"unmatchable" poems
Life is
About getting buckets.
How would Kobe live if he couldn't?
That's a mystery mankind will never truly comprehend.
A bucketless Kobe is a fake Kobe.
The sound of that string music is unmatchable.
The Kareem sky hook.
The Curry j.
The Kobe fadeaway.
The PG windmill.
These are all different forms,
They all get buckets.
Cherish these buckets like no other.
One day you will be old and grey.
Like bill Russell.
You won't be able to get buckets anymore except for in your dreams.
When your career is over. You will miss it.
You can't get buckets forever.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
1. don’t be afraid of getting hurt
because in life there are times
when we need to be vulnerable
an unmatchable brilliance is radiated
when you bare your soul to another
and are privileged enough to be shown
the deepest parts of their spirit in return
2. write often
no one has to see it, you can scribble
on napkins and throw them away
but please, allow yourself to know
the freedom of letting words seep
from your heart and relieving
the heavy strain of carrying
so many smothering thoughts
3. never promise forever
because not once have i met
a person whose forever lasted
and i can’t say
i remember a time
when my forever has lasted, either
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
When the incendiaries lit the sky
A face smiled its divine calligraphy:
It was Helen crowned with Troy's debris.
Her unmatchable mouth in the roof
Of blood moved in speech like the home of love,
Hanging its moon of reproof:
'My kiss blots history out.
My landslide legend has forgotten
A thousand thousand bones rotting;
'Under the guilty sea
The ships lie; but accuracy
Has been seduced by me.'
Her smile sailed indiscriminately
Among the squadrons of death majestically
And was reflected on the sea.
'The armless Venus carried Pompei's tears
Better than the raided years
Or the cold dances of chameleon stars.'
Then faded. But the rain
Like lovers' seeds that fall in vain,
Warned me of my sin.
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Laura the Leprechaun lived in a forest,
Of all the Leprechauns she was the smallest.
But she didn’t care, as she was just happy,
Because she was loved very much by her Pappy.
Laura sat at meals with sages,
She unearthed truths hidden for ages.
Her unmatchable strength is her courage,
She is a budding plant of greatness.
Laura had a friend called Jane,
Together they played hide and seek in the hay.
At dawn, they roam the street with glee,
They fight at dinner over bread, butter, and tea.
Laura happily played around in the woods,
Picking the fresh nuts and fruits.
The leaves breathe freshness into her bones,
The pure air from the woods nourishes her soul.
Laura’s beauty was peer-less,
With a tender skin that was spotless.
She cheered the world with her lovely smiles,
And her happiness went on for miles and miles!
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
There must be a scapegoat, a faceless soul we can blame
when events unfolding never crease the right way
there needs to someone to take the fall
for our shortcomings, failures, mistakes and flaws
let's name it timing
the outlandish ideal with a sort of silver lining
benefiting our dreams or disappointing based on your outlook at the second
placing our losses on timing's plate, so to us it remains indebted
the divine invention we haphazardly sink our faith towards
faulting opportunity for not opening closed doors
falsely accusing an innocent occurrence with words of curse in nature
we'll just chalk it up to poor timing, and bury it for later
the concept of allowing an unmovable force dictate our actions
selfishly choosing when the timing suits our satisfaction
poor timing, missing the chance of a unmatchable proportions
minimal effort to a particular cause turned twisted words contortions
to cleverly claim the culprit, when your very actions displayed a lack of determination
it's not the moment's patience
that forces your will to put the act in motion
yet we chalk it up to timing, a peculiar notion
a cloak of deceit and disbelief we wrap ourselves in, blaming an unworthy malefactor innocent as the sun is bright
so let's just call it poor timing, leaving our passion-less actions out of sight...
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
This may be bit too early to call
but I'll say this in verse one.
that I think you're the girl I want to marry
I've decided long gone.
That you're the first thing I think of
when my senses start to wake up,
That you make me feel blessed by your love
from dusk until fingers of dawn claps.
That you came and burst in
without any loud alarms nor obvious notice;
I knew you've captured my heart completely,
all of my actions, my inner prefix.
You've sink your unmatchable caress
deep through my shivered spine and veins,
just when everything is tangled up
without any clear sightings bared.
You gave me all of you
as I gave all of me. Unaware;
we both fill in each others space and holes
with our own taste of shares.
And Alas! The last verse came
and I'm still stunned by your aura and beauty;
My future bride, this I surrender
My last name, I want you to carry.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
i am not a woman. but
my time in the shadows
has taught me
how best to love them.
yes, i have loved others
but my capacity
for loving women
is unmatchable.
years of denial,
turns to regret-
fueled yearning for
a love ‘unattainable’
until now.
what a gift it is
to love and be loved by
a woman.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:13 AM UTC
There's only one of you
Irreplaceable,
Unmatchable.
There's only of you
That appreciates the good
That I'm proud of, too.
One who knows
When I need mint chocolates,
Or eye droplets.
There's only one
That makes me mixtapes and playlists,
Constantly checking my wrists.
There's only you
Who befriends the demons that I fight,
To ease them, give me a peaceful night.
Only one of you
One who knows I hate emotions,
For their power ends in destruction.
There's you and only you
Finishing my sentences,
Fixing my mess.
One of you
Who saves me from all my pain,
And knows how much I love the rain.
There's only you
Who comfortably rubs my belly,
And kisses my shoulders gently.
There's only one of you
Who can send me straight to heaven,
Dragging me out of hell.
There's only one of you
And I can't stand losing that too.
-djs
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Peacock's legs you must hide.
Show only Its wings and tail.
Hide slums behind high-rises.
Spray perfume on things stale.
Years ago a hero was born.
New hero has taken birth again.
Paint his ***** hands with white.
Show choice of society sane.
For God' sake hang someone.
Land's prestige is at stake.
If culprits cannot be hanged.
Size of my neck you can take.
Display your esthetic creativity.
Utilize your unmatchable art.
And let's show the shiny part.
And let's show the shiny part.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Inspired by Shelley's quote IF WINTER IS AT HAND CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND? I ended the poem on a positive note....
Always complaining of life...
I did not have the zeal to strife...
Lies,betrayal and heart breaks killed me from inside...
But still I had put up a smile on the outside..
Tired I was facing the world's mockery...
All I had witnessed was only treachery...
Life was a game which I couldn't play well...
And from the mountains of ecstasy to paroxysm of sobs I fell...
There were umpteen questions in my mind...
The answers to which i never could find...
WHY did every happiness come drenched with sorrow??
When we never had another heart to borrow..
Many times I wished to die...
When the heart inside did cry..
WHY did relationships end....??
And everytime to the FATE we had to surrend.
Shattered were those sweet dreams..
And all I could hear were screams..
The sweet memories of childhood I missed...
When mother's kiss was a moment of bliss...
With the advent of time, things changed...
And everything around seemed to be more strange..
The excruciating pain I just couldn't bear
And always thought that life wasn't fair.
Why did people break the trust?
When the heart of theirs was itself but a carnival of rust..
There is no point in being sad..
When we know that sometimes life can prove to be bad...
The relentless march of Time is inevitable..
And there comes a day when happiness is totally unmatchable...
The stories of the past are inexplicable..
And there are very few who are dependable..
There are very few whom we treasure..
Just because their mere presence brings pleasure..
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
A sweet scent of pine needles
In the Adirondack air,
Animals moving
With complete freedom
And choice,
A view of the lake
And the sun with beauty
Unmatchable,
A whole different
World not too loud
And not too quiet,
Muted from electronics
And social media,
Because memories aren’t made playing video games
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
*With curious feet the night enters with beauty
in her eager eyes.
Love speaks to the ocean of hearts, she has touched
as the moon glides by quietly
before the eyes of men.
I can see your face held by the fingers
Of my hope, once again
In the eyes of peaceful angels with shining hair
of molten gold
I see those shores of all great happiness and joy
Held by a loyal hand,
proclaiming there is love
such a sweet delight rains down
To my heart, from above
I stand here within the comfort
of my silken thoughts of you,
while unmatchable tenderness appears in place
Speaks to me of memories
I can always find.
While breathing in night's sheer beauty
with my own heart in kind
I see your face, if only for a moment,
as the other half of me
As I lay here watching night enter
with curious feet.
Love sweetly touches my heart in a rush
tells me to close my tired eyes
"Sleep, dear one, shush"*
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 1:27 AM UTC
Journey.
When the force of wickedness came upon him,
A force against,
He became overwhelmed,
With a suffocating feeling that all the evils of the world
Were attacking him,
Worry, panic, coldness,
Willed by a nameless engine of the non sensual world.
The beast begins to breath, taking in fuel,
The energy being from his own panic and worry.
A feeling of deathliness takes him over,
He sees a force of death on him,
The trap has begun, the feeling of dieing with no way out
Worry of death marching with a speed unmatchable by an encompassing brightness.
Light, a thread, he pulls
He tries to grasp it with the might of a soul.
It eludes, he asks for the light
The light fills the known universe, erodes the black, breaks the black, banishment.
Cautious joy,
Cautious freedom.
A light of a helper eludes you to your relinquishing task.
Non sensually.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
The love we have collected in this time
Is like the flowers we see in the spring.
As refreshing as the smell of a lime
Do these memories most happily bring,
Some are as unique as a rare black rose.
Others like the everyday sky we see.
Yet, our love is special; everyone knows
That together we will forever be.
I sit with you in the calming breeze,
stuck in my endless fantasies, feeling
relaxed, quiet, yet completely at ease.
And I kiss your cheek, firmly believing
the love we have is one only we share,
unmatchable by any other pair.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
I believe in love,
Because
You delivered me and fed me.
I believe in trust,
cause when others gave me poison, you
reminded me to fall to my knees and ask god for mercy and grace
I believe in peace,
cause like water;
You soothe me.
I believe in loyalty,
because it’s a law in our code.
I believe in family,
Because of your love, honesty, and loyalty is
Unmatchable and unquestionable.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
An unlikely pair
of equal beauty.
Art of two forms,
rarely seen together.
Visio-Audio,
Stimulation,
Communication,
Synesthetic fusion,
Joy amongst confusion.
Every word,
Brings forth a stroke of imagination,
every beat,
an unmatchable sensation.
Hues of music,
a trance in your mind.
An eclectic sound painting,
A dance of grandeur.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
How do you make love?
It cannot be fabricated,
Desecrated
or violated,
But is to be vindicated.
Maybe perhaps,
We should have waited.
So how do you make love --
From the back
a view of what is now behind you,
Love made,
But with cheap materials
Nothing that can last,
Regret from the past.
--
On the top of what seems to be
A sweet serenade
On a Greek palisade,
The sunlight feeding the love you had made,
To only be shrouded by the moons grey shade.
Making love,
An experience
To be experienced
Through the love of another.
To create the blessing of physical love,
Found new in the rhythms created by the beat of baby,
Unmatchable love made by unconditional lovers.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 6:44 AM UTC
The beauty unmatchable,
An every changing allure.
Every moment unique.
Every moment a gift.
A place of wonderment.
Different paths,
Taking you further.
Bringing you closer to its blue companion,
Passing friendly giants breathing life,
And listening to the creatures that inhabit.
Each step unfolding a mystery,
Opening itself to you,
Allowing you to see it secrets,
Allowing you to hear its fascination.
A place of astonishment.
With each season brings new adventure.
A spectacle of snow and ice.
A performance of budding life and growth.
An exhibition of heat and connection to its flowing sisters.
A phenomenon of color and crisp air.
A place of fate and expansion,
Of friendships and family.
A serenade of nature, a dance with elegance,
Where love flourished,
And a life began.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
You hold me against you as we laugh under the sheets. The radio blares softly through the bedroom spreading the sound of country music. My once shiny, and now dull red hair falls to the right as I climb on to you slowly. Your hair is dark against the white pillows and your eyes glow despite the lack of light. My eyes trace over the somewhat defined lines on your chest then back up and they meet your gaze. You tug lightly on my wrists, which until you moved them, rested on your chest. They now lay on either side of your upper shoulders as you reach up to kiss my lips that once held a bright red pigment but are now a dull shade of pink. During some point of this perfect chaos your hands found their way to my tank top and removed it's straps. You trail your unmatchable hot kisses down my neck and clavicle. You squeeze my hips knowing it'll make me jump and we laugh again after I do.
In the early morning light the bite marks along my thighs and hips have slowly begun to fade as i turn on the shower. I can hear you cooking in the kitchen and I decide to surprise you, so I walk out in your t-shirt and my lace underwear and I wrap my arms around your waist. You smile, turn and meet my lips once again with your kisses sweeter than honey. I reach behind you and turn off the stove top before looking up at you and guiding you to the bathroom. As we step in under the water spraying from the showerhead, the only thing that I feel is the cold wall against my back, the light kisses of the water and the warm embrace that only you can give. The water accents the muscles on your chest as I trace my fingers down them. The kisses on my neck are soft and loving, but the touch of your hand on my upper thigh is needy and lustful. I answer these touches with some of my own and I pull you closer and gently bite your neck. Just like a reflex your lips are on mine engaging in a passionate kiss. As your hand travels higher on my thigh I deepen the kiss and bite your lip before sliding my tongue across yours once again. As the water grows cold and we step onto the mat on the floor we exchange loving glances and continue on with our day remembering our night and the games we played
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Taking in the peaceful
Enclosing darkness
Of midnight.
Forgetting the battles
I constantly fight.
gazing at the beautiful stars,
I look down to my ragged scars.
The markings on
My beautiful skin that will last forever,
How can I forgive
Myself for being so foolishly clever?
I don't know how I ever
Found this place, for
The true beauty is within the night's
Darkened embrace.
Comletely isolated from the chaos
Around me, this is where my
Soul can set free.
There is no sadness, anger, or pain
For I can free the emotions I always restrain.
There is no other unmatchable joy
Than being hidden from a
Hateful world that seeks
To destroy.
This is the only place I am ever at peace,
The only place my happiness
Can release.
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 5:51 AM UTC
Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.
Between Light and dark,
Are any of them wholly good or bad?
There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we've
In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection
likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.
The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence
It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be
No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair
Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.
Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
BY Some Miracle
Of Fate, It Was Won
Never
About Peace
It Was Always About Space
A New Home
In ......
Safe From the Breeding
My Smile For Him
Pure Light Now
A Man Who Lived
Infinity
More Than a God
He Was My God
His Name Came Made of Song
Desire His Gift
For A Woman
Wealth UnMatchable
He Won
Without Even Playing
Confidence' Laughing Delight
His Love Of Focused Desire
Freedom For All the Earth
So Great was The Dowry
She Was Happy
For His Joy Was Everything
His Smile
Was The Smile Of Her
Own Heart
Pure Light
Radiant Beauty In Her Splender
Finally Finding Her Way Home
To Be
No StarThis
Pure Light Rather
Goodness
Powers Kneeling Grace
And He Loved Her So
He Gave of His Own Life
Both Light and Dark Eternal
One Being Space
The Other Being Love
He Stood Above All the Others
He Was The One
Remember
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
*It's not hard to see
once you stop staring
Noticing every flaw
Imperfect is easy
We lose hope
looking at eachother
don't even wonder
about his brilliance anymore
but it's there anyway
just waiting to be discovered
Nobody compares
nothing is as amazing
No stars shine brighter
because his love is healing
Untouched
Untouchable
Brilliance
Unmatched
Unmatchable resilience
His patience is incredible
And there's nothing
Like his forgiveness
Unmatched
Untouchable brilliance
All we can do is imitate
We aren't even carbon copies
We fail and fail again
He snaps his fingers and bam!
His decisions stand
without failing
Look at gravity
Look at the impossibility
Incomprehensible designs
Perfect in everyway
We try but we can't compete
Untouched
Untouchable
Brilliance
Unmatched
Unmatchable resilience
His patience is incredible
And there's nothing
Like his forgiveness
Unmatched
Untouchable brilliance*
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 2:03 AM UTC