the bustling street, 
I observe others who may also perceive my presence. 
Nevertheless, each of them harbors a poem within their innermost thoughts.
No matter where you end up on this planet,
You will never forget where you originate from 
A mango tree is thriving in Brooklyn,
Though it may seem improbable.
However, it is still a mango tree.
However, where are the fruits,
Where are those concealed poems destined? 
Will they return on the same route,
Will the verbs and nouns remain silent as well
While conveying unuttered expressions?
Did the Pied Piper know he would be deceived? 
Was he aware a poem would emerge from his story?
Within every individual's mind resides a poem, 
Eventually, someone will understand it correctly.

Telepathic

My ears are sealed, forever bound by quiet/
A world of stillness, no sound can riot/
Yet my mind pulses, alive and aware/
With whispers and images you unknowingly share/
Every thought, unspoken and raw/
Every dream, every flaw/
They flow to me, a bittersweet stream/
Of joys, of sorrows, of hope, of esteem/
Your words, unuttered, cut me deep/
Your judgements linger, wounds that seep/
I yearn to mend the hate that you keep/
To wake the love in hearts asleep/
I see your regrets, the burdens you bear/
I glimpse the pain beneath the glare/
Life's weight is heavy, this much is true/
But why place that pain on me too/
For though I live in silence stark/
My soul is tender, it feels each mark/
So spare your scorn, your anger untamed/
There's kindness in you, don't leave it unnamed/

Spring's Abysmal Guile

Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth

A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.  

The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a hostile tendril, squamous, cold,
glistening with ichor 
No earthly fount its progenitor.

He deems the shade of evil vanquished,
trampled beneath his hobnailed boot. 
The soil heaves with malefic will,
its roots, like veins of some primordial fiend,
pulses with a rankness older than the stars,
a stench that whispers of aeons lost.

Spring cloaks itself in verdant pall,
no bloom, but scales of a vast, unuttered thing,
its thorns a raven’s beak, evermore to rend, to sow, to bespoil.

He quaffs the tainted zephyr,
proclaiming triumph over a gloaming moon, 
Swept in the season’s unseen talons,
fathomless ennui
creeps through his sinews,
entombing his soul in an abysmal cleft unshriven.

Dream-Drunk Love

You’ve lived through loss—
you’ve battled unuttered shame—
yet you hold onto Love like it is more 
than a Delusion—it is Honor—precious 
and rainbow-like—shimmery and 
shadowy all in one. 

You speak to her with Soul, 
truths that seem simple—
truths that survive in warm hands,
in melodies, 
in cadences, 
in overtones, 
in steady Voice.

You are creased at the edges
like a letter read too many times,
but your words—
your words are both 
soft lanterns and sunlight—
lit from somewhere deeper than breath.

Some people are put here
to hold others when they cry,
to remind them that they are still real—
still seen, still envisioned, still worth
writhing, weaving weights of 
Dream-drunk Love. 





3.3.25

A Time to Reflect

Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
 
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.

Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.

Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.

It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.

Unwritten Words

They’re not for you
Nor you for them
Unwritten words from unwritten pens

Like shades of white 
Blanks on a page
Unwritten words in an unwritten age

They speak in volumes
Though tongues may fail
Unwritten words that tell no tale

The poem that’s never penned
The bell that’s never rung
The hero who’s unheralded, unsung

For words unwritten
Are without heed
That none the wiser will ever read –

Unuttered words
Are words unheard
By man or beast or woodland bird

They give no voice
To mice or man
To emulate, evolve, or take a stand

And with no voice
No song to sing
The robin sighs and folds its wings –

Unspoken words
Are words unknown
In aching solitude adrift, alone

Unexpressed
And lost in time
As beacons in the night that never shine

When the Mornings Come-N

When the mornings come,
The antenna of my soul rises
to catch a frequency of The Divine

When the mornings come,
My soul sings melodies unheard
by mortal ears; unuttered by human lips

When the mornings come,
my soul rejoices as the real me unfolds
and soaks in the sacred moments of quietness

When the mornings come,
I long inside, wishing they might long endure,
but time disallows such lasting sacred treats,
and the mornings smile and wave as they retreat

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The Unuttered Word

The words are loud in my ears 
Causing a cringe in my flesh
They are a lump in my throat
And lead in my heart
They clog my nostrils
And blur my vision
The letters haunt my dreams
But unspoken they must remain 
For I fear the verses
Yet if I leave them unuttered
They will feast on my lobes
If I do not string them together
The past will be lost
And we become enslaved by guilt

From Writer's Desk

I dream of hard wooden surface,
lying abandoned in the evening of solace,
chair of adjustable height,
higher when elate, and lower when desolate.

