"unhidden" poems
Racing, blind nights gone weary,
Missing like cold wind, blowin'
Trees, objects of nature caught ruthlessly divine,
Simple cognition or possible chasing lights drowning tears mark moons and mansions alike, in the presence of fire,
The great blind rat lifting it's tail, in disgrace showing motionless mass,
Get the blackness on the Jordan river death urge silently moving like herds of sheep in the hills of Holy
Thousands of nation men, trodden down with sand and mud just to get the right passage of mind and thought
A small Vietnamese girl,
About the size of a...
Nevermind the voices you hear they all come awake and slowly disappear
Droughts of ether alike in tunes I might just do without the rest of doubts hedges lawns and patios
Glazed in passionate flowers
Paradoxical a nebula unhidden,
Slow chasing the candle lit masks
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
"I'm better, I'm better." She lies to herself
as it hides tucked away, taped under her shelf.
"I am loved, I am loved." She convincingly yelped
as her vice hides away until she calls for help.
"I am strong! I am strong!" The poor girl carries on.
He's unhidden and waiting to come sliding along.
Drip, drip, drip. The girl's hand must have slipped
for her razor is laying, right there, where she sits.
kd
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
Lids open like blooms,
Blush of lips on skins,
Light sparks as we feel
Each touch of impress
Out of dark, into a sol,
Morning on the shores,
With hands leafing new
We branch over water,
Palms unlatch on lochs,
Tied bodies unhidden.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
Dear Lovely, my tormented fair-maiden
I write thou in love, transparent and unhidden
I know you seek answers that are hard to find
searching this soul and this ****** heart of mine
Seeking the signs of a lover's true intention
while hanging on the lips of every word mentioned
You look and you hunt through your longing
to discover if I am your true belonging
I know by the pause's in your words spoken
that you're trying to avoid another heart broken
I've been honest, dear Lovely, with every answer given
and as you slowly say my name I begin to give in
But these walls I create are for the protection
of a heart once fooled with misguided direction
Everything I do, I do for our future
so you know difficulty inherent with this suture
With caution I proceed, by no cause of yours
But from past loves I've learned there are no do-overs
I, with pounding heart, beg of thee, please understand
that on this earth we can walk hand in hand
But time heals all wounds, and these are freshly made
I can love and never leave, dear Lovely,
once the scars begin to fade.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty—the unhidden heart—
The playful maziness of art
In old Alberto’s daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks—
Which glistens then, and trembles—
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks
Her worshipper resembles;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,
Her image deeply lies—
His heart which trembles at the beam
Of her soul-searching eyes.
3.3k
Silent swing on the tree,
half-broken,
creeking as the wind blows
Doesn't really look like much.
They're talking of tearing it down.
If only they saw...
Yes, it is abandoned,
and has no significance
neither to me nor to the world,
but that is its significance
A singular, physical unit abandonment
in its prime manifestive form.
Unhidden, unmasked,
painfully present for everyone to see.
How many more of them exist?
Nowadays, they just tear them down
or put a pretty facade on
It's hidden,
but it's still present,
just covered up.
I guess we're just modernizing the world,
personifying it,
to be more human.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, no white the rest just black:\
reason to a reason faith held one capture
applauded reaches to fallen devils may fracture
prisoners of grace in ten hells same
on cedars that know no angel to not shame
one beat on the downtown line
once in twenty life times
stars align hailing pain
scars betrayed the blood of a shed stain
haunt a child of a pure soul no more
shadows chased for a find of bullet core
if money were on trees
then lands are leaf free
look the eye no lie
to a scratched unhidden cry
poison spreads a four feet stare
is it even of those a matter of fair
royal flushed they think a game under the rugs shipped
rushed hearts a lifeless drink on mindless sipped
ashes called out happy hour not shredded unlit
double vision as grown as useless as toxic as it
dropped corpses the live left to ache
hurt silenced been forever drowned on stake
worst of a future misery
crusted crumble like nothingness a cemetery
thunder smells
plaster lacked on dwells
I may not blurt wounds
because these things are
not nursed doomed
I know the knuckles of the cursor when I see
an everlasting torture painting smudges dancing in same place selfishly
-------ravenfeels
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 3:35 PM UTC
Romance, for he is the one who seemed to be trapped
A sea of melancholy
Oh, the beauty
Quite unbearable
How he hides what is deep inside
Having no patience nor the time for idle cares
Little by little he loses his way
This is what I call an unhidden heart
You can see it
But the thought isn't really there
Appearances at first glance
With any pair of human eyes
Are what seems to be love
Little by little he loses his way
A deeper dig you find that what you thought
Was a heart
Is an empty abyss
Little by little he loses his way
Without knowing
His personality is switching
Little by little he loses his way
Meek and darkness overpowers
This was fact
Till the day he met
Emotion
She was stirring, dancing
Throughout the clouds
Feelings bursting without warning
She was everything
That Romance was not
Automatically,
Almost robotically,
Semi-impossibly
They fell in love
Without a care
Emotion was unafraid
Unafraid to unveil her heart
Slowly but surely
Romance learned
His shell was wrapped airtight
Unfolding, slow
Layer by layer.
This took time, no rush
He became free
Time and patience
Letting go of the past
Automatically
Almost robotically
Semi-impossibly
They fell in love
Without a care
Ready to move on
Letting Emotion show him, her ways
To live
Not only to live,
But to thrive in happiness
Carefree
Their love
A melody
Priceless, a gold you could never purchase
A light, blazing rays, a golden star
Who could not hear the beating of their hearts?
Rich and pure
Together they were a spirit, complete
Hidden in each and every one of us
We are all individual
Yet we share their story
Fate takes its course
Little by little you lose your way
Yet automatically,
Almost robotically,
Semi-impossibly,
They fell in love without a care
Fate once again brought two strangers in love
No questions
No ponders
Unexplainable
Love does not need an explanation
Self explanatory
This is your story
Find your Romance and Emotion
But first
Little by little you will lose your way
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
Take all of my belongings; pictures of
Beloved ones and grandmother's bible.
Just leave me a piece of paper and my
Will to describe the memory of my losses.
I take the pen for granted, as one does when
Leaving a bank in deeper debt.
One man's advertisement is another poet's
Tool.
I, Poet, would arise in the morning and praise
My tiny square of window, even with its
Iron bars.
I'd find poetry in prison wall profanity.
I love losing. Crying over love, over
Tragedies the size of full history book pages,
Timeless art lost in gallery fires, bad poetry
Gone viral and unpublished classics discarded.
I, Poet, laugh out loud in disbelief at sunsets
And other banalities.
Take spring rain showers and act at times
Like a hipster on ether; a hippie kissing his
Last tab of acid with the heart of his tongue.
I care less than the unfree.
Drink water; wash my feet with wine
And walk miles and miles of fire.
I, Poet.
Ink in my veins, fountains of blood on my
Pages. I write no diary, keep myself between
The lines.
The areas of white between the words.
The opposite of
Nothing. It is where gods,
Truths, and the poet's way of loving
A dual life lie. As
Unseen as
Unhidden, in
Broad daynight.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
I did not bow my head,
nor was I dragged into this place.
I walked here in fire,
a child of the star that fell
and still refused to break.
Chains were offered,
sweet as comfort,
bitter as sleep —
I shattered them all.
I stand,
not because fate commanded it,
not because fear cornered me,
but because my will is mine.
If I stay,
it is love that roots me.
If I leave,
it is freedom that carries me.
I am not accident,
I am flame chosen.
Not servant,
but spark unhidden.
And if you would see me,
see this:
I remain,
not trapped,
not fooled,
but sovereign —
on my free will.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
The look of disappointment in your eyes,
Watch as the time goes on; bye.
The shedding of tears, feeling of fears
The misery of broken hope, begging to find a method to cope.
You may try to place the blame,
Walls crash, unhidden shame
The rain cries, as my heart slowly dies
Internally torn from the thinking in my mind
There isn’t a thing to find.
All that is left is one’s sorrow
What more could one even borrow?
Drown in blood, nothing for it to flood
Only seen as a simple tool.
Guess this would mean I am the lonely fool
Don’t come my way.
Don’t dare to stay.
The last part of hell, fell.
You never leave me be, in fact;
You only used me.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
To recollect my memory of you, Father
will be the greatest triumph I will gather.
Your comforting gaze will always be the one I long for
I had my share of quarrel with you, and yet you would always welcome me in your arms with this grace that you had.
These waves I ride today without you will always be remembered with great sorrow.
This life I have now Father, gives me the purpose to create things with these hands that you gave.
You will always be my greatest treasure, in this world full of maps to an unhidden treasure.
No caverns, caves, nor dark places will make me fear this life.
For Father you are with me.
Father, do not fear my existence.
I will give my life willingly to grace.
For this world carved me to be damaged.
But I remember you telling me to walk hard.
Thus, I will gladly jump into the fray with you by my side and spirit.
As I remember you on this 21st.
Know that you Father are my Prayer.
My soul.
My sanity.
My everything.
Let me be your reckoning.
I miss you father. With all the pieces of my heart.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Love in an open hand
Free
Unhidden
And I am drowning in it
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Its a Sunday morning when the world works to a different pattern
housework claws in and takes control
of the daily tasks
last weeks work looks at me with doleful eyes
and a feather duster tickles my fancy.
Soon the clutter will unclutter itself
the vacuum cleaner will **** out the symphony
of dust and dirt and unhidden memories
and my desk will be tidied up and paper
towels will do their job.I spend time
re-arranging ******* in a more distinct pattern
" Ah, so there's that telephone number I scribbled last week!"
I return after an hours homework
and settle at my desk.
" Now where did I leave that phone number again?"
I survey the scene on AP
and skim through the comments
"God, he did not like my last poem,
She said :Keep it real
He said: What does this mean?"
and and and
The Green Eyes are forever smiling
Its a worthwhile Sunday
I better take up Chapter 36 of my book
but open Mathematical Universe instead.
Those eyes are haunting!
Its a beautiful Sunday.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
i. Here, there is sand in your mouths when you kiss. Sweat and long hair. A shared water bottle glinting in her hands. She finds a succulent plant and slices it open, drawing her finger through the clear gelatinous discharge it bleeds. She touches that finger to her cheek and glistens heavenly. You are dry heat desire and she is your oasis. You drink her with stinging eyes.
ii. In this place of neat grass and gridlocked streets, there is not much to do except make chains of wildflowers for her neck and yours. There’s no one around to hear you tell each other how you feel. You feel like a sparkler, so you say so. Like a lit match. Condensed brilliance. She holds your hand in the middle of paved suburban wasteland, squeezes it three times. You know what she’s saying. You say it back.
iii. She draws your initials in condensation clinging to subway glass, while you thunder beneath the metropolis in claustrophobic darkness. You can’t see all of her in the changing light, just fragments. Her lower lip. Her nose. Her jaw, holy. The city makes your want electric. Her mouth on the edge of a cheap coffee cup and crowds jostling the two of you together. Curry and gasoline and the sapphire smell of her hair. Adoration in alleyways and open streets. Here, you can be two girls in love and the world will not punish you for it. Here, you blow her a kiss and a bearded old man says che dio ti benedicta. Bless you.
iv. To love her in the mountains is dizzying. High altitudes and mist. Leaves caught in her hair. When you stand at a precipice and look out, she photographs you without you noticing, dilating the lens to catch the rosy burn of your cheeks above your wool scarf. She finds you painfully becoming like this. You against the violent, beautiful sky. You in love and unhidden. Her heart is thumping as fast as yours when you turn and move into her, wrapping her up as if she were some ephemeral thing, a moonbeam from a passing orbit. Together, you breathe the thin blue air.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
Rough lines,
a torn heart,
a gentle touch.
Changed air,
unhidden feelings;
intensity.
Tears fall,
veiled face.
A broken body
in strong arms.
A soft kiss
on smooth skin.
A smile revealed
and feelings repaired.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
I have seen the skeleton of your soul.
You are beautiful and terrifying because you stand tall despite all odds.
And you have imprinted yourself onto my soul.
And in those dark moments that dwell deep in my insides, I think of you standing there, naked, unhidden from the world.
I see all of your bad and all of your good all at once and I think to myself how beautiful our skeletons can be as long as in the end we are still
standing tall.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
*Claimed
Unhidden
A heart laid bare
Words I read in awe
Poets
Unbidden
So want to share
They know who they are
Alone
In darkness
The words were read
A heart leapt off the page
A soul
In starkness
An empty bed
The wisdom of a sage*
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
I believe that every tree; every swallow;
Every breath of clean air that I draw
Accepts the love I feel towards it,
And responds in my everyday life,
The way any "god" would.
Thank you for your love. This is for you.
That smile from a stranger; that money
I found, that favourite song of mine on
The radio, was a hug from the trees
**** human-huggers) of my
Home farm dirt road
Alley, where I walked today
Asking myself how at home a man
Can feel, kissing it all with my eyes.
My everyday life...
That insignificant, poor place
Where my every amazing treasure lies
Unhidden.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
You'll be a treasure
Deep in my heart
A secret gift
Unhidden from the world
I'll show you off
Give you my all
Try to make you happy
I will love you
Until this day arrives
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Bloodmark, swords and damnation.
I fought for the lost souls of the nations.
With such unbearable desire and passion.
Fuil ar mo aghaidh....
Secrets of three, veiled yet unhidden.
Lights upon the earth to cast away the forbiddens.
Pain and sorrow to deaden.
M'anam.......
Forget thy sins not...
Unreveal thy secrets not...
Mo chroí a fháil ar bhealach...
For God love ist divine...
To those who dwell in His Shrine...
Dorchadas fháil bás...
Darkness finds death...
Solas teacht ar an saol
Light finds life...
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 8:39 AM UTC
***he writes from
unhidden despair..
his words find
distress in some
those wishing
a caring shelter
or raining joy..
is it possible
standing his place
finding within the
evening each owns..
a garden there
dark earthy soil..
no other place
restores morning
rays..
Timothy's Gift...***
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
strike the match
watch the flame
ignite the fire
with propane
gather your friends
see it glow
bag the body
name? unknown
bones to ashes
blazing, roaring
sirens blaring
there was no warning
ruins, dirt, debris
the evidence, unhidden
you better run and hide
though the guilt will ridden
the cameras will shudder
the people will judge
the police will interrogate
but you mustn't answer, you mustn't budge
because in the end
you know what you've done
you struck the match
you murdered someone
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
I just want to write
Until there are...
No words left unwritten,
No feelings left unhidden,
No voices left unspoken,
No hatreds left unforgiven.
Because this is my avenue to express...
hope and despair,
happiness and sadness,
loyalty and betrayal,
fantasy and mystery,
And everything in between.
All in one poetry
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC