"untraveled" poems
*
In the end
Life numbs YOU
Why are you pushing me away?
With this final masquerade
Given UP
In pieces
Crawling away
I am powerless
Bringing me One step closer
To Somewhere I belong
*With Heavy heart
What I've done?
LOVED YOU..!
I'm a paper-cut survivor
Let me bleed it out
Let me burn it down
I've no more sorrow
What's this new divide?
I'm Breaking the Habit of LIFE
Shadow of the Day elongating
I'm Waiting for the end
I remain the messenger of LOVE
Lying for YOU from life
Guilty all the same
From the inside
Let me crawl back in your life
In the castle of glass
Give a Place for my head
Otherwise I'll be gone
I'm out of time now
Traveling the roads untraveled
With black heart
I am rider of the storm
Living the Battle Symphony
Burning in the skies
So don't let down me
I'm victimized
So slow Ya roll
Let me hit the floor
Away from lies greed misery
See Inside me
In the end we made it
with YOU
I LOVE In the end
*********
Love can save our LIVES
*
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
Dew Diligence
to reap the rewards of a world of magic
and appreciation of earning
the clouds of doubt and pain
must be experienced
the piper must be payed
the fear of life reconciled
with the acceptance of death
leaving no stone unturned
no path untraveled
the mind set free in observation
the binds loosened in anticipation
maintaining your resilience
the tears must fall
your dew diligence
Gomer LePoet..
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
I seek for things unknown...
I seek for the uncertain
I seek for the inanimate
It's a continuous gnawing hunger - of finding, discovering...
Traversing a world untraveled.
Unknown and hidden
Secret in my head
I do not search for utter understanding
I do not search for the right answer to life's greatest question
I do not search for comfort in knowing
The unknown is magnificent
The mysteries of life, left unfound, left to be sought...
But not to be found...
But to get lost in it
I seek to lose myself to life...
Not the crude life of just wasting away my freedom...
I seek to lose my life for something so much greater than myself
My soul yearns to get lost in the wilderness of the unknown
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
Tainted by the blood moon, I lay awake
Night air swept through my window and I escaped
What’s over the hill and behind the shadow?
Dreadfully that answer I already know
Nothing worth seeing, the adventures over
Some cattle fields and a lonesome hollow
But if only for a moment or so
I could remember the wonder of my childlike soul
I tossed my cold feet to the floor
Placed upon my shoulders that afghan, never worn
Set out to the hills off in the distance
That feeling of adrenaline, an adventures mistress
The old 2 lane route 302
Had became an untraveled pave way at quarter to 2
She spoke my name and the trees listened
Walnuts fell on the old tin roof of Mr. Simmons
*“Look beyond Alone,
There’s more to this road than what you think you know
Keep walking now you’re almost there
No longer will you be afraid whence you’re spared.”*
What was the night saying to me?
I wasn’t sure because it was then that I couldn’t see
So travelling the road I did proceed
Looked to the finish it wasn’t far to be
My pace was in scurry like atop was gold
But I found soon out this wasn’t so
Nothing was there waiting I need
Another lonely place as silent as she
The rolling meadows done nothing for me
Like a blind man being amongst the sea
But in the distance it came crashing on me
And my eyes were opened immediately
My house was burning that I could see
And everyone else’s on the street
Dying alone snuggled in bed
Smoke inhalation now they're dead
I watched the night turn to red
**Like the blood moon had tainted my soul
Fire roamed the street that once was home**
All the neighbors that wouldn’t speak to me
Charred to death and forever they sleep
I guess it was intuition to leave
It seems like maybe the night had saved me
And here I sit alone again
Thinking of that autumn dark, I remembered my sin
Crystal **** on a wild weekend
I killed them all and no one knows
The blood moons curse on my soul
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Hungry stones line the narrows
a jagged, muddy trail
aspen trees as pharaohs
gaunt columns of massive scale
Broken wagon pieces lie
testament to treachery
splintered axles cry
hopeless dwell in reverie
only insects fly
Lonely road disintegrate
loose shades of beige and brown
fallen roadsigns instigate
nature steal the crown
Hungry stones in narrows
still are left unfed
bodies strewn with arrows
death they do not dread.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
As I lie beneath the starlit sky,
Thoughts of you and I fill my mind.