I also dream of an eve,
where sun is at brim of his age, 
where night is still an unborn sage, 
whose light is just apt to be described, 
but till then I will be enough mesmerized.

There is more unuttered part of regime,
building up a room having white painted beams,
light blue walls, and ceiling of cream,
Through curtains of netted and fibered satin, 
breeze slowly swaying within.

Pens in number with different skins, 
calligraphy with fuchsia pink, 
writing for nature in shamrock green, 
philanthropic thoughts in red,
and the special romantic verses, 
curled in mauve and cupid pink.

The Story of a Brother Efosa

'Going going gone 
Says the ticking clock
For each breaking day draws 
A man closer to his end.'
The true essence of time
 ...

Efosa, his mother had named him at birth.
For against all odds, 
She too has become a mother.
With high hopes and expectations
She single handedly raised him up
To be a fine young educated man.
For inside Nigeria?
When graduates yapa anyhow without work.

Brother Efosa in search of a better life 
And greener pastures, don enter street
Since the kpali he got from the university,
Nor gree bring work
And man must chop to survive.

There's no wealth but life!
That one na big man yarnings.
While there is life there's hope
Na poor man motivation be that.

Beneath the smile and laughter
Of Brother Efosa, lies
Unshed tears, endless wants and needs,
Unuttered ' i don tire for this life sef'
Because even inside the street eh,
Everywhere red anyhow.

So the next time you see 
Brother Efosa, be more 
Gentle and subtle in your dealings 
With him, because life hard reach 
Him corner.


*draws curtain*



Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

Social Media

Pulse...zenith...drums...a shattering shudder
Words...Zion...neat...the platter unuttered
Thoughts zealots speak that magnets can't cover

Hatred, Hatred, Hatred and then...
What one friend begins as trend then ends as...
That someone that spins untruths as hints of...
Those that one two their meaning
Like science substitutes one seeing
Like dreadlocks without gravity
And minus without anything
Plus you...

Pulse pluralized ways synthesized a brain synthetic
Words harmonized vision fantasized fame unedited
Thoughts publicized talk bloody eyed shame touched heaven

Fallen, Fallen, Fallen is taught intention
Love savored its mention until...
Love favored an ending that ends the beginning
With feelings that have a habit of blending...
What this is then this plus you
And what it means to know what you say
With a treacherous heart leading the mind by sound
Instead of the other way around...
Thoughts then words then pulse.

Your Face

your face, I see
is always having intoxicants within
so, never my eyes blink
to not lose those moments
for the world, I shut my ears
to concentrate,
on your unuttered messages,
the messages for me....

'can You See'

You relish the polished white rice,
But how many farmers' deaths behind it lies.
You relish the freedom on our streets,
But how many soldiers sacrifice their lives to reap these.
You relish the freebies offered during pre-election,
But how many politicians resort to "in-resort" operations.
You relish the skyscrapers and high-rise buildings,
But how many wildlife's habitats are shrinking.
You relish the amenities sold at lower prices,
But how many adulterants have effected a major health crisis.

Featured news clouds people's vision,
Shrouding the underlying notion.
Read between the lines,
Understand the "unuttered".

To Geesandra

God knows the words that follow
Embody the feelings within,
Especially those unspoken and unuttered.
Sandra love, I curse the day my eyes
Allowed themselves to take in your beauty
Not knowing it was only a torturous facade
Drawing me closer into an oblivion of no return
Regretfully, I am burdened with loving an
Angel with no hope of a positive response.

We Learned of Love

How did we learn of love?
	In eyes of blue fondly gazing
	And our laughter softly rising—
	We learned of love one anxious time
	When my voice, antsy, did invite
	A budding lovely on a date.

How did we learn of love?
	Through holding hands one winter’s night,
	By thriving on each other’s sight—
	Of love we learned by accident
	Through throbbing hearts, unuttered words,
	And lips that melded by surprise.

How did we learn of love?
	By soft breasts pressed against my chest
	While kissing long and tenderly—
	Oh! that innocence in her breath
	And color risen to her cheeks:
	Thus, did we learn of our deep love.

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