Unworried Poems | Examples

boom

dogs and I sit on their porch
sniffing lilacs in the country air
relaxed, unhurried, unworried

BOOM!
fireworks or a gun?
everything changes

restful retirement

morning or evening
sun up or sunset
six am or pm
time does not matter
in a restful state
no clock in or clock out
no check in or check out

I open my windows
listen to bird speak
tweeting bird song
lilac’s fragrance wafts in
I smell freshly-cut grass
I am floating down life’s highway
unhurried and unworried
resuming restful retirement
morning and evening

When You Are Old and Unhurried

The day passes, same routine unhurried
While this body spirals of old age snail.
Energy movements and fade unworried
Point disembarkation, a blithe inhale.

Living forever at one time did grace.
Life driven dares in adolescent youth
Yielded sound as well as negative truth.
Learning by challenge mistakes we did face.

Surround by garden trim, tall sunflowers
Budding, breathless, and infectious spirit.
Climbing rose latticework, I rest near it.
Eternal sunlight reave through lonely hours.

1/19/2025

Palm To Palm and a Gentle Kiss

With Spring's gentle sway, my thoughts take flight,
As weather stirs our festive mood with delight,
Strong winds shake trees, leaves dance and sway,
Like late October's colors on a grand display.

As heaven stirs passions with its cosmic play,
And desire whispers as the world waxes away,
Our love moves on, my fairest maid,
Whose heart speaks the same words as mine conveyed.

God approves, as roses bloom with grace,
But some creatures may spurn love's warm embrace.
I confess, as clouds weep and roses grow,
My love for you burns with a radiant glow.

In humble sin, I confess my love with ease,
With unworried hand and lips, like pilgrims on their knees,
That touched a rough touch with a gentle kiss,
And found love's treasure, in moments of bliss.

Floating On the Waters of Life

Serena is floating on the waters of life
unhurried 
unworried

Her body in joyful repose
Every muscle and tendon open and relaxed
she flows as easily as the breeze twinkles the leaves

Others watch in amazement
as she glides effortlessly in and out of this world
her spirit deciding

Whether it is time to go or to stay
Death, just another water
where she will drink

when ready….

Eagle Feather Carried By the Wind

The northern wind catches me and takes me upriver
I repose for a bit next to teensy startled minnows
She returns for me and flicks me up into the sky
I am light and lithe, unhurried, unworried, and we are off.

You are so lucky! A prissy prim violet calls to me as I pass. 
I do not understand floral, so I stick out my chin a bit.
Wind whispers against the leaves as we head through forest of oak. 
I am on the road again, my heart singing, wishing for another eagle.

Empress of the Night Sky

I cannot rush the moon, although I reckon 
That if I could, I would request she hurried. 
Though 'miles to go before I sleep' do beckon,
The Empress of the night sky moves unworried.

20 Something Dumb Thing

The psycho inside me will strike you when lively 
the stupid inside you shines through brightly 
you fully believe your actions wisely 
never disguised or ghost but sightly 

Believe the advantage 
expert understanding 
Deceive and be candid 
ignorant standing 

Don’t take in 
no knowledge expanding 
the stakes win
champagne downing 

20’s lot try and play games 
30’s lot a decade trained 
20’s lot shall we explain
we’re grass you’re a grain

When we don’t care 
you think we’re unaware
we see without stare
match you’re a flair 

Lit up exposed 
think no one knows
not just obvious
but fully glow

undersized psychology 
sighted astrology 
smiles and jolly
unworried to sorry

it’s an untraveled board
you’re yet to explore
of which we became bored
and will always no more

Wanderlust Break

unknown distance luring incessant thoughts 
sultry soul swims, an unseen green pasture.
mind breaks away, a mess of cluttered knots 
gypsy blood in heart, breathes vintage nature
wild lands of freedom, where vistas rapture
in mystic woods crave, seamless adventure.
     
faraway landscape, beckoning beyond
an atlas horizon, sketched in colour.
drifting over mountains, brunette and blonde
a bird from cage, escapes to discover
unhurried butterfly comes to touch her 
nightingale song, melodies her wonder 

crumbling walls all around, falls a safe roof.
coherent like sky,... nomadic like sea.   
inhaling blue....unworried and aloof..
a spirit drifts, amid quasar waves free
a galaxy of clouds, floating to flee
emotions stirred, in a carol of glee.
       
