Unversed Poems | Examples

NONSENSE

It is nonsense,
Because it does not make sense.
Not because there is no sense,
But because you are unversed
And cannot make sense of it.
Because it is esnesnon,
It is nonsense,
And above your intuition.
It does not make sense.

It is nonsense,
Because it lacks sense
And has no substance;
Conceived from a debased instinct,
Of a delirious, senile and manic concept,
From a senseless conception.
This is nonsense!

And you lack a sense of the concept,
Because you do not have enough sense
To comprehend the senselessness of the nonsense.
This piece is nonsense,
Because it does not make sense—
Because subsidy is gone,
And it does not make sense.

Songs of Soul COS No 12: ABBA

Caused Steinbeck reword "Mirth" known printed write,
harmony pulse conducts the marooned cell,
though breaks, wisely kept in tune with itself.
The gauge's clicks sway one to soothe its height.
"Each and All", "Earth Song" Emerson's ballad.
Unversed preexist's renewed care recalls.
Harp rhythm strings strum as the organ pedals.
Rhapsody ensures airy suite valid.
Calm reflects symmetry, pleasures belong,
deep voices grants the life-timers acclaim.
Solemn occasions psalm, heartfelt gifts claim.
Unsung Heavenly pace grow the swan song.
invites internal hope vibrates anew,
renewed life rewarded, heartbeat pipes true.

Bloodied Merry Inspiration

The modernization of Shakespeare plays
          'theater' for the unversed
  
      Catering to narrow appetites
          increases their bloody thirst

A Soul Is Divine-

Such is a soul that is divine
Great inspiration the spiritual immaterial part
Immortal soul's journey through unversed starts
Such is a soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Regarded believed death is just 
One step in a sensational holy empyrean
Such is a soul that is divine
Holiness breathe aloud/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
My vessel’s filled with sublime ecclesiastic reverence
Feeling emotion passion enthusiasm, celestial seraphic
Such is a soul so divine confessing's/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE
~
Angelic fervor ardor vivacity
Spiritual heavenly celestial deiform capacity
Such is a soul that is divine
~
Grandeur pageantry at naught, 
this universe hasn’t seen the last of me
I am truest self-contained energy…
Such is mine soul that is divine/ I AM A SOUL I AM DIVINE



For “A Soul is Divine “Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani 

6/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Placed 6th place in contest

Father I Need You

Beneath the astral sky, where quiet sings,
I muse on days of love and painful things.
A question stirs, dear father, guiding star,

Am I a fool to open wide my heart?

O Father, from afar, please steer my way,
As once again, I feel I might stray,
To one whose former faults had left their mark,
And tore apart my trusting, tender heart.

In youth, I faltered, stumbled in the night,
My heart unversed in love's restricting sight.
But time has marched, and now my thoughts have bloomed,

Could I revive what once was assumed doomed?

Thrice have I tread this well-worn path of love,
And yet, unsure again, I find myself shoved
Toward a love that may not last the night,

Do I act with folly or with grace?
Do I yield to love that marred my face?

Are we, like daffodils that bend and whirl,
Transformed by time, love's wisdom to unfurl?

For love, relentless, sometimes blinds the view,
To the harsh truth that kindness may eschew.

Father, guide me through this boundless maze,
Help me navigate this transient phase.

I seek solace in the truth of love's demise,
Let it rest in peace, forever, by the wayside.

The Poet's Crucible

"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." — Mary Oliver


Inside the conscious mind of each poet
dwells stupendous  and sundry thoughts.
They can escape as daydreams or nightmares
but sometimes, we capture them on paper
to share with the rest of the world.
We can record our exciting moments
yet also express our fears and failures.
We can create marvelous fantasies -
words to inspire the productivity of others.
It’s neat when we get our notions written down.
It's then our heads are cleared to make room
every day for more unversed ideas.
Best of all we have a hard copy
of past thoughts to read when a spark
within our own minds asks for remembrance. 

November 29, 2022

Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Contest:  poetry is a life cherishing force 20169

Kiss of Fate

Gone are the splendours of simplicity
  when youth and innocence did life portend;
now my days are filled by complexity
  and sweet utopian dreaming at an end.
Thus I am not a man unversed in sin
  nor a beguiled fool to splendorous love -
truly within I feel unforgiven
  and each sober thought this reminds me of.
Soul-destroying are the long stolen years -
  its conscious slow death, its visceral grief
that robs me of all my wonderful cares
  and leaves me only to my unbelief.
An oath of freedom I remember now
but cold the kiss of fate upon my vow.


           Written: October 1991

Wintering Birds

November rains pour from the sky,
seated near window my thoughts cry,
damp, cold weather and island life,
memories hurt  – like a  knife,
water bubbles gets swell and burst, 
deep red autumn hues are my thirst.

