Unseens poems on Hello Poetry

Peter Jul 2020

,

     Kneel down and repent
     for you have sinned
     In this town you fail to
     see those unseens;
     Trudge the steep cliff
     and hold the lethal knife.
     Stabbed thyself
     to free from one's life.

                  Filthy lucer won't be sealed,
                  neither from one's money.
                  Alack! No au revior shall be said,
                  for they inscribe rapacity.
                  Nestle in the arms of perils—
                  won't be freed from the angels.
                  Bestowed solace thru the guise
                  and besiege for some lies.

     Behold these men
     who **** just not to die—
     Bespeak Words to gratify
     death—to beatify.
     Deceive, for greed
     makes them alive.
     Perish, not to escape,
     neither hide—
     divulge truth; revive.

For the meantime, I will be changing my name to Sant Alessandro. I was known as the Primo Pollux a year ago and I became busy for such a long time. So, I am here to come back.

#society #freedom #unheard #history

Karina Norris-Veirs Feb 2016

Unseen

She strolls the green fields
With mist trailing in her wake
Looking for something
What she knows not

A dream pulled her
To this misty green
Searching for something
Possibly something unseen

He mounts his steed
Kicking him hard in the flanks
Racing to somewhere
Leaving the known in his wake

A dream pulled him
To mount his dark steed
Searching for something
Possibly something unseen

Into the forest they both went
Unknown to eachother
In a clearing
That's where they met

Her hazel eyes shone in the moonlight
Beneath hooded lashes dark
His steed glistening from sweat
As he dismounts in the forest dark

Unknowing what to speak
They let nature take the lead
They have found what was unseen
Under the moons twilight gleam

Rose red lips
Sink deep into calloused ones flesh
Leather hands became velvet
As he held her close to him

Their moment of ecstasy
Lasting till the twilight tall
They heeded the dreams
They heeded fates call

Her a lowly chamber maid
Him a high prince
Came together for just one night
Of the unseens presence

What do you do in the unseen?

Concoxide Aug 2017

Sifting For Gold in a Stream of Consciousness

nobody reads poetry
only me, or so it seems
solemnly I'm sowing dreams
in columns, reaching over eaves

for I've new peaks to reach
a few more deep breaths to breathe
so that even in duress i keep well kempt
and form steadfast beliefs

easy path foregoing
i am soldiering past the average unknown
it's hard to reach ones soul
beneath the depths of the
stacked up stress we hold

so with all laid out and so boldly released
all told, withholding no secret unseens
plainly, i seek only gold in a stream
of consciousness, sifting through
thoughts for a dream

some inkling of a twinkling light
a time-space continuum conceptualized
that eye widening mental nugget defined
like the precious metals we steadily mine

for that raw ore when forged
forms the ornaments you see
displayed on a bland page
so shiny and clean

a tiny charm to remind us of our
ark of timeless art
so the heart we feel deprived of
arrives to gulp from the fountain
that founded life's spark.

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