"unheld" poems
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I’m just a lonely traveler
on this earth
Sometimes it feels as if I'm
waiting for the sky to fall
with each passing breathe
of wind
Standing alone,
a windswept tree
leans downwind;
conspicuously wrought,
naked and bowed
by the grinding
silent forces
at nature's whim
Rootless tumbleweeds
roll by randomly:
broken off,
spinning clockwise,
never looking back,
timeworn and tired
of resisting the prevailing
high desert wind
and its unheld temper
Rattling the tinder
dry sagebrush
like songless wind-chimes;
voiceless fugitives
wreathing a bellowing silence
Jesse Stillwater
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Untold secrets,
unknown saviors.
Unheld barriers,
unseen failures;
Mysterious behaviors.
Revolutionary creators,
merciless dictators.
Heartless players,
hypocritical traitors;
Misleaded misleaders.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
You stand in the corner of the room,
light radiating off of your silver body.
Your head is held up high
so you can face the light bulb that
hangs by your side.
She smirks at me,
knowing you will never shine at me
the way you shine for her.
But let me tell you something.
You brighten up my world
more than that hideous light bulb
brightens up yours.
you have a special glow,
and every time you open up,
it makes me shine within as well.
you're filled with sweetness,
sugar-coating my fabric.
you’re always there for comfort,
providing words of reassurance.
but one day,
your heart will shatter
as you watch that light bulb die out.
and as the light fades away,
you'll fall apart,
shards of ice spilling out of you.
and when that happens,
give your heart to me.
i'll hold it close to mine,
hugging the parts back together as
zippers enclose our hearts-
the intricate design of complicated love.
but until then,
with all my problems held inside,
with my heart torn and worn from being unheld,
i’ll be waiting
for the day to call you mine.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 4:03 AM UTC
I drip the blood and feel the pain
I watch as it slowly leaks
Waiting for the darkness to come and yet I'm just another soul unheld
I'm free at last to fly solo
But yet my spirit doesn't come
But returns as a bleeding butterfly
As you see it fly
Think of me and all the memories we loved to see
Come and help me by setting my butterfly soul free
Its all I need to be me
Love,
The Bleeding Butterfly
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
One day my words will scream in side my head
There will be a thirst unquenched
A hand unheld
And a million moments lost within the framework we call life
How to hold on when everyone about is drowning
Hold me up
Chuck me a life jacket
Where the hell am I
Sinking
Further
Faster
Hell this is no fun anymore
And as I turn to look into your eyes
Your laughing
This world is for the rich
The mighty sword holds tight
Across my chest
I breath in air
And choak out blood
Look down at your hands
Blood
As red as the lips in which you kiss goodnight
In the shade of the shining moon
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 1:48 PM UTC
Before the flight takes off
Before our ascent into the skies
Before I'm unplugged from the grid
Before I'm temporarily disconnected
I think about what I'll miss,
If the flight never landed.
I think about the goals unfulfilled
People unmet, sights unseen
Words unsaid, tears uncried
Emotions unshared, pain unfelt
Fights unhad, hands unheld
Stories untold, lives unlived
But most of all,
I think of you.
And feel
Hope.
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 2:28 AM UTC
Hundreds of tiny people sit behind their perfect shutter speeds trying to capture love
I guess it could be easy.
A held hand here. A forehead kiss there. Maybe an engagement band or two.
Maybe if you captured a swoony eyed gaze.
That's love, right?
That's love?
That's what a 14 yearold girl makes the wallpaper on her disposable cell phone.
The same one she uses to plan her disposable relationships.
Anyone can capture that.
What about like?
Have you ever seen a photo of the nervous silent smiles, after a simple conversation?
Where's the picture of movie theather wishful yet sweaty unheld hands?
What exposure would be best for the simpleness of sharing a soda?
I dont know, but I'd sure like to see.
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
the night is quiet,
the air is cold.
no hand to touch,
no arms to hold.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
There's something missing in this heap of hearts.
i'd happily admit he'd fall apart
without his special taste of what was to come
after every horror night he'd slept,
beauty truthful, I wish i'd seen
his glory days, our glory days
we breathe as one, and there's music to come -
but an unstrung guitar would yearn for it.
Something like diamonds or vague metaphors
like years of friends and friendly enemies that struck a bone like a tattooed hand a chord
something like that which fills the soul of rueful smiles and before they left -
he knew that was where he took his breath.