Flocks of wintering birds fly high,
warm sense grows in my inward eye,
these birds console my inner strife,
heart starts paying a tune from fife,
birds from homeland flying unversed,
reveal autumn – grief reversed.

Wrote for Lay November Poetry Contest
20th November 2020
Sponsored by – William Kekaula 

Rhyming verified with www.rhymezone.com
Number of syllables verified with www.howmanysyllables.com
Grammar verified with PS Grammar check

Romance 'Neath a Full Moon

Our first kiss whetted my hunger and thirst
I was a budding rose at your first touch
Love bloomed in the garden for me that night
With such affection, my heart was unversed
Romance 'neath a full moon... there was so much
starlight.
Passion claimed my senses;  our love extol,
I'd never known such glorious delight
You gave me strength when I needed a crutch
As if I had wings, my body and soul
Took flight.



November 6,  2020
Sara Kendrick's The Speaker Contest

Eye Color

It carries with it, connotations of vibrancy, 

freshness, renewal, sustainability, health.

All this is reminiscent of us, how we are;

How our new love sprang shortly after Easter, 

Two days after 4/2/0.


It’s the eye color we share, 

Like long stares, up stairs 

In my room in the attic. 

The canopy of the house; 

The leaves and branches 

of the tree we dwelled in


It is the staggering ignorance we faced 

When we decided to take a chance, 

But even in our unversed status, 

We persevered. 


It is the envy I recognized

When I first saw you. 

The attention, the conversation, the consideration

You gave onto others, I wished for myself.

And that compelled me so, I knew 

I had only one choice. 

Now or never,

The light changed. 

Go!

Under Starry Skies

Luscious night overseen by crescent moon
Playful ludic breeze toys with miles of sand
A zillion stars out in full bloom this June
T'was yesteryear nervous you took my hand

The charming way you were so chivalrous
Stories shared with innocent childlike heart
Time vanished most unceremonious
Our souls melding as one right from the start

Looking at remembrances endearing
Years generous to us in every way
All hint of skepticism disappearing
Never be another come judgment day

Two souls inexplicably attracted
Entwining hearts forever connected     



AP: 3rd place 2020

Submitted on February 28, 2018 for contest BEST SONNET sponsored by LAURA LOO

This is the versed version (10 syllables) of my original A FIRST DATE unversed sonnet - submitted in February 2018

Sonnet Pathetique

SONNET PATHETIQUE

So sad Peter Ilyich; such anguished strife!
What is the tragic loss for which you grieve
An unforgot dark chapter in your life
So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve
That noble face that should exult your art
Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy
In music, minor key takes greater part
D’you fear that signs of happiness would cloy
Yet oft, light breaks the gloom of dark dimension
Penumbra, pierced by ray of bliss, dispersed
And we discern the soul of your invention
Who bless the days you o’er this world traversed
That in our hearts it should have given gladness
For such sublime, exquisite, beauteous sadness

The Night of Shrieks

I was paving towards the old banyan tree
Where the moonlight was cursed 
To these solitary paths my heart was unversed
Fear embraced and didn`t let me go free.

The hanging roots were a witch`s hair
The mournful leaves tickled my hands
And my legs ran errands
The scene created looked rare

Then when I touched the expressive stem
I was pushed to a brightly lit place
Where every creature dazzled with grace
And worn a crown of an innocent gem.
 
Still a found a love in their heart
No stains of selfishness I found
With joy and glee I was bound
An unearthly place I found just few metres apart.

I murmured," Where the hell I am, in dark beams?"
A voice replied,"Its a place where you stepped at your will recently
And you will leave soon and with a smile,decently 
Its a world you weave, its your creativity, its a world of dreams".

Red Mist

A babe in arms, who knows no sin,
A mothers love for only him.
A carefree shopper, enjoying the day,
Each not knowing what may come their way.

A young man yet unversed in life,
A teenage girl longs to be a wife.
A down and out, drunk on meths,
Each not knowing their impending deaths.

A cyclist peddling for all his worth,
A boy and his mates so full of mirth.
A policeman's lot maybe not a happy one,
Each not knowing they may soon be gone.

A man, overdressed in the July heat goes by,
A rooftop sniper, watching, knows just why.
He raises his sights, his target cannot be missed,
His aim is true, a bombers head becomes red mist.

© Dave Timperley 2014

Their Beginning, Their End

They go the way they come
the way that would always make tears drop
silently, or with a wail
by the air, or by that they left behind

they go the way they come
toothless and helpless; all, but not their heart
strong, willed so promising
without the strength of their hands and feet

illogical, unreal
all the thoughts that thriftily pass their minds
unversed to us, "normalized"
squarely straight to us like in algebra

they go the way they come
without asking, nor with permission
and thus, this blood, this tear
would always flow, like cold rain, drip
today, the next, the rest

they chose to go just how they came

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