In nonrhythmic breath, of far wanderlust 
Need a stowaway break, confess I must. 


Dated 3rd May 2019
Urban Sonnet Contest
Sponsor  Emile Pinet
10  syllables in each line counted in howmanysyllables

Wee Warbler

But one brief moment in eternity
Was this wee warbler which You sent to me.
O, brave little bird with the cheerful tune,
Tell me: Why did you leave your nest so soon?

Trembling with a desire to fly off too,
He left the nest as his mother would do.
He barely escaped a fluttering fall;
The safety of the nest beyond recall.

He sang his song boldly this baby beak, 
In a cheerful voice that challenged the sky
And belied the truth that he could not fly
Because his newborn nestling wings were weak.

I found him warbling beneath a short shrub.
I sheltered him as best I was able
In his place past the patio table
Where his mother fed him insects and grubs.

Restless and hungry he gave her no rest.
This unworried warbler’s chick had no doubt
He belonged to the world beyond the nest.
One brief day, his heroic heart gave out.

But one brief moment in eternity
Was this wee warbler which You sent to me.
A brave little bird with a cheery tune.
Tell me: Why did he leave his nest so soon?”
                                               3/13/2019

Innocently Unaware

Dream catcher made of turtle shell
Elemental magic, soul bringer, dream walker
Enlightens papoose, savoring his knowing smile.

Grandfather Shaman feeds the fire
Whose pleasure to warm is well-known in teepees.
Tribal spirit faeries hide in furs 

Braves will return tomorrow 
Hopefully from a good hunt.
Innocent ones sleep soundly,
Unworried, on small pox blankets.

Winter Snow Flower

On a winter day,
             in a sunny spot;
I found a snow flower beautiful and gay,
an unexpected display in a sunny woodland knot.
                        It was so sweet,
a vivid purple delightful treat;
unworried about growing in a cold icy retreat.
      It poked its delicate head through the snow,
             unmindful of winds whispering hello;
                        it really was a lovely show.
The depth of color was quite a display,
             better than any flower store bought;
    leaving snow flower was bittersweet,
              but I knew all winter more would grow.

______________________________
October 29, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/Winter Snow Flower
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1100-363-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to Standard Contest 155
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

The Sun Bird

There she is…
Hopping lightly from branches of 
Each tree she rests on.

She is taking the day flippantly
Unworried, gently flipping thru’ the ruffling day
No matter what happens, even when things go

Beyond expectation of sweet bitterness
In dawn sorrow before dusk happiness
Rocketing up to the sky, and finally
Down again to the earth, gently, lightly.

(2013)

Winter Wildflower

On a winter day,
             in a sunny spot;
I found a snow flower beautiful and gay,
an unexpected display in a sunny woodland knot.
                        It was so sweet,
a vivid purple delightful treat;
unworried about growing in a cold icy retreat.
      It poked it's delicate head through the snow,
             unmindful of winds whispering hello;
                        it really was a lovely show.
The depth of color was quite a display,
             better than any flower store bought;
    leaving snow flower was bittersweet,
              but I knew all winter it would grow.

______________________________
October 29, 2018

Poetry/Rhyme/Winter Wildflower
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1081-204-29
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France

State of the Union

Let's pretend 
That these embers of war 
Are fireflies on a summer's night; 
A new beginning, 
Pheromones in flight, 
A chase without carnage, 
A capture without the loss of knowledge.
I want to love again 
In fertile fields,
I want skies that glow from stars,
I want these civil scars 
To return to normal skin.
In all this cacophony,
Of the brutal clash of words and guns,
Let's tune the barrels of death 
To chime with synchronized cadence,
And echo forever into an unworried night.

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