"unbury" poems
Bombs are falling in Aleppo,
the evil failed man that rules,
killing his own people,
Innocent noncombatants,
sheltering in their homes,
Crushed and buried in the
falling rubble of a dictator's
vengeful hate.
None but the volunteer
White Helmets digging
with bare hands to save
and unbury them, most
victims, irrecoverable pieces.
Occasionally, miraculously
some are spared and saved.
Through these valiant selfless
efforts.
Oh Syria, you are bombed and burned,
while the world fiddles an obtuse tune
and turns its collective back on desperate
human cries for assistance.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
today we visit graveyards
turning over the wormy soil
to uncover the exquisite corpse
though we were told to
let the dead bury the dead
on this day we unbury
the dearly departed
relishing transcendent
embraces and cool
cervezas with jolly
amigos and la
familia who have
gone on before
we wrap ourselves
in graveblankets
to complete warm
circles of love
embracing our
beloved companeros;
gleaning netherworld
heavenly rest wisdom,
sharing the laughter
of trite earthly concerns
we’ll roll speckled tortillas
on smooth tombstone mesas
to feast on Mariachi tacos
brimming with spicy queso,
chased with another cool sip
waltzing with the holy bones
to the candle lit reveries
of this evenings
flowing melodies
Mercedes Sosa & Joan Baez
Gracias a la Vida
Dia De Muertos
Diego Rivera
Oakland
11/1/13
jbm
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
Waiting in my memory
Its gentle waves are calling me
For I was cut from eroding shore
To oceans edge for evermore
Never a sight had crossed my eyes
So vast a nexus, land and sky
and sea. Transfixed so there I stood
In briny sand and drifting wood
While still, each visage yet untamed,
Each piece of wood, not one the same.
To touch them all, I sought to soothe
With salted kisses, lay them smooth
There among the writhing forms
I walked barefoot and weather worn
While each piece begged my presence stay,
Another hurried me on my way
What could quench this thirsting gaze,
Lo, is all for destination’s sake?
I beg for but a moment longer,
for all these twisting paths to ponder
I too am driftwood on the beach
A wilting flower within your reach
One day You’ll have me by Your side
and unbury my waiting rings of time.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Sometimes people are so quiet
They are almost invisible
It can take days
Before they realize they have been noticed
Sometimes people are so scared
Of being hurt again
It can take months
For them to say "hi" back
Sometimes people are so sure
No one will ever love them
It can take years
To unbury their hidden self
Sometimes it can take moments
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Your wildflower kiss, is all I crave,
I cave, and you unbury me, with honeysuckle lips.
You wield bliss in your fingertips,
I cannot resist.
Your love alone
is all I seek every morning.
Your the only sure thing
in a world of maybes.
I dive into the deep end of life,
never fearing drowning,
I know you will save me.
Your love is the sun
that sustains the bloodred rose
that shines from the ***** vacant lot of my soul.
I tell everyone,
but everyone knows,
the raging sea of my heart is under your control.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
You treat me so rough
when I beg you for delicate
You say that you love me
but you’re not really selling it
I remember the strength
I once held while celibate
I was a purified flower,
You were loving the smell of it..
But my thorns can be prickly
And I fear you won’t like that
So when you cause pain,
I try hard not to bite back
I love you unconditionally
and though I cannot fight that,
I wish you could see
how it hurts to fall off track
The pain in my foot
is the pain in your back
God sent you a mirror
And that mirror collapsed
If you look at what’s happening
You’ll see that I am you
So it’s not what you want to,
But maybe what you can do.
To reach outside yourself
to care for another
You could learn so much
From the love of a mother
This is what I offer
A new perspective
I know that you’ll see it
You’re very perceptive
I spin you in circles
And we finish our dance
I search for the conditions
They’re there; in your glance.
It’s both of our worst fear,
you won’t speak aloud.
I say all of my thoughts,
As they pass by like clouds.
Some are dark, some shiny, some gray
You only acknowledge them
Only every other day
Make me laugh and perspire,
Push my feelings away
The pain fades temporarily,
Yet the doubtfulness stays
“am I ungrateful”
Or
“Am I being punished”
I ask myself often,
As I sift through the dunnage
I unbury the fear
At the root of it all
I was rising in love,
But beginning to fall
You weren’t willing to catch me
Because you never saw
I tried to speak to you,
But did so, through a wall
Will you love me unconditionally
When you don’t like what you see?
Are you in love with an idea,
Or do you truly love ME.
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC
I have a poem written in my notebook,
but I think it can wait.
Because, at this moment,
I have something else to say.
****** Sick because of the Randy Mumble
Take me to the hopsital, unbury me from the Rubble.
I think this is sounding lame,
but I'm a cliché; it's my claim to fame.
Not fame, per sé, I don't like the lime light.
But behind the scenes, and of course the clubs at night.
This poem isn't very good.
It's more like a diary entry,
than a piece of poetry.
I think the one in my notebook is better.
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
The dreams roll through my
mind as it hovers over the edge
of rest. A constant feeling of feeling
everything at once.
I cry as the clouds cover my eyes
and I fall into a land where I am
revealed.