One day I'll come to understand why deprivation is my vice and virtue
and why good things come to those who forget -
but for now its grief for ghosts and phantom hands left unheld
that keeps us both waking during the night.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
It seems tenuous. It seems
Vanishingly thin but so seems anything
Threaded across the mightiest distance.
The faith I keep in its eternity
(There is no origin as there was no beginning.)
To sustain eyes’ struggle against
Earth’s walls built of paper.
To have them look assuredly
Into its finite but unbounded space
Beyond the interstice
That reservoir
Unheld by hands divine
Sipping from itself to hold itself
And us full
Teeming most round the brim
In being which we are fulfilled.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
This Land is my Land
This Land is Your Land
...walk of Heaven
soft footsteps of the chockar hunter
Snapping twigs across the hillside of being
..the sound of Peace
Lift
As the fluttering wings of the morning dove,
satisfied,
Just before the bullet strikes
World of Love,
the We of the me
both the hunter and the hunted
Free Grace
Unheld Captivity
Born of every moment
Love's Free Life
And so it is
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I have a special superpower
Shall I tell you what.
Let us make a game of this
I'll let you guess my lot.
When the night is ripe and freshly raw
You can brandish me about.
Throw me at your demons dark
And their presence you will doubt.
When the piercing light spills over hills
You can point me at the flame.
Watch the rise of steam unsheathed
None can beat me at my game.
Can you guess who I am now?
Or what I can do for you?
I'll bet you wish you had me now
But you haven't got a clue.
When your string of life drops all its beads
You can roll me on the floor.
Pick ones you choose from off my skin
Rest will meld into my core.
I can be your crutch when you limp unheld
A pillow when resting your dreams.
I can be your sword slashing unseen foes
Or cup filled from meandering streams.
When all is done and tucked in its place
Fling me far to sightless edge.
I won't intrude but hold onto hope
You'll remember where to dredge.
Do you know what my power is?
Do you have me figured out?
My power lies in your need for me
I transcend both hope and doubt.
With mercurial blood
I'm a formless form
I am what you need me to be.
Close your eyes and
Summon my being
I am exactly what you see.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
Foreign paths
Meant for exploration
Alongside another soul
Leave droplets filled with despair
splashing on unheld hand.
On foreign paths I pray
wholeheartedly
That our paths would intertwine
That fate won't leave me
Hanging on a twine
Sparing two hands.
On foreign paths
I can't grasps
the intangible line
Between the start and the end.
Lined with flowers,
torns attached.
On known paths you've done
part of your job.
You taught me to "fish"
But did not stay
To see me catch a thing.
In the midst of known and foreign paths
You didn't see me failing miserably
Wailing
Not at my failure
but at your leaving.
(c.c)
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
i want
this stream of consciousness
to pool around me
but its rushed feed of tumult is
only mine to thumb through
i dip one finger in
eddies pixelate skitter strip
look and
catch a glimpse
of brilliance yet
ultimately
bleed
into a
scream of conscience
i
am
funneled toward a
delta
leading my unheld hand off
to a sleepy deep dive into nothing i know im
drown
ing
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
"There's No Kiss In Your Eyes..."
You ever notice how you purrrrrrrrrrrr
when you focus on
- thought I was going to say me didn't you?
well I didn't...
puppies and kittens.
How the sun FEELs so **** good
in your eyes...
how that first taste of
cold winter's air just bites
and makes you FEEL so
...alive.
I make snowballs
- still -
and throw them
hard
and **** accurate too
- and laugh
and duck
- well - for ANY age.
No one asks me to make a snowman anymore...
I miss that.
I don't curse the snow I shovel
- never have, that's strange I guess
but
I like snow
and how it feels, tastes, touches me back.
Seems theres a Snow Angel in every bank...
and the feel of crystals
each as unique as we.
Its not the taste of coffee
that draws me
holds me
- nor its aroma
as the wisps meander to heaven
- one cup at a time...
Its the thought of the anchor
that binding HOLD
that keeps me focused and from floating off and
...away
and yet it still gets cold
while setting unnoticed and unheld and
...untasted and unwanted after all the herald's smiles
and teasings told.
I don't like water... theres no HEART to water
no ...squeezing GRASP to be had
no ...warmth shared
no ...bitter dregs to be mind-chewed
and eye-candy.
I never want to be told
"There's no kiss in your eyes..."
Chris
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
Hello? Are you there?
I can't hear you
Can't see if you care
All I see, from where I stand
Is an empty email box
And an unheld hand
After all that I have done
All that I have given
I am still only one
Hello? Are you there?
Are you ok?
Do you want me to care?
I think I'll leave you alone now
I'm too hurt
Too afraid of this emotion somehow
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
celine wrote some thick books
'Death On The Installment Plan'
'Journey To The End Of Night'
my plan was to read them but i never did
i got as far as the titles
then got stuck
they've been packed away in boxes
for the past 5 years,
i had no need to unpack them
maybe if they had been thinner
what can i do
what can i do
i just don't want to
i just don't want to
everyday i feel so unheld
together
life after life
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
This time of year soon comes to pass,
Where once again, we gift and praise,
The one who gave us life itself,
Shaped our thoughts and weaved our ways.
She who bore the fetal flesh,
To feed the hungry nursling so.
Love so deep, that knew no bounds,
Planted seeds that came to grow.
The child, too soon now tall and aged,
Yet in the heart still sweet and new,
Her ***** now a memory passed,
But bones are strong and ties long grew.
Disgruntled teen, a storm of ways!
And yet, foundations last the waves,
Survive the hurt of natures' wrath,
Oh, how the twist of time behaves!
Mature and wise, her work is done,
So on this day we sing our truth,
To hold her high and thank her so,
For precious time and sparkling youth!
But this was not the case for you,
The title held but duty missed,
There was no home of joy and love,
A heart unheld and face unkissed.
Shame fed the soil in place of trust,
The heart was sealed from infants grasp,
Insults hurled and cries unheard,
Where hands should link, a missing clasp.
The whirling growth of ones' own mind,
Insulted deep and made you loathe.
The seed you sewn and path you paved,
Forced then to feed and clean and clothe.
But know this Mother,
I hold no grudge.
For I am now a Mother too.
So have this day,
I thank you still,
And know I am much more than you.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
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I never tried to hurt you, I never ever wanted to hurt you. There is no way that you can write without drawing out the best parts of the warmest and most loving hearts, but every time ones such as yourself draw from me (without your even knowing it) the best I have to give in response, I still somehow end up ******* it all to hell.
There is no way whatsoever that a person who conveys their innerworkings and trauma the way that you do should ever slip through the cracks-- unloved, unheld, and un-cared for by loving, supportive hearts.. (and I'm not talking about romantic love..)
I have an idea who it is that you are in real life, by what you have chosen to convey of yourself and your story throughout the years.. but that doesn't really matter either, I guess
because history tells me that my unfiltered way of talking would just **** that up also.
But if an honest struggler such as yourself wanted a ****** artist to never give up responding from the heart.. if that is what it takes to help keep the wild, unfettered ones like you (at least, writing-wise) from slipping, alone into despair, then that is what I will do.. not give up either.
But trust me when I tell you, babe.. I am burned out also.
Never, ever give up believing. If there were enough ones such as yourself (as to what you are writing here), or even just you, alone-- continuing to write open-heartedly the way you have in the past, and again here.. I promise that I would not give up also. If you want to be held closely when the ravens come and have picked your hope clean, then that is what you will most likely receive.. and I dont necessarily mean from me. I have studied your heart and spirit through your chosen posted words almost since the very first day I got here.
There is no way that others cannot both see and feel those things also, kid.
Hold on to that.
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
The cities of man are filled with senselessly cruel and harsh words,
Never more, that voice which was hushed and washed away,
Transgressed and mutiliated, given no rights of its own.
A brutality of the past taking form in the pages of modern day.
The streets were grounds for carnage and blood,
Unheld rage and lust were predator,
Never more, that voice was hushed and washed away,
In memory of your spirit, we take this pledge.
It's time to say goodbye to this casual everyday life,
Our days of sunshine were lost in the wake of dark brutality.
This drizzling fog hides the sun and steals the light.
I was lost, with nothing left to believe in, but.
In the wake of darkness, I cannot forsake the light.
Never more, no matter how dark the days get,
I know the ones who keep the light alive are not alone.
I'll find it, the most precious thing I lost.
Never more, it's as if I can hear your voice - it's guiding me.
Its forcing me to forsake the monster I once was.
Yet how can I forgot all the blood I bathed in?
The burden of my sins is greater than I could have borne alone.
I used to believe in foolish ideals when I was young,
but before I knew it I'd forgotten those most important words.
I searched and sought all through this restless world,
and at last I found them in the depths of my heart.
If I keep riding the tides of my life and time,
I feel like we shall never meet again.
Although I assure you, even amid all the confusion, if you'll call out to me, I'll pay you heed,
I'll believe in your smile and the bonds between us. Never more, no matter how far, your heart will reach me.
These travels of mine, their only destination may be endless sleep.
Grant me this wish, I ask you, grant me a corner in your memory,
I'll be there. I'll believe in you and start walking.
Toward the beat of your heart, and the warm glow of your smile.
I shall never forget the stain of our days together.
Never more; no matter how dark it gets, I know I'm not alone.
I'll find it, the most precious thing I lost.
Never more, it's as if I can hear your voice - it's guiding me.
Even now I still remember
The night when I touched you, still
A beautiful memory
I'll always remember
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
He ached for a love that would never hold him
He yearned for the soft touch of belonging
But it never reached him
He stayed in the shadows while others bathed in the light of love
The warmth never reaching his untouched skin
His name never called
His presence never wanted
His voice never heard
But still-
He waited
Waited for hands that would never caress his
But his hands remained unheld
Cold and unwanted
Yet he tried to be patient
For the silent grace of falling in love
For the true beauty of it all
Like how the moon reflects off the water
Both elements creating one beautiful scene
Intertwined
Together
As one
But the beauty doesn’t last forever
So alone, he lay
Left behind by the crowd
Even though the emptiness surrounded him
He still ached
For a love that would never come
Love as far away
As the moon and the water-
Forever
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC
Don’t Fall In Love With A Warrior
15/01/2015 by jamiecatto
Don’t Fall In Love With A Warrior
As his love will cast such blazing illumination upon you
That the darkest edges of your resistance will be etched too vividly for you to ever ignore again.
You will be faced with yourself in his reflection, and fixed with his gaze.
His care will trigger weeping for all the unloved places that had ’til now been left unheld
And you will be faced with your grief and your rage
And there will be a melting.
But though he’ll never save you from your pain
He will sit beside you, matching your breath
Supporting you invisibly until dawn rises again
Until your ribs ache with the opening
Revealing new spaces for your heart to reinhabit.
He will call you back to yourself from the caves where you’ve hid
Hid your power from the world, and from your self,
He’ll plant a question in your soul
And demand an answer.
Are you ready to love yourself so deeply and be matched in that love?
He’ll burn all your maps of the past
Dissolving the paths that led us here
To fix upon the only moment where love resides
Will you surrender to his fingertips?
Even when you fear the echoes of your past urging you to escape?
For he’ll touch your cheek so lightly that your memories of violence will rise so they may fade.
Can you feel safe and powerful without being needed?
As he is complete unto himself and knows how to hold himself on his own lonely nights.
Can you be held without being grasped?
Can you be led without **********
Can you be an equal?
When he points to the horizon can you see what he imagines just beyond sight?
Will you join him on a journey
Deep into your raw and aching hearts
To discover treasure and Union and surrender?
He will penetrate you to your core
Eyes locked
Nodding so slowly as he
Sees you
Held firm.
For he’s discovered your hiding places
And remains undaunted Patient.
He’s seen your crown that you pretended was a veil
He’s seen the wounds around your neck transforming into jewels
And will never let them take you again
To that fire.
He waits at the base of the tower
Open handed
Ready to ride.
www.jamiecatto.com
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
the coal
left unheld
without it's eon
having passed
never crystalized
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
infringing upon my rights
i smoked them all away
frayed hearts and unheld hands
watching deep red curling flames
little strings upon my fingers
a marionette to do the bidding
of a world that ***** itself time again
then spends a life time on forgetting
i fold to life
my hand is ****
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 6:37 AM UTC
I believe that
Memories turn on themselves.
Just like the subconscious.
It takes what you don't want
To think about
Flips it
Skews it
Presents itself in a most appealing
Adam and Eve type manner
Then pulls it away.
This is for hands left unheld
For days left uncelebrated
For calls not made
Words not spoken
Dreams not lived
Tears shed when no call came at midnight.
Tears shed.
This is for falling down
That spiral that you swore
Was not for you
Too bad you don't get a choice.
Tick tick tick
Time is slipping
You're wasting time
Can't you see that time is
Melting through your fingers,
Falling through the cracks because of
The heat that pounds down on you
And your uselessness, your waste.
Your memories will turn eventually.
They were once shiny and new.
Appealing. Hopeful.
Now, they crumble like
Decrepit walls, abandoned homes,
Like hands left unheld.
Blowing away in the wind,
Nothing but ash.
Something so beautiful turned to
Something so, so hated.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC