"unrelieved" poems
I thought I love and then I saw you.
I love only You before creation of moon,
before light giving birth to mortal stars.
My past 'lovers' lost meaning
like a candle without taper waiting for a spark.
I never loved anyone.
It was just mind construct, dream of dead heart..
I always loved you and only you I will love.
I am God, fragments of morning kisses, every atom of your soul.
Creator is silent when He sees Himself in me.
As a result of my unconditional love
the moon will dance in the opposite direction
to the logic of all ascentors of centuries
in half-tons of my wistful soul full of unfathomable fondness.
And if the sun shines on man tomorrow with an unrelieved face
it's only when you and I unite in the love flames of our bodies
bringing God into the world, one soul of all Gods.
Trinity in two bodies will bless every human being
in every sacred touch of your kiss.
The etheric stars I will feed with heavenly light
of movement of your lips when you say 'i love you, art of my life'.
The breath of fantasts comes to the world
once in a million years, You.
God Himself gave me power
to bring the stars aglow under your feet
and burn with passion your heart and spirit,
the only one I adored, adore and will adore
in non-local reality of space and time, forever.
Ingenious Metaphysician of sublunary world I am
spreading astronomical theories of unconditional love.
No sun comparable to true love of your heart.
You are the axis of my universal soul.
You are the light inside black holes.
I am limitless love without concept of being loved in return.
God you are.
I am God.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
I have never been without it
The scent of regret surrounds me
Every mistake I ever made
Is the stench that so confounds me
Soaring heights of anxiety
I have never been without it
Not your garden variety
Plaguing much of society
How I long to be free of it
Unrelenting regret believed
I have never been without it
Dry heaving nightmares unrelieved
Trichinosis, lockjaw strangles
My regret knows all about it
Like Joe Btfsplk’s* cloud dangles
I have never been without it
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
You would love me more
if you knew
the things I don't say
love me more
for the tears repressed/unseen
the thoughts that rise
yet fast sequestered,
virus quarantined,
lest infection spread
occasional
moan groan
an Ebola moon June
escapes,
inquiring ears overhear
and ask...
but quick deflected
with a
** hum,
nothing luv,
pushed back into
the hidey hole of opprobrium
and acid reflux
why why
suppress
if loving you better
the net net of it?
this is not the candy coated,
but the coal glow strife
that cannot be
quenched nor
solved with
anti-pain
meds
so put away, aside,
push back inside
you would
love me better
for the sharing,
but love me enough
for the be I be,
let my roughened edged pains,
be buried with my remains
a love unfettered
will place no obstacle
before you
from within me
love me for the man I am,
just the average man iam,
knowing that not knowing all,
not a deceit,
but a reprieve,
what I share,
strained and sleeved,
tho unrelieved,
it is relief
that burdens but,
only me
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
I'm no less than a lion-hearted soul
Who lives by high heroic skills,
Courageously fights off jackals,
And rescues victims with flawless charisma
But I ain't less than a dignified warrior
The most Blessed Teacher, an exemplary
Has taught me
About a weapon
Which has been the answer to infinite sorrows
dreamy desires and unthinkable perils
I've used it to cheer up saddened souls
And to relieve the unrelieved
It is my light
It is the weapon to divert from hapless ends
it is the key to unlock the gates of Mercy
It is otherwise known as Dua
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:17 AM UTC
She walked between them
A quiet murmur in the middle
Of two rolling thunderstorms
Spitting lightning back and forth
Both bright and accurate
Fluid execution, points spot on.
These titans were not unrelieved
In this tournament of wisdom
For their little murmur would peep
And they would silence their thundering
Hold still their lightening
And listen.
She reveled in the time they shared
Though when asked of the future
She was hesitant.
These giants could travel the world
These giants should carry on
Without her dull murmuring.
This hesitation would certainly
Not be lost on them
And just as the murmur began again,
The giants hoisted her
To the height at which they roamed
And for a moment she believed
She could be one of them.
She felt at home here amongst
These giants and their wit,
Still remaining a murmur.
Somehow it was bearable
If only she could
Continue to exist in such
Magnificent shadows.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:37 AM UTC
A star exploded a million point six years ago
in a galaxy we've yet to know exists.
Today the energy
reached us.
And your smile was brighter
although you had no clue why.
But because of this,
I smiled too.
And a day that was dark and heavy--
pressure flattening us like
an unrelieved argument we didn't know
we were having
turned around.
The dark side was enveloped in light
and we loved, giggled about stupid stuff
no one but us could ever understand
and somewhere
deep inside that impossibly far away place
a new star shimmered into being.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 9:02 AM UTC
1022
I knew that I had gained
And yet I knew not how
By Diminution it was not
But Discipline unto
A Rigor unrelieved
Except by the Content
Another bear its Duplicate
In other Continent.
1.1k
Whoever or wherever you are
should you look at the stars with their faint but self-assured light
know that somewhere in a far corner of earth
there's this weary old man who walks alone at night
heaving a long unrelieved sigh
for mankind's irredeemable plight
for demise of kindness and humanity
for untold sorrows of millions as nations fight
proclaiming:' Dulcis pro patria mori
the clamour roars and deafens in hateful might
never mind if civilians are sacrificed
we are on the side of right'.
How serene and content are the stars
nestled in the tender cradle of night
while we poor mortals *****
in self-destructive darkness---with no real hope of seeing the light.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
black storms rage in his eyes
fierce, frightening dust devils
making silent apocalyptic statements
while searching for identity
recording the sound of color
black, white, red, green, blue
experiencing a drift of thought
as if floating in a dream
menaced suddenly by vowels
distorted, disconnected in delirium
he perceives a frequency in the air
like disturbed hidden speech
or a dream that cannot find
its alternative
and whose function it is
to study drug wasted features
of a skeletal torso
or to recall the unrelieved
immobility of time and place
to write the color of sound
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
the muffled anguish still rips the heart
as the brutal subjugation lingers
and see!.............young lovers!
.
(why do you weep to see
dear friend?)
.
agony ensplendored by
"no surrender"
fallen from their lips
and gentleness still gathering unto their fingertips
---------
to rise up against stupidity
may seem a foolish thing
but death is death
and these
are dying
(simply "murdered")
by the "elders"
..
as my
compatriots
(deceiving as deceived)
continue on
in unrelieved narcissistic rage
destroying all true planted seed
seeking nihilistic "peace"
--------
come, child
be
aware
and become free
for love is truly hated
and mammon is king
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 7:47 PM UTC
Pale, divine light clothing
a hundred people laying like carcass –
a thick fist of people
punching into the system of failure,
unrelieved, dismayed. Faced with
downfall, tracing point A to B without
any other in tow but luggage,
they annulled the flight so we pull
an escape when it rained – it taught us
where to hide, where to run,
what to do when we are soaked in sound
of rain pummeling the rooftop,
what warmth to share
on a bed meant for two with
only one dent.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Hold it gentle
It is so frail
Mirrored, thin, weightless
Reflections within
Those are fleeting
Nearly empty
They are both
false and true
Distorted
Clearly seen
but unrelieved
maneuver the view
The lesser moments
hold them close
though shifted out of focus
blend worlds new
variant versions too perfect
Value dearly the truth
and then you
come into focus
I never do
My lesser moments
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
(This poem may be considered as a dyptich / diptych / dipstick with "The Dreariness of Dawn")
The Dreariness of Dusk
Anticipated no victories today
Expected no letters to be answered
Or packages of life to be delivered
Not given even the hope of a hope
But…
But, no, the weary hours were unrelieved
The weary, dreary hours of near-despair
Plodding like a mule harnessed to the past
And given only the ghost of a ghost
As was expected, the teapot was warm -
“Yes, but there ain’t going to be no tea” 1
1 Katherine Mansfield
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
A tuckered bucket of preening primroses,
satcheled over the left-hand shoulder,
eyes hooded like awnings over bread tinged luncheons,
its been eons since rendez-vous took your shape and form,
perilous verbosity rots away on my tongue,
my eyes are a hostage on your figure,
the gentle malice is almost imperceptible from here,
or it is but an illusion of my grandeur,
that you and your majesty had ever broken down my door,
moments leave us as prey to the day to day,
the regretful palm out gesture is unrelieved and we part,
like the single stem of a shredded begonia, petals astray and seeped.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC