"unreached" poems
The night sky above...
Unreached by doves
a majestic sight
of incomparable light
twinkling dusts
of shimmering galactic blast
I wonder why
That this precious night sky
was so sadly underrated
even noticed, but rarely appreciated
I wished you give a minute
to take your eyes a treat
and you'll see that same night sky
I look at when all I've got is to cry
That is my eternal canvas
where hopes and dreams and lies was
scattered in nowhere of fair distances;
couldn't even remember the pieces.
my metaphor of life,
an infinite projection of blithe
so tonight, by chance, again
I'll watch my night sky then
hoping you did too
because my methapor of night sky is you
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Despair often embark in a lovers joy
When the love gone missing for only a speed second
All triumph and exhilaration turns to dust and disappears into thin air
The sense of love that one feels suddenly alter into immeasurable grief
An hour of disturbed, sorrowful contemplation pass by like thousand nights of longing for a reaching hand or devoted kiss
Do not mistake fire for water
Humans in love would have cried out,
“I want to catch fire and be all burnt just to taste water again.”
Do not mistake poison for wine, for insane lovers say
“Let this bitterness reverse against any other taste upon my tongue, and let this body sick. All I want is my soul to be drunk and content with a lover’s sanity.”
Be patient when you want to be in love
And let go when you think that love is not meant to be
For love always come again
Spreading hands
Feeding souls
Overcoming ego
And finally kiss the unreached parts of solely your body.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
mum's well intended tough upbringing ended in a two sided razor sharp sword
i am independent, intelligent, and successful
that same achievements cause me no shortage of frenemies
and a severe debilitating starvation for true friendship and love
men wont touch me with a 10 foot poll
both sexes make me out to be weird beyond the point of recognising there reflexion in me
imprisoned in a life i wanted, successful
with a incurable case of loneliness, i'm drowning out with food and bad poetry
this is my roaring twenties, hooray
cant wait for the next 80 years
going senile will be a blessing
no longer haunted by pain and unreached potential
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
I’ve got a mission
To reach the destination
I was destined to go on a journey,
A journey which is unreached by many,
This is the journey of my life.
I shall walk down the empty streets
Through the boulevards of broken dreams
To the successfully riches
This is the journey which takes years to reach,
The journey of my life.
This journey is not an adventure,
It is a mental journey through nature
With the care & support of my family and friends,
I believe I can complete it with love in my hands…
So journey with me
Let’s push forward…
There’s nothing to rewind,
In this journey through my mind.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
Old memories preserved in black and white.
Reminisce of a time less contrite.
Seen through the lens of those without strife.
Young and free with a passion for life.
Replaced by wisdom, fear and guilt.
For the life one has methodically built.
With walls and doors, and windows to see.
As the world passes by this absentee.
Surrounded by frames of the finest wood.
Of snapshots of the potential that someday could.
Climb the mountains unreached by the hands of our time.
Instead stuck walking for fear of the climb.
For fear of the fall and all it might bring.
Fear of the inability to rebuild his wings.
Compliant with gravity, compliant with normality.
Unfamiliar with the rebellion that once filled his soul.
Defining his life where their now is a hole.
Replaced by a scar and filled with his tears.
As the joys of his childhood continue to disappear.
Chased away by the light of reality.
Youthful dreams replaced in actuality.
Ambitions refocused towards sensuality.
Mind made up of generalities.
Soul defined in spirituality.
As his life moves slowly into irrationality.
And though the colors here are always bright.
They are most vulnerable in the absent of light.
Replaced by the darkness and a mind numbing truth.
One we all have forgotten from our youth.
That the potential of life knows no bounds.
And that which we can create will always astound.
Those who come after us and those who continue to follow.
Will continue to fill our world as if it was hollow.
In need of filling with that which they create.
Building from our ashes on a brand new slate.
Their artistry challenged only by those.
Who have left footprints in the sand with their bare toes.
So which life do you wish to live.
One of solitude or one where you continue to give.
Give your time, give your energy, give your heart and your soul.
To the child in you whom you continue to out grow.
Continue to neglect who’s dreams have yet to be filled.
By the world you once dreamed of with those Legos you use to build.
Dreams filled with sky scrapers all in black and white.
Only to be interrupted by mornings first light.
Life’s colors seeping in as they begin to fill your days.
Your youthful ambitions still here in many ways.
Still clinging to you through those memories of yesteryear.
Captured in your childish smile radiating so clear.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 9:33 PM UTC
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
the songs are like a clogged bell
streaming depressive used sounds
Hymns of abused commercialisation
As an excuse of mixed celebrations
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
you remain dead for long time ago
when my heart changed into stone
and my dance a faded fortification
in opened doors of the unreached
Christmas, Christmas,Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a season where enemies embrace
with a tint of lost meshed generosity
That flavoured distasteful laughter
Coated with silvery decorations
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a shaw of the dying tower blocks
Overlooking hunger and troubled war
that height of starry driven nights
Casting shadows to the chilled earth
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
The trees are felled to make cards
with anthems of a failed system
the tide of the recycled messages
of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Can you blame me for viewing life gloomily sometimes...
As dim as night or even darker...
Whenever I go beyond unreached, I saw strangers within me...
They knows a lot well... They often brought me to the farthest end...
Religion give us hope... But for them there is no hope at all...
For them we are only God's toys...
They knows every fate of human... Death...
That the blade of the father of time was always in our neck...
That every day we became closer to our unhappy ending...
They were so strong...
They began as my sidekick...
When I started counting 1 2 3... Learning ABC's...
I even taught they were a gift... My guardians...
But as time goes by... Their motive was unleashed...
To ruin life... To ate and destroyed mind...
There was a time that i never know me anymore...
They possessed me so much that I can't even control myself...
It's like a beast was unraveled within me...
Their passion was to get into one's head...
To play mind games with it... To turn white to gray...
Beautiful days into rainy... Love to hatred...
My body fell numb suddenly... Here they comes...
They really did exist... My head will be at war yet again...
On what I feared most... My sudden METAMORPHOSIS...
Mysterious Aries
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
The sunrise betrayed the furnace
pouring heat into this atmosphere,
beauty deceives in pinpoints of fusion
spilling light on these nights in silence
We are all made of stars - we burn within
this core, unreached and untouched
as science fades in its approach -
Who can test the mystery inside?
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
*How I lie and break, broken till to the very tip of my bone
I dislike how I ate my own hate, swallowed till it reaches the gate
How the voices preach to breach the barriers of the untouched soul
Purity bleach the acidic preaches of ones owned,
rinsing the putrid echoes of THE hateful stone.
Innocence remains unreached; it’s a battle of everyday presence.
My pure essence survives the life’s impermanence.
Winning and Losing stands in equilibrium.
Life is not as tasty as the sweet brew.*
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
*Broken dreams
Free spirit soars high
Alone..
In the sky of hope
Kindles and tickles
Pieces on the floor
It will someday be whole
Fragments still defy
Echoes of mercy
In your life, lifts light
Your presence is a gift
It has been, as always..*
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I tremble before you
At your alter
For lives unreached; all shall falter
Craving touch
Falling into clutch
Sweet lease
Shown to be brief
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
In the forest of finding my life
Tired of my longing desires
My soul quite silenced
My Body exhausted by unmoved farness
My wind lost its spirit
Hurting my road to desired joy
Yet, Rejecting my lost travel, I am now,
Drifting away from soul pits
Silhouetting my dreams so beautiful
Birthing my unreached longings
Stretching to my forseen destiny
Now, I am in all control
Creating my beauty beyond compare
And Dreamy Daily Days!
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
No more time for pain.
Tear stains.
Or sobs.
Shrieks at the top of your lungs!
Frustrated fidgeting,
Or furious dialect.
The true depths of sorrow,
unreached yet,
Shall remain unexplored.
The heights of fury and rage,
Shall be another days venture.
(Or hopefully never).
Visions of disliked visages,
Traitorous touches torturing the thoughts,
Lustily leaving lover and friend
Twitching,
Writhing,
Boiling,
Melting,
Rotting,
And congealing into a puddle of humanity
at the knowledge of their philandering.
Numbness sinks through the dermis,
Hiding hints of heartbeats,
Silencing skins sweet sensations.
Breathing,
But barely.
No time for sensation,
Emotion,
Expression,
Interest,
Thought,
Muttering,
Mentioning,
Murmuring,
Meditating.
Reform some semblance of humanity.
No time for languishing,
Luridly,
Lethargically,
Liquefying.
Only enough time for a little poetry.
And then,
Hopefully,
Life.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Words unspoken, dreams unreached
The spell is broken; time's incomplete.
My eyes now closed as you speak to me,
My heart is folded and it's corners weep.
The tears that gather here are not mine,
Just as the rain as it falls belongs to none,
But by the time it's gathered is nearly gone...
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
Feel the rhythm and wake the dawn.
Show us that you care.
Needles fall to the sound of silence,
To your bed of questioning air.
Your wake unreached.
Drown me in desire,
But resist temptation.
Feel the drummers beat and
Motion to the sound.
Addiction.
Unfold me into light.
Blur my weaving qualms.
Rest your worried head,
And let me know you.
A taste of hope...
Unsteady hands,
Answer my soul.
Witheld motives and
Dangerous notions.
Penetrate my heart and
Devour me.
The rhythm moves us,
Lulls us,
Aids us.
Breathe.
And you will know desire.
The truth.
The answer to your hunger.
And I shall bend,
Within your demons
And your saddened eyes…
Then blur this illusion.
End of sight.
Break me.
Now breathe.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
They would hold their hands up
High in search of golden nuggets,
Their dummies held up to the sky.
The map showing them where X did
Mark a spot, they crawled on their
Merry way, through sand they did
Crawl, slowly never would they stop.
They didn't want it in a skull *****
X marked the brown pongy spot. A
Bottom full of sand would slow a
Pirate baby down, making them
Uncomfortable crying as their treasure
Unreached they would have had to stop.
They crawled under fallen trees, through
Shrub and looked up, and saw the branches
Reaching for the sky. They were nearly
There they had crawled for 20 feet and
Stopped twice for nap times, as it was
Far away in baby steps not like big foot.
They had reached there goal with dummies
In hand, many dangers faced but together
As a crew they got to the treasured land.
X was their goal and it did mark a spot,
Where the golden nuggets shined in that
Spot. Where the rusks had that golden tint,
And that yummy taste as they went down
With a bottle Of hot milk in hand that really
Hit that nap time spot.
Dummies held up high they had reached that
Promised land, where treasure was eaten an
Then nap time was coming close to hand, gogo
And goodnight.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
driving past red
calming hues of blues and greens
nature's imitator, bleakly, but resilient
if I were the ant I would step on me, too
often I am, but disguised
cracks in the sidewalk are cracks in my exterior
I paint myself thin upon tree branches
I drip - drip with gravity's whim
blurry-eyed and sleep-deprived
glutton for existing as such
in my hands, crumbled, dry leaves
relish in the ending of acts
misguided attempts at steeping leaves
harvested during new moon
tranquility is unreached at current times
I am always sure to remind what's forgotten
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Mentor Shakespeare!
He said that expectation was the thief of all joy.
(Or was it his cousin Comparison?
It might not make a difference.)
If I may address you,
Adhered--blessed Grandfather of my soul's art,
My God's created conduit to His inspiration that flows through me constantly,
The ceaseless voice I can never shake off--
I feel this is my only release
In the pain I feel
--Blessed grandfather,
And Father,
Ease me in this tumult:
I was inclined after a few
Short grasps of eyes meeting eyes
A shared Smile
Maybe then I thought,
The loneliness could be lifted,
Drifted,
Acquitted,
Only just for a moment!
Only just for a brief break from the drab outline of the life I call mine!
(And yet, it is not!)
I thought perhaps I was worth a moment
Of a precious creation's time.
Was it not commonplace to build such dreams
In the sand of my stormy shore'd mind
But Fathers,
What sparks!
What electricity can bring down the tallest tower that stands alone in the barrenness of the world,
To an elevated illumination in the highest clouds of the most brilliant heaven of Love!
Ah, the sharpness of the memories jolts me still!
But what of it?
All my visions are turned to naught,
And I have been struck down
And returned to the far corners where I am unreached.
Alone and unsought,
Feasibly content, the tallest tower remains in its solitude,
Unaware that the absence of life cannot render a knowledge of its true state.
What a sad shape we are in,
To expect the world, over a single pearl found
On the tossed beach of the soul.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC
staring off into the 100 images that don't exist
a bundle of "what if..." scenarios
dreaming while im staring reality dead in the eye
a reality that won't coexist with my dreams
the impossible remains unreached, desolate, and unemployed
rejected by every firm in my brain
oh but my dreams show up when my head is
booked with emptiness and in a blink im in a different world
one where "impossible" is a forbidden word
I see 10 years ahead and 10 years before
time is not a concept its but a mere speck on a wall
until I here the clock go off; im set free.
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 8:03 AM UTC
At the 50 +
An old lot
coming from the monotonic ringing melody of Graham Bell's
gone the days of childhood , adolescence and to breath sighs !ah the kisses for her lips and eyes to watch as she walked on pedestrian , how often she moves her curvy hips ,
What's ahead !anytime anywhere , even this very moment clocks could be locked always tightening the noose around , Death that only clips ,we're acting childish in our shells ,
In a trance kept lone , social gaining kilos of fats and accumulating distances ! Ah though miles we're apart but isolated and in love , dancing rhythmic on keys and board of Dell's ,
what's to hide how much we seek the harmony we lost in quest unreached as ever asking where the soul dwells ,
All exit reveals in each of thyself opened are the many hells
we are no more child but to act childish whenever in love , only it tells ,
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
Grains of sand as pieces of hay so small,from which passion was lit.
A profound indelible feeling yet unreached by thoughts or imagination.
You have morphed into my hero,
A mirror that never lies.
Broke into the comfort of my familiarity but made it much more worthwhile...
Powerful.
Obliging.
Irresistable.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
Waited to be sofisticated.
Desires saturated.
Feelings contemplated.
Unknown people stalked & hated.
Commitments unreached & outdated.
Birthdays belated.
Imaginary relationships created.
Fantasies unfated.
Communities fenced & gated.
Opposite sexes connected & mated.
Second thoughts changed & debated.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
What then is the poem?
The poem is a sword too sharp and piercing
*Too vast and Strong
The poem bridges the gap between known and unknown forces
Between seen and unseen faces
The poem is a sword too sharp that cuts
Cutting through hearts and minds
The poem bridges the distance reached and unreached*
*The poem has its wings and aim to fly on its own
Don't force it to fly,
Let it fly and soar when its time comes*
Ovi Odiete©August 2016
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Crawling backwards through my dusty spiderweb of neural connections, I am projecting comedic tragedies
Call me crazy, because you're probably right
Absurdist fantasies of long lost dreams and an empty train station smelling of **** and departed railway cars
It's time to turn it around and
crawl out of my tunnel of silk
I will explode into butterfly
from the silk in my belly
Spit me a story, Oh Old One.
I am astounded by the revolutions
you have memorized around the sun.
Stellar vortex, find me twirling
through the disconnected
and unreached.
Remember me
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC