"unrewarded" poems
I am closer to believing
than I ever was before
on the crest of this Elation
must I crash upon the shore
And with the Driftwood of acquaintance
light the fire to love once more
I am windblown... I am times.
To be closer to believing
to be just a breath away
On the death of inspiration
I would buy back yesterday
But there's no crueler illusion
There's no sharper coin to pay
as I reach out...it slips away
From the ***** of custom
to the ledges of extremes
don't believe it till you've held it
life is seldom what it seems
But lay your heart upon the table
and in the shuffling of your dreams remember...
who on Earth you are.
I need me
You need you
we want us
But of course you know I love you
for what else am I here for
only you not face to face
but side by side forever more
I need to be here with you
for without you what am I
Just a fool out searching
for some heaven in the sky
Take me to forward lead me on
Through collision and confusion
While there's life beneath the Sun
you are the reason I continue
so near for so long
so close.... yet so far away
I need me
You need you
We want us
to live forever
measure after measure
Of the writing on the wall
that burns so brightly it blinds us all
I need me
you need you
we want us
together on Sundays in the rain
closer than forever
against or with the grain
to ride the storms of Love Again
So be closer to believing though your world is torn apart
For a moment changes all things and to end is but to start
And if your journey is unrewarded may God lift up your heart
You are windblown
but you are mine.
Emerson Lake and Palmer lyrics -
favorite of Cherie Nolan
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
We live the life
pined with sores
battling the battle
in a defeated
hope
out of lacks
we've known
plenty of yawns
in a helpless
battle where
none prevails
but travail
the future of the
youth of the land
is but buried in
the arms of
corruption
we run,more
haste less speed
the ambitious
youth becomes
enslaved to
unrewarded
efforts
but clothed in
gowns of
discouragement
we want to learn
we want to read
we want to write
we want to
speak and be
heard
but the road to
learning is
blocked
by them that are
known by
godfathers
who shall lead
us by the hand
to cross this
ocean that
opens its mouth
wide
to swallow all of
our effort,all of
our zeal.all of
our enthusiasm
which hope lie
for us?
When shall we
know reward
for our efforts?
When shall
success
breakforth to
harvest us all
that searched
diligently?
When???
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
Sober, or hungover
One or the other
I’ll take a stab at writing
Something that’s too good
Not to know
And I’ve heard “I don’t know”
So
Many times
This past month
I fee like am starting to
You know,
Know
I know you have none of my answers
I know my questions have been spot on
I know my effort has been worthy
I know
As much as you do
You were my darlin’ Queen, the star of the show
Now you are someone elses princess
But you are still my Queen
The Queen of “ I don’t know”
Reconciliation
A leap of faith
Growth and Humility
Laughter and happiness
These are more than things I know
They are my unrewarded actions
Will my attraction
To you ever waver?
Will I ever return the favor?
Are we friends or does that even matter?
I wont ask these questions
Because I know the answer
And its not "no"
Homonym, not vernacular
Yes it is
You know?
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Hidden in the grey morass out there amidst your workforce
Are Pearls in a lattice work of intricate disguise.
Gems of enlightenment and soldiers of conscience
Who battle with adversities’ regressive, shut eyes.
Clad in the rigging of everyday costume
Hidden to all but the discerning few,
Seeing the gold of the extra steps taken,
And observing initiatives made there for you.
Gold in the form of an everyday worker
One who excels far above average way,
Unrewarded and unacknowledged
Responsibly shouldering this all in his day.
Towering over the mass mediocrity
Holding the strands of a mess of loose ends,
Always dependable, doggedly purposeful
Easily marked as definitive friend.
Driven by his own hard volition
In striving for that extra won mile,
True champion of mans’ Endeavour
Unheralded in his own low profile.
The movers and the shakers all
Fly their flags of self acclaim
But the Pearls of the Unobvious
Shall be this nations’ future fame.
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
24 November 2010
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:44 PM UTC
Unrewarded again
Was the helmetless knight
For a hero is nothing
Without mask shining bright
Or courage of steel
To keep evil at bay
If he's not looking right
Then I'll send him away
If great sea monsters drown
And dragon eyes turn to stone
What fun if it's done
By a shrivelled old crone
Who could save thieves a bullet
And few years in jail
there's no sign of her
In this fairytale
So where is the saviour?
The galant, the wise
The hero who kills
With a flick of his eyes
Well he's feeling tired
And wanted A treat
So he moved out of town
To a new penthouse suite
But he's still a hero
just sits around having fun
He's Got all his teeth
And his heads nice and dumb
Or maybe the authors
Just got carried away
And lost sight of the message
They want to convey
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
Greetings HelloPoetry community! Since arriving here, I've found a home I could have never imagined, and a support for my work that fills my heart with more joy than I can begin to express to you. I would like to offer a sincere thank you to all of my supporters, and anyone who has taken the time to peruse my work. Now, I must ask you all for one more favor. As a result of my exposure on this site, I was discovered by a publishing company, and have been included in a compilation of nine previously unpublished authors titled Cry Love (http://www.amazon.com/Cry-Love-More-Voices-Verse/dp/0692392408/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid;=1432052822&sr;=8-1&keywords;=andrew+Switzer). The book costs a mere ten dollars, and all of the proceeds go towards ensuring that we continue to find a venue for our linguistic gymnastics. Now, I'm not unreasonable. Anyone who purchases a copy, and spreads the word to their friends, family, and colleagues, will not go unrewarded. For what it is worth, I will help to spread the word of your works, and ensure that you gain exposure with my circle of friends and family, at the very least, in the hopes that you may one day be able to be published as well. This is a dream come true for me, and it would make it all the better if you would be able to purchase one copy, in support of the arts and the continued love for the manipulation of the English language. Thank you in advance to all who may purchase one, and best wishes to all!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tis not my mind
Nor my heart
Tis not my word
Nor my speech
These rhythmic impulses
Striking gently against my nerves
And dripping...
These droplets of harmony
Absorbed; on the pages of time
This verse or perhaps a tune
This theme or perhaps a symphony
To be sung or perhaps unsung
To be heard or perhaps unheard
Yet splashed and imprinted
On the score of a lovers heart
I be the lover; Him be my beloved
As I looked up to the heavens
And drank the pouring rain
Cascaded down from my beloved's abode
To soak and fill the cracks of my imagination
And you my friend!
A passersby;
In quest of your beloved's song
But when your beloved sings not,
Return..
Within,
To hear your silver chimes
Hear once and hear again
How the tumult ends
Rewarded or unrewarded
Never you are empty handed
Hence leave your instrument of doubt hither
On your stage of tenet
But seek and return; again
And see with each return
How your orchestra rises, how it plays
How you hear and how you sway
For then, you'll be the lover
But only He will be your beloved
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
Expanding into existence, perfectly formed
Given life by a soft gentle blow
Caught by the breeze to be carried away
Floating on by, languid and slow
Creating the ultimate joy at heart
With a life too short for it’s kind
Gifted it's sparkle as it is kissed by the sun
A more simplistic life it will never find
Such altruism should not go unrewarded
As I watch them skitter and dance and hop
I wonder?
Where do the bubbles go?
When they pop?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:06 AM UTC
What you should look for isn't . what the screen tells you (it) is(n't) suspicious, Look for . not what's packaged and left . unattended, Look what's right (be)for(e) you, It's the sparrows' shallow hops . down narrow aisles, They stop and go . unafraid and even if unrewarded . (it) do(es)n't stop them, Follow where they go and know what s(cr)een(s) can('t) be trusted.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
It just can’t be a coincidence,
that my origin is that of soil;
for it provides both fertility
and the strength for human toil.
Buried deep within my spirit is
Your garden, implanted with seeds;
once I’ve been tilled by You, Lord
I’ll meet one of Your Kingdom needs.
My life’s labor won’t go unrewarded,
for it’s scented with the perfume
of an authentic, Christian Faith.
Your words in me are a poetic bloom
that brings encouragement to others.
Will my humble life be as You planned?
O Lord, will Your expectations be met
with me still becoming… a glorious man?
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Gen 2:7; 2 Cor 9:10; 2 Thes 1:3;
Col 2:6-7; Jer 17:7-8 and
One day when we come to a deeper understanding of The Word of God, we shall find the term “Man” more palatable than even the term “Children of God.” For we shall realize that God’s preordained plan and election is to obtain a glorious man. -Jacobs Adewale
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
They called him
procrastinator
but he only was
apprehensive of the fact
that his words
may go unrewarded
he always was so reluctant
to mold his feelings into words
and voice them out
that was only why
she never heard one reason
of why she should stay
losing her all hopes
tired of aimless wait
she decided to leave
he tried to say those words
but it was too late
drowning in the sea of regrets
his apprehension transformed
into full blown fear
about his words
going to waste
and remain unnoticed
it was then he decided
to follow his heart
and to never let his fear
make him lose
what he loves !!
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
Sick of all the tears
Unrewarded volunteer
I still love you dear
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Beware, it’s the solitary girl
The stranger remark how odd a creature
How odd she is
Alone she walks, she eats, she sits, she reads
Beware,
It’s the solitary girl
Nothing in this life is left well enough alone and soon the rumors spin form the silver spoons; drugs, prostitution, no home, no hope
Whispers quicken, ‘ don’t let your children near the solitary girl
She relies on herself, **** dangerous girl
She holds her head high, never anyone at her side; poor solitary girl
What heartbreaks befall a person to turn them to be a solitary soul’ oh poor solitary girl
But she smiles and turns to the nosey eyes and announces to their trained airdropping ears
‘BEWARE! The solitary girl. I see the world as you distracted can’t, I appreciate the love your words spoils, I hear the bodies speak of all your scandals, beware of the solitary girl, I see the quiet unrewarded deeds and the secret affairs because the solitary girl - she IS an observer, of the world, keeper of our secrets, threat to your appearances, indeed, beware of the solitary girl.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
Collaborate with Society, By Chris.
In the world of our benefactors or such, others calling
Others collaborators. As if such a term were,
Shameful.
I ask you, what greater endeavor exists than
That of collaboration?
For example in our current unparalleled enterprise
Refusal to collaborate is simply a refusal to grow
Which some insistence on suicide if you will.
Did the lungfish refuse to breathe air?
It did not,
It crept forth boldly while its brethren
remained in the
Blackest ocean abyss.
With lidless eye forever staring at the dark.
Ignorant, is it not? Doomed despite their
internal vigilance.
Would we model ourselves on the
trilobite?
Would that mean all accomplishments of
humanity
Could fade, nothing more than a layer of
broken,
Plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil
Bed, sandwiched between a burgess shell, and
Eons worth of mud? In order to
Be true to our nature and our destiny, we must aspire
to
Greater things we have outgrown our cradle.
It is feudal to cry for mother’s milk when our true
sustenance
Await us, Among the stars! Therefore I say yes! I am
a collaborator! We all must collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we
expect to
Reap the benefits of unification. And reap we shall! Civic
deeds do not go unrewarded, and contrary wise complicity
with people's cause will
Not go unpunished. So please, be wise… Be safe, be aware.
We have plunged humanity into free-fall...
Now, is the moment to redeem ourselves.
© Chris .B 2017
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
educations for the derelicts,
who only terror kids
into thinking college is
for just that geniuses
who the scholars dig
man you know that's ignorant
only reading the print
we just need to be tying the one side of a splint
pricing just half that loaf
because you cut the corners off your toast
unrewarded genius?
that's a proverb
"read from left to right, top to bottom. that's the only way you'll get meaning from this"
funny how that's all they want heard
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
No good deed
Goes unrewarded
You brought illumination
To ancient humanity
And in return you got
Tied to a rock to be
An eternal last meal
Maybe you should
Have sided
with the titans.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
booms of color
flashes of chemical light
thumps of battling thunder
with red and white and blue.
freedom comes at a cost
and we remind ourselves on the 4th
of the seventh month of the Gregorian
what shells of flashing death can do.
if i can't feel the compressing flame in my chest
or hear the shells combust in earshot
i ask that you stay quiet
and keep on with your way of life.
we're taught to love this day
to be proud of our stars and stripes
to support the troops
and honor those that served.
i do love them.
i do support them.
but if we are adults within an adult world
we are only reinforcing the idea of war.
i know that we wouldn't be the nation we are without unjustly ******
i know that we wouldn't be the nation we are without justly ******
i know that we wouldn't be the nation we are if millions had not died
fighting to believe this world is fair and just and can be influenced to into right.
i know we are confused; a home, a state, a nation, a world
i know we have done wrong; oh so much wrong.
but i know that we also do right
i just can't see if time has allowed the scales to balance
great powers must fall, that is the cycle of all life
great deeds do not go unrewarded. material or immaterial.
i don't know where to stand in the sand, or where to draw the line
i do know i love the lights and laughs in the first week of July.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
let no trust in self
trust people to be themselves
be unrewarded
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
Chief Crazy Horse fought for his people.
He fought for the land that had been stolen from him,
The wildlife killed simply so that they could not have it,
And for accessory.
He explained how they didn't want or need their civilization,
That their great spirit intended them to live by the hunt.
They wished to live as their fathers before them lived,
To make the most out of life
To live and love.
To hunt and gather.
To create and build.
Crazy Horse now stands above the blood-stained land.
His words fall on ears that are glued to the sound of money,
He in unrewarded for his honor and left without a home.
He can only hope the white man will change their ways,
That they might hear his people cry, and they cry too.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC