Unjudging poems on Hello Poetry

Sam Hawkins Jun 2016

sensing you, i stood myself tall
i stayed and in my staying i grew
ten thousand tiny legs or more—

each root foot set upon your shoulders
lifted me among constellation stars

home i had never left,
not you

thank you ancestors thank you
for your neighborly attentions
sound vibrations spiral strung --

God’s first word, first and second
generation sun, a greening earth,
until everywhere shaping intelligence
this my body finally here

steady and true as weighed stone,
unjudging love is

what you have come to teach me

that i could choose to die to fear
and die to death itself

Dylan Thomas

This Side Of The Truth

(for Llewelyn)

This side of the truth,
You may not see, my son,
King of your blue eyes
In the blinding country of youth,
That all is undone,
Under the unminding skies,
Of innocence and guilt
Before you move to make
One gesture of the heart or head,
Is gathered and spilt
Into the winding dark
Like the dust of the dead.

Good and bad, two ways
Of moving about your death
By the grinding sea,
King of your heart in the blind days,
Blow away like breath,
Go crying through you and me
And the souls of all men
Into the innocent
Dark, and the guilty dark, and good
Death, and bad death, and then
In the last element
Fly like the stars' blood

Like the sun's tears,
Like the moon's seed, *******
And fire, the flying rant
Of the sky, king of your six years.
And the wicked wish,
Down the beginning of plants
And animals and birds,
Water and Light, the earth and sky,
Is cast before you move,
And all your deeds and words,
Each truth, each lie,
Die in unjudging love.

Alyssa Rose Evans Sep 2011

Boy of Intuition

He stands against the wind and smiles—
a boy of intuition against the harsh world
of concrete.

You might find him waiting, standing alone
along the sidewalks
with his trusted old guitar
Unjudging eyes merely wander—
watching fellow lives simply be.
His sing-song voice
speaks joy into the world,
never telling anyone
how they ought to live.

He says he knows nothing of the world, but
I’ve never met one more wise, than one
who denies his ego, just letting
the world go by.

Kittu Aug 2013

An artists parent

Its not easy to be an artists parent,
it needs much more than patience.

An artist is a mass of amorphous air,
that needs understanding and care.

An artists parent who knows that,
becomes a saviour and confidente.

An artists parent who knows that not,
is doomed to a relationship as bare and draught.

Its not easy to be an artists parent,
its needs quiet deliberance.
Of when to push their creative child,
and when to let them be.
Of when their child needs inspiration,
or has a burst of creativity.

An artists parent is observant,
of the ups and downs that the creative faces.
Or when its tired of fighting the world,
and needs tender embraces.

An artists parent has full faith,
even when the artist is lost.
Because that is when the artist looks for anchors,
when his gaseos state finds it not.

Is it easy being a parent to any other?
An engineer or a doctor maybe?
Why? because he follows an age old path,
that was set for him when he was three?

Did you know that an artist is wild,
and has the ability to accept?
To look at you with unjudging eyes,
and understand you to his best.

Like everyone he has two sides,
unlike others he accepts both.
This gives him power,
to create a miracles on the move.

He his sensitive to emotions,
and can feel the mood.
His own and others around.

He knows what you mean,
when you say you feel alone,
because he has known it all life long.

[Inspired after a travelling conversation with a corporate power man. ]

He did not understand his artist daughter,
called insolent and defiant.

This made me angry, but i understood.
then patiently explained to him the points in this poem.

I dont know where he is now or if he heard a word I said.
But I explained all this to him with an honest heart,
and he complemented me on this....

Alexis O'Keefe Jun 2013

Angels Weep

Upon the night sky
the angels did weep
as forgiveness shone down
and lit the world afire.

Precious words spoken
a wall unbroken
to pierce through pain and sorrow
an olive branch was born.

Joy of my soul
treasure of my heart
she comes bearing honesty
with careful kisses and steps.

I draw her in my arms
open and unjudging
loving as ever I could
gentle as a lamb I walk.

My prayers now answered
I take not for granted
this gift the angels hand me
in quiet wonder I abide.

She is my miracle of joys
my proudest moment
all that I asked for and more
I will love her forever.

ryn Jul 2021

Sundance

Take me to the swan-graced waters...
Where dragonflies would visit,
and skim the surface on tireless wings.

I’d sit with the grounds’ keepers
- the cicadas.
Invisible guardians,
whose shrill song and calls
would only echo through the sparse foliage
and trees - entrancing me into a state of
accompanied aloneness.

A calming solitude,
that enables the eyes
to lapse into a deep,
unjudging gaze into the lake.

And as time slows to a halt,
each breath would lengthen...
The sun would dip into the distant edge
of the lake.
And my heart would skip
as it interprets the dance of the sun
on the water.

#hellopoetry107 #watersedge

Gary Dec 2014

The man within me (ode to my papa)

It was the sunniest of days, in the mids of July. The year I don't recall. I was a boy then, doing some chores to make extra money. I was good at yard work. Raking, cleaning twigs, cutting down trees etc. I learned how to keep a clean yard from my grandfather, (my papa)he believed in hard work and in being a honest man. He was raised on a farm and worked from sunrise to well past the darkened hour. "A little hard work won't **** ya" was his motto, I sought-after. The sun was beating hot, without the shield of a single cloud. I took all I could, until I just needed to escape the sun, for just a minute. I ducked off into the near bye woods, where I knew all the trees would protect me. Their branches and leaves all intertwined, created a umbrella that would go on for miles. I found a moss covered rock bigger then me, in a dark damp spot of this forest. Laying my head down, I stared up at all the tree leafs, watching with anticipation for one to fall. I still remember the smell and feel of those woods. The smell of serenity and the feel of unjudging thoughts. "This is how I want to spend my life" I clearly remember saying out loud (to myself.) The woods were dark and cool. Yet calming and real to me. I frequented those woods for days on, through my childhood years up through my teenage years. Something had changed me that one summer day in July. Something had shown me a new light, a much more simple way of life and our expectations. It was calming, nurturing and protective. It was me, it was my soul, showing me how to be like you papa. My soul showing me how peaceful life is when we are at peace with ourselves. How everything we do, no matter how trivial at the time, really matters. Like all those times papa and I sat around a fire burning the days tree limbs and debri. Thinking it was just fun, when in reality, it was the best lesson I have ever learned.
The end.

terrence michael sutton May 2018

SO QUICKLY SO MANY JUDGE

SO QUICKLY SO MANY JUDGE

long before they have what brains they have
Put into a positive unjudging gear
So many without thinking at all or knowing
Find little boxes placing others in near

I've head young guys say oh shes this or that
And all the while they have no clue in life
What a supposed friend has been through
Or wore her shoes during her unknown strife

I've heard grown men do the same re women
A little maturity sure would come in handy
And a lot of the time because she said no
To them when their imagination was randy

Women seek equality but are way ahead of guys
Men think they are the all in all re brain
But theres not a man that could do as she can
In life come sunshine or come rain

Since Eve they blamed the female for all
Its right through nan created history
Litttle boys will always be little boys
Little girls grow to be all man needs to be

So quickly so many judge before thinking
Man is his own worst enemy in this life
Even with audacity during a wedding
They pronounce him the man and his wife

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Someday Jun 2023

This isn't a break-up, I'm just falling apart

Tell me what you need so I can change accordingly.
Tell me who you need so I don't have to be myself.
You know my broken bones won't heal correctly,
You know you'll have to click them into place.
Don't let me get comfortable within my castle walls,
For you can only stay outside them, and I need you closer,
So my sentence shall be a lifetime in the open.

You know you can't stay mine, no matter the effort,
Because constructive waves raise their own severity,
And individually we are already as severe as it gets.
You know I can't stay yours, no matter the effort,
Because being broken together means we can't fix one other
And even a mechanic would find me impossible.
Maybe if we had never met, I would have died alone,
And maybe you would still be with the firefighters.

I want things to be easier for us, but they can't be.
We're unfixable, through and through, no matter the effort.
I want you to be here because even if it can't be true,
You could make me believe there's a future for us
And I can be good for you, no matter the evidence.

I wish I could take back every last word and be neutral,
Be the person you need, want and deserve, at last,
The unjudging and unfeeling observer of your past,
The uninvolved and neutral observer of your present,
The peaceful and secure participant of your future.
You can't want me because nobody can,
I can't be good for you because I can't be good,
You can't need me because I'm not needed.

I want you to want me as I am, no change needed.
I want you to love my every aspect as it naturally is.
I want you to accept me even when I can't accept you.
I want to be your selfish, spoiled, manipulative, broken wife.
I want you to do for me everything I can never do for you.
I want you to stay, even if it ruins you. I need you.

I wish you were here so you could tell me what's real
And convince me anew that I don't need to cry.
I wish you were here so I could believe a single word
You've sworn on your life is the only truth.
I wish you were here so there could be a truth.

If I can't exist in full with you, I can't exist at all.
If I can't be perfect for you, I can't be good at all.
If I break you, I will have broken the only thing
That ever deserved to be kept safe.
If you break me, you will have fulfilled my destiny
Of being broken.

I cried while writing this & then couldn't think of a title & my brain started playing the theme song of a cartoon I used to love

Written; 2023.jun.18.

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