Dripping down my cheeks comes
the blood of reopened scars
slashed wide in fear of existence.
I walk through tunnels into green
fields of hope and sun and reflection.
Fences unbury themselves; capturing
my thoughts again.
As they ascend the small child grabs my hand
and vomits on my face.
I wake up.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
Hallowed be thy name
True reality of mind
Just myself left to attain
To unbury the divine.
Words alone must always fail
To describe that tiny spark
You would call the Holy Grail
If but once you'd brave the dark.
No death, so do not fear
The robed monk implores
Now see the way is clear
Go unlock your doors.
Know that the little Me
Again must go to sleep
But the hallowed soul goes free
To fields of stars so deep.
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
I let it back in. I let it creep into my soul.
no I let it unbury itself from the grapple it was under.
I let it walk out of the shadows and bowed down to it.
it referred to me as "autumn" and I couldn't respond, because the girl that was once here, was cut up into little pieces, and forgotten but myself.
I let her rot away, under the skeptical of other's all while she had that smile upon her face.
and now, here we are in the same body.
no place for her dearest to go.
HAHAHA she is trembling, afraid of herself,
and **** have I ever been more proud, my greatest work of all?
sitting here, begging for me to leave.
honey, sweet pea, **** yourself.
because I am here and now and you aren't getting rid of me.
you should have done that 3 years ago.
you should have listened to the whispers.
instead of slowly fading away.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
it is hard to love someone
while you're grieving
the loss of the person they used to be.
my brother hasn't spoken in weeks.
a headstone reads,
here lies the brother you once had,
and the flowers I placed there are barely living.
I've spent all of my time digging him out of one grave,
only to discover there's an entire cemetery left to unbury.
my mother hasn't smiled in days,
and exhaustion has become
the guest that has overstayed its welcome.
misery usually loves company,
but I am anxious for it leave.
I am homesick for a house
that I once lived in.
I am homesick for a place
where only love grows
from this family tree.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
We are the creators, we are expression in its purest form, because we just are, adrenaline, awareness, passions of the flame, wishmakers from the ripples in the water, lets ignite, like trick candles, there's always more, lets unbury the questions we put in the ground, make something amazing out of them, write down our own answers, resurface, those things we all hide, so that we may forget, the heaviness weighs ambitions down, just be, express, reverse origami, unfold.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 2:09 AM UTC
I am more than the lies that he told me, more than the words that he said
I am good for more than making him happy and serving him in that bed
I am more than this pain, anguish, and hurt that upon me he placed
I will no longer allow my mind, body, and spirit within his power to be disgraced
I am more than the weight of my world, guilt, and shame that I carry
I am digging through this dirt to find my soul to quickly unbury
I've slowly reopened up my wounds, unraveled my secrets for the world to see
Bleeding them out through my words to kind ears and I allowed it strengthen me
I am grieving and mourning but no longer being swallowed up by my past
I will become more then these flashbacks and memories that continue to last
I am more than my sad days, my failures, setbacks, and tears
One day no longer will I be controlled by my minds possession of so many fears
I am more than some victim, and that broken damaged little thing
I can now find joy in this world, be uplifted, my heart can begin to sing
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
the ion we once relied on has gone the way of pressure and made a diamond
the alchemy we once cheated enchants our dreams though we feel defeated
i've seen gold in the rain that collects on my window pane; i'm only rich on rainy days
i can't disagree that the finer things are sometimes those most killing me
conversation meets symmetry. life beyond telepathy
holding out your hands in cosmic reach beckons
the nebula to both learn and teach
i found the bottom of my shoes gripping the past like cement fitted boots
i recovered your heart like a star with the arrows that i shoot
i've unearthed more than words with copper plated truth
but mostly i've thought of all the ways to repeatedly bury and unbury you.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
Your sweet promise
coats me like a varnish,
wrapping my sticky desires
in an airless
human
skin-tight
vault.
Fatally sealed,
this timeless wait in madness,
this paused intent
of craftsmanship
one unstepped
frozen
foot ahead
contains me like a parasite,
and I, far from drowning,
hibernate within;
mirages of possibility,
seeming eons of time
– bereft of touch –
pass me by, imprisoned.
But wide awake alone,
insane,
inside this vacuumed husk,
I quench my heart
– reflection –
while my hunger,
still un-fed,
provides the popcorn
and the trailers
to the feature film
that scratches at my
fading,
timeless,
statuesque,
and stunted soul.
I wait (believing)
baited and entombed,
for the next civilisation
to unbury me
and recreate a reason
for my being here
that parallels an excuse
for their own.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
There was once a family that was you and me.
We were happy and loved each other more than anyone could possibly see,
And we spoke of each other with all the lovely gentleness of the leaves,
So that the our passion couldn't even be surpassed by the fire trees.
Yes, I loved you and you loved me,
Beyond what others could ever hope to see,
And we loved, us six, like siblings were we,
So that everyone looked on us and envied, how lovely were we.
There was once a water rise on the shores of our reef.
The water rose beyond our lovely trees,
And it carried me away from the love we so had we,
So that I could not find my way back to ye.
Yes, I hated this and you hated me,
Thinking I ran away in between the fire trees,
And I hurt from afar that you would think such of me,
So that I've gotten sick from my nostalgic fantasies.
There will one day be a day when you come for me.
I waited so long for you to find me.
You'll come for me, I know you will for me.
When you do, please, -
Unbury me,
Then bury me,
Next to the fire trees.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Queen of ebony night
Unbury me from mine crypt,
The blood moon is upon us
Tis ones troth of raven bliss
Queen of undead theory
Reveal me to thy clockwork *****
Fog shalt revere me
In thy arms I'll feel thy mysticism!!!
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
“So what is it? Is it all really just because my mother was a piece of **** parent?”
I asked the question out loud that I’ve asked myself so many times before but never really knew if I wanted the answer to
my therapist acknowledged that my childhood was a catalyst for everything that came after
“See and that ****** me off.” I said
“Because I wonder what I could’ve been like if things had been different.”
she told me that now I could unbury the version of myself that I actually am,
it wasn’t too late
Of all the options I’ve ever weighed in my mind,
an image of me that doesn’t have to be the damaged one created by my mother,
never even occurred to me
it’s not too late
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 1:59 PM UTC
home is where the
dog died
where the carvings in the walls say
I heart ryan four ever
or it used to be
I could etch the rooftiles of the
abandoned hot dog stand in foil
from blindfolded memory I know these walls
I could drive drunk from 111 to 25
unbury the spare key where
hannah used to live
I could
recite the streets and pebbles between yours and mine
but they say you can’t go home again
you can’t go home again
you can’t go
not again
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
in foggy reflections behind skin in colors milked with lavenders and soft tangerines live half-hearted twists of sunburnt oranges and crimson riddled with hurt. I watched her share feelings after the fight to unbury them, they call her needy, I call her brave. words spoken to a half listening computer screen are easier to breathe life to than words spoken in the midst of whole listening souls, the main difference being a flow of sub-conscience-bearing mumbles springing through aching fingers and a backspace key. lingering thoughts of an absent pulse, a deep desire for another place, wondering and flipping thoughts over and over in my mind to feel them, feel them, again and again with each turn. how are you feeling today. we can't pretend it isn't there. is it because of me?
the same. I want to. never.
someday it will make sense.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Pondering ways to escape
Trying to stop my mind from mulling over the ways that I'm trapped
In this cage of circumstance
Brain bruised from overthinking
Waking up in the middle of the night heart beating faster than cars speeding on the freeway
I dreamt again about leaving
But it's not so simple
Reality is harsher than a dream
Glimpses of wishes behind closed eyelids don't mean a thing
When truth forces you to take in the facts surrounding you
I'm stuck
The merest wish upon a star is irrelevant if the sky is starless
I find myself looking left and right for guidance
Looking up to stop to the tears from falling and looking down in case they do
I have no clue
How to unbury my feet from the mud
Caked up from years of second guessing
And worrying if what I did would be enough
Tired of waking up disappointed as realization hits like a newly bloomed flower being crushed by the weight of a brick
When I understand my dream is just a dream
And I haven't yet been given the key
To unlock my happiness .
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
By:D.E.T
Back no playtime
On the daytime
No break time
Cuz I'm so stressed
On what's coming next
My last success didn't hit me
I got some advice
On how to keep / treat theses line
Gotta do this clearly
Cuz I got to many
Write down
Or jot down
Cuz I talk to my readers
Cuz they are my leaders
That make the decision
To vision
On how I took the time
To make my lines
So, there is no break time
Bet people can't wait for what's coming next
I bet y'all can't wait for the steps
I take to make these line
Hope y'all feel me
When I talk about somebody
That I feel sorry
I try to be hearty
I took a step
Cuz that's what I expected
So, I can blew up the past
That keeps passing
But really I feel like I keep grabbing
Any words that comes up to my brain
Cuz I am try'na make things clearly
Cuz I'm trying to unbury
The feelings
That are laying
On my chest
And yes
I'm trying to get the stress
So, I don't have to look at my regrets
And get upset
And soon as I get this hope you note this
So, you can notice
How I focus
As I face the surface
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
There is so much of you
on my mind
that everything else
seems buried
and I feel like
I am too
But standing next to you
all my thoughts just float away
and I am unable to tell you
what I’m thinking
but please,
take my hand..
Unbury me
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
cannot go. I am covered in ghost. it is not lamb dust but it does not keep me from being a thought beside the poor lamb. yesterday will have a party I won’t miss. your mother your mother. echolocate. a book of poems will open to a flat match like what attracts you on its belly. melancholy heads will roll from the ocean. my thumbs have each a valley. I believe this instead of believing I can be identified as lesbian because they are shovels. I thought my head would ruin the cruel. ruin then yawn. ah, I was not long for my mind. though I say to them unbury my feet my thumbs have each a valley.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:30 PM UTC
Deafening,
the sound of your tears are piercing me.
I spend every last second of my life
digging through your head
to unbury what you try to keep hidden.
I know that you're hurting -
let me fix you.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC