Unhold poems on Hello Poetry

Pauline Celerio Jan 2014

How can I unlove you?
Shall I unsee the luminescent smile you make?
Shall I unfeel the heavy breaths I take?
Shall I undraw your image inside my head?
Shall I unhold our memories instead?
Shall I unwrite the song I made for you?
Shall I untell my heart to stop beating too?
Shall I uncling to my tiny sliver of forever?
Shall I undream of what we can become together?
Shall I unremember the light on your face?
Shall I unrecall my saving grace?
Shall I ungrasp this love I know true,
But the question is...

Is it possible to unlove you?

Infamous one Nov 2013

unhold

When I hurt I want to destroy myself
Too many mistakes I wish I could forgive myself for
Mind my mouth because others have it good
Things get worse for me it feels no one wants me around
Fell so hard I just want to stand over being kept down
Jobless to working with no time off
Making money too serious no time for fun
I can't run its like going back over the setback
I'm not worried for others id like them to stay
But they come and go like the seasons
I have my reason I stay away
Wives hate me accused of wrong
Friends disown me over a girl
I've failed in relationships I put my friends 1st
When I'm going through a break up it feels like nothing is pure
Or doesn't mean anything forgotten with time in the past

Ryana Mar 2018

Unhold

My mother's did
Everytime she's miss
She use his clothes
Hope him hold her so close to real
And throwback their memory

This is actually my mom habits when she miss my father. And yea my father was gone to the better world :) but my mom still do that. I guess this is what called true love

#love #miss #distance #different #poem #poetry

Georgiana S Sep 2011

Careless

Imagine a world with plenty of air
Which doesn't care less
That your lungs strive with pain.

Imagine a world filled with sunrise
Which doesn't care less
That your eyes cry senseless.

Imagine this kind of water
Which doesn't bring mildness
To your dry, dusted lips.

Imagine the world I imagine...
Sights painted with unknown,
Words in brackets tortured and thrown,
Twisted sounds in mirrorr unfolded,
Lies in black bags, stories untold
Thoughts like salted sands, fears unhold.

There are many the things I see
In the "too many things I can't see".
I imagine too much, too many at a time -
Then reality falls in a deep distress.
Imagine a world with air, water and sunrise
Or create our own universe
Which doesn't care less.

TreadingWater Jun 2016

res{o}lve

O <youknow> the words
sound so simple
~Letting ~you ~~~    go
but; ha¡ there you are¡
In. My. Skin.
& it's a ''knee ''****
a {{back {bend
a hair 》pull
purple bruise
| paper | cut |
where¿doieven¿begin
spl/it/tin/g /cel/l/s
unwish-those-wishes
....to° the° moon°
Unkiss
     Unhold
          Undress
& back a _ gain
you're in [you're in] you're in
left < to < face
the GReater truth:
there is no
                   UnDo > you.

A W Bullen May 2016

Against the Sun

I have to unhand her, unhold her,
spell a widdershins wander
to unpick the stitches of time
sewn together.

I have to unlive her, unlove her,
-muster a fiction, a line of defence,
a charm of protection, a cobbled pretence
to convince that I'm better without her,

- but to court a dementia
that summons a shade
to centre upon the mistakes
that we made-
is, itself, a deceit.

For there were such pleasures
embossed on the soul
to remain in forevers
that cannot be changed.

Kim Johnson Aug 2014

My world of childhood...

My mother my world,
Was the sentence I always hold,
When I grew up a little old,
Started doubting ma own word...

Don't do this, don't do that,
Don't eat this, u will grow fat,
Don't watch tv u vil lose your eyes,
Don't read novels it's fictions and lies.

You scold me first For not knowing "how to cook,"
You scold me second when I come in boyish look,
You scold me again when u knew abt ma boyfriend,
You scold me forever for loosing ma foreign friend...

First time in ma life I wanna hear you shout,
"That's ma daughter "I wanna hear that loud,
U knew I love poems, slogan and stories too,
I wanna write about us just I and you...

Please unhold ma hand and let me go,
Be ma mom don't be ma foe,
I wish you to be really clear,
Either you support me or leave me here....

I wrote poems, I wrote slogans,
I wanna write like Henry Logans,
I wish u appreciate me once in ma life,
Please encourage me once when I am still alive.

There isn't any person called as Henry Logan. It was just created to make rhyming of the word above.....

Blake Dec 2017

departed

your fists
unclench
like flowers
as you
unhold
the morning.
the flowers
like lips
they open
and the wind
and the bees
carry your voice
in the pollen.

for leonard cohen

Marcilyne Jan 2016

Untitled

My breath gambles
When air unhold
When embers sleep
My mind is bold
His bright eyes flashes,
his whisper sighs
With vivid breeze
Frozen memoir dies

Ravindra Kumar Nayak Mar 2018

Depression deep drop of dripping pains!! hollowness!!!!

Approximately approached...
Yet far behind
As unhold...
Provoked weekness...
Depression deep like voluntarily diving in bottomless sea...
Or flying in zero gravity...against the wishes of heart...
May be brain turmoils...
Eradicating... dark possibilities...
Maybe for good reason...or may not ?
Pondering n cigarettes...stock finished...
Let me go outside...
For deep oxygen...
For a deep love...
For a deep nature
For a deep down the broken snow...
And kiss the heat from the ice melting...
Watching the unwatered drought...deep inside the brain nerves
Likely to fly...
Nowhere paradise...
Anytime..
Maybe now...
..
.
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Thorn 5d

'Murica

I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands,
one nation, under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all.

Justice for all our black neighbours
who have the honour of being murdered
should they make the mistake of looking
at a police officer the wrong way;
officers meant to unhold the meaning of justice.

Justice for the gays who’ve spent decades fighting
for their right to publicly exist,
even accepting torture as punishment
for the sake of the greater good;
only for those rights to be put back in a box.

Justice for the women bleeding in alleyways
at the hand of a man who knows
that even if he’s caught,
he’ll still get away with it.
He just has to blame it on her skirt.

Justice for the brothers and sisters
dying at the hands of their cruel parents
and a crueler system that would care more
if only they still existed in the womb.
A life being lived is a life not important, I suppose.

Justice for the mentally impaired
who were perceived as burdens
and God’s punishment for mankind to bear;
who are still fighting for their right
to work, own, and love as others do.

Justice for the felons who got the label
in a state of teenage recklessness,
who have not the right to vote
or have themselves a good career,
but get to watch another run for president.

Justice for the Natives who often go missing
and reappear mysteriously deceased,
but are rarely ever looked for
or never given any protections.
Who are still fighting for their right to keep their land.

Justice for the children
who have to practice lockdowns
in case their school is the next one attacked.
The fear of not going home heavy on their hearts;
thoughts and prayers the only thing sent if they die.

Justice for the non-Christians whose lives are threatened
and temples are frequently attacked
because they don’t fit under the allegiance,
for the don’t follow the ‘right’ God
or practice the ‘right’ way.

Justice for all of the lonely Americans
who have to watch their liberties
be put on the stand and questioned again.
The ones fighting one more time for the right to live.
To love. To be safe. To be a person.

Justice for the ones watching
The arrogant applaud their loss of freedoms
for the sake of their own personal gain.
Justice for the ones listening to their loved ones
tell them that it doesn’t matter.
I guess we just don’t matter.

To Liberty and Justice for all.

#socialcommentary #politics #humanrights #americandream

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