Not knowing how or why,
We meet in this grand old starlit sky.
I cherish each text,
Delivered with love, humor and adoration;
The darkness that you feel is you,
Will, hopefully, fade into
The light, which I claim to be.
Never going nor coming,
This path feels uncertain,
And steps are shaky as untraveled paths are said to be.
Living in the moment
Of stillness and glimpses of grandeur from above,
It is all I see now.
Perhaps the stars will lead me home,
As they did not so long ago,
When seafarers roamed the ocean,
As I now, roam the earth beneath the starlit sky.
- By the soul farer! -
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 5:54 AM UTC
The Condition of My Heart
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
There's no need for anyone else to get excited:
The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers.
But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir,
How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets!
Mystery
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
She was a mystery:
Her lips were parched ...
but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans.
I continued delaying ...
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I continued delaying ...
the words I should speak
the promises I should keep
the one I should dial
despite her cruel denial
I continued delaying ...
the shoulder I must offer
the hand I must proffer
the untraveled lanes
we may not see again
I continued delaying ...
long strolls through the seasons
for my own selfish reasons
the remembrances of lovers
to erase thoughts of others
I continued delaying ...
to save someone dear
from eternities unclear
to make her aware
of our reality here
I continued delaying ...
Keywords/Tags: Munir Niazi, Urdu, Punjabi, translation, Pakistan, Lahore, love, love hurts, heart, heartbreak, condition, mystery, pashto, relationship, delay, delays, delaying, mrburdu
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
This ship has set sail
With a crew of fifty good men
And twenty heavily coated dogs
Over half the crew will be dead
By the time we reach our destination
On this secret government expedition
Journey to the bottom of the world
To find the Southern Pole
The wind blows us where no life lives
But the bitter cold
From North America
Past the southern tip of Argentina
Harbored at the Falkland Islands
For our last taste of civilization
Six months
Or maybe it was a year or more at sea
To the icy shores of another planet
Encased in endless days of darkness
The ship became marooned
In frozen oceanic tundra
For many winter nights
We the crew chiseled, shoveled
And pick-axed our way to break free
Of our prison made from solid crystal air
Finally unyielding land ahead
An unmovable iceberg
We dock and unload
Steady our sea legs to skis and sleds
The dogs take off across this untraveled land
Pulling us in tow
Faster against the frigid wind
Than our own frostbitten limbs would allow
Ninety degrees south latitude lies somewhere ahead
Blanketed in fresh snowfall and ice storms
Supplies and moral run low as this weary travel continues on
Shaded in zero visibility we set camp for the night
Harbored against the soulless chill
In a frozen crevice of ice mountain
Our health deteriorated and the dogs drained
Polar sleep sets in
The arctic wind chills us to the bone
And my cold eyes close
Sep 24, 2011
Sep 24, 2011 at 7:28 AM UTC
Guess you're gone again
Watched you walk away;
You always said breathe out then in;
Know you'll be back someday.
Same seeks same to find its home
Not meant to chase the vogue
Some souls are surely made to roam
Rebel always chooses Rogue.
And rebels need a reason
We can’t abide bad laws; yet
Against the heart there is no treason
When standing for a Cause.
Always loved unspoken things
Like the thrill of open sky
Every bird must find its wings
To let go of fear and finally fly.
Beneath your chest there beats a fire
A powerful creature that needs to be free
Weave these words into the pyre
This is who you’re meant to be.
And I refuse to be your cage,
Won’t bind your feet or blind your soul
Won’t consign you to dance on broken stage, ‘cos
You’re meant for more than that role.
Can’t hide a sky of stars in a box
Can’t bottle a boundless tide,
Can’t block nature behind black locks,
Though I’m ashamed to say I’ve tried.
If you must fade to find your grace
Because you’re made of art,
Just know you always have a place
Wherever waits this heart.
So,
You’re always free to go, and
Seek each untraveled road;
Build your dream abode.
Just please hear this song
That I’ve been singing all along:
I’ll always prove your fears were wrong, for
Some things will not erode.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
The road beyond is
Long, and untraveled.
Empty, barren,
And I step forward.
Cold and damp at my bare feet
But determined to find my way,
I continue.
Every step,
Painstaking.
Every time I stumble,
Heartbreaking.
I keep going.
Rocks and rough ground
My feet begin to bleed.
But I must walk this road.
I reach the end and look back.
Avast mountains and lakes,
There lies the beginning of the road at the horizon.
Miles I've come,
And all too soon I could fall,
But I grasp your hand as you pull me
Over this railing,
And save me from falling again.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
You are corrosive
Bad for my health,
Your smell makes me gag
And your stare makes me cringe.
Every time I talk to you,
I need a cigarette.
My body starts to sweat
And I cannot look at your face.
You must be a demon
Has the Devil sent you?
Or maybe it was God
To mark all of my transgressions.
I can't decide which is my punishment
Being in your general vicinity
Or the flashbacks that keep me from sleeping.
Maybe I'm going crazy,
Off the deep end, as they say.
All I remember is your curled, slimy lips
As they pressed against mine.
Your pudgy, grimy hands
As they explored my body.
Areas they had no right to trespass.
Then your memory triggers his.
His low, barely-audible voice
Penetrating my eardrums as if it was a siren
The way he looked at me, a child
As if I was much older.
His hands, I remember those too
They roamed the, at that time,
Untraveled and desolate crevices of my silhouette
A child's.
I remember how when I crawled on top of him
The journey felt like it took years.
His long legs seemed even longer than they were
And I seemed even smaller than I was.
The two of you have each destroyed
Different parts of me.
One part was innocence
The other was control.
Now I have neither.
You have taken everything from me
And I will give my life to get it back.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
I am the rain, filled up inside the ditch
the flood's rockets shooting to the sky
the black mystery in the electric stars, shocking
vaporizing my waves and the boats float on, plunged, and sinking
and the tidal waves keeps coming and beating whatever hand I throw up
to hold myself onto the plank and I drift away and fade away
in your eyes as they send the whole ocean to me and I'm blown away to
space in a space untraveled, and float without gravity or anything to hold me
and then split in two, one colliding toward earth and back to the ocean to
feel you drowning me with your eyes that echo the waves
and the moonlight fills my soul as the tree of life burns
and back up, far away
I still am floating and going farther, and farther away, entering in the
claustrophobia and the beautiful queen looks at me but can't choose which one,
the floating man who will one day vanish, or the man who keeps drowning with obsession
so, the right decision would be to say neither
but it doesn't solve anything, really
I kept pulling you inside,
so close until I died under your weight
and the rockets keep shooting up from the depths of the ocean
and I keep looking down at the definition of the shore
and the box keeps opening with new tricks and new
obsessions and the screams echo the screams in your eyes which flood
everything inside of me, and the screams echo the screams
and the screams echo the screams
and I'm poured out, your eyes, your body
it's changed
it's new
somehow
I collapse under your weight and your beauty, if you only knew
the waves and space are one (and could we be, I think, could we be)
yet the screams echo the screams
the screams echo the screams
the screams cannot be heard in space, or underwater
but that doesn't mean they aren't there
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
white, blank page
stretches out before me,
a highway untraveled.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
calloused hands
massage my unwound fists.
hungrily touching my line covered palms.
a strong force
has me in a silent grip.
patiently pulling me to an untraveled edge.
"Where am I going?"
"What am I doing?"
"Is this all too rash?"
but back in the moment,
all I know is that this feels good,
so I'll stop talking.
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
.
The whole world sees me
Because I could not linger
I am untraveled
.
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC
My body is a roadmap
Dotted with state lines and stretch marks and red arrows pointing to You Are Here.
There are scars like flags crossing my arms claiming gripping holding fast to this
Earth this life
Highways that lead nowhere
Train tracks that click clack against my ribcage
Cars that rumble in my brain.
Exhaust fumes fogging thoughts.
My body wears these hills on my chest like rugged territory unstaked unstated these weight plateaus like failure flatlining against the horizon.
My body is untraveled unfolded uncreased
These eyes like lakes see depth from new perspective dipping fresh into cool clear vision.
These legs like rivers cut through worlds rushing hard and fast
This head like boulder
steady and stoic even with anxiety
quaking through my core.
My body is a roadmap.
I seek only adventures within.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
I know it's out there,
everywhere but in my hand
anywhere but in my blood
somewhere just outside my reach
crushing my ability to see the blue blue sky
tearing at the very fabric that keeps me whole and in line with the stars as they circle the moon
While you and he and she
scurry to earn and die
in a fully respectable fashion
you surely go in haste
under appreciating the paces and rhythms of my earth
unaware that mans made time trickles through your theories
unconscious of the many corridors and pantheons untraveled
I see the relics of my exploration- I just can't return without the map...
the one that fuels the ride, navigates my skies and brings me home
so that I can feel what I must feel
so that my time, my time
passes me by
on my own terms
not the terms of another
who knows not my heart
who knows not my mind
who knows not my soul
Dec 18, 2009
Dec 18, 2009 at 12:37 PM UTC
there is solace in the path untraveled
when it leads to the sea's tranquility
I hear the sound of the water's roar
see waves crashing out on the beach
feel the wind brush across my face
as I taste the ocean's salty kiss
then a perfect sunset paints a scene
of purples and reds and tangerine
watch the stars slowly dot the sky
sprinkling lights across a velvet night
listen as the night birds call to me
fly away with us, set your heart free
and when fireflies are flitting around
like starlets plucked from high above
I return to where this started from
refreshed enough to visit my dreams....
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
This isn't the time for a blueprint,
there's no time for a sketch,
a rough draft,
a note,
pushing off into waters untraveled,
my soul is my sail,
my body my boat.
The only map that I need is my thumbprint,
the only compass I need is my heart,
no one said this journey was simple,
I learn nothing from just sitting still,
I must start.
So I glide on the wings of my eternal voice,
and I soar knowing well I may fail,
but I don't need any net to catch me,
I have seen both sides of the shadowy veil...
And I will greet this world with dust on my feet,
and I will sing at the top of my voice,
nothing can stop me from finding myself,
nothing can save me
this God-given choice.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Plastered to the atmosphere
Breathing in my almost fear
Of being lost or being here
Or being the cry I've begun to hear
When I've become dust in the stratosphere
When the sun expands and burns away
A million cells of human display.
Like the H from two O
All my senses begin to go.
I'm the afraid and lost
That comes with the daunting cost
Of my life unraveled
Like a galaxy untraveled.
I've fallen into space.
I've finally found my place.
I'm nothing in a galaxy of existential being
Not worth hearing. Not worth seeing.
Just a little star dust
Cast out from the sun
But life broke my trust
And the universe won.
--Emily Rutledge
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
If you cant listen
To the repitory words
I've spilled from my
Lips and hand
For a time now
I can't make you
If you can't appreciate
The endless trail of my
Wanting to please you
Pining giving and waiting
For much too long
I can't make you
I see and hear
The words you choose
and actions you use
It weighs heavy on my heart
Leans, no yanks me
To witness where
You would take me
With no regard to
a smile or frown
Upon my face or heart
I can't make you
I can take my own advice
And change my life
So I stay sane
And admit
As I've had so many
Times before
I'll be taking this door
All alone.
Because, I can't make you
I cant make you
I can admit I was wrong
This doesn't make me happy
I need more then
just sassy presence
I can pull myself together
Even though inside me
The weather is so grey
But I can't make you
I can't make you
it pains me
To admit to the world
Im trying to lit
Is so rough and
Untraveled, I was so
Encouraged,.convinced
If I gave more
Did it all
Gave every moment
Only to you
Id feel a darkness
Inside me subside
And its not
Its growing out of control
And given me a hole
I can't balance anything on
I need more and
I can't make you
Make you love me.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
The trials of life — they take me on yet another journey
Along a road as yet untraveled by even MY imagination
The tempestuous winds of change blow even harder still —
They knock me down — it seems for a moment that all is lost
But I get back up, and I brush myself off
And I feel the familiar pain, and I live the confusion
Only in the darkness of sleep, will I find my safe-haven
Sweet, blissful sleep — my cherished illusion
Until another day brings me closer to my destination
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Tell me, my moondark one, how come that
our journey remained untraveled;
from mirror to mirror into eternity
our passages were left uncrossed?
For the mirage of shedding a light,
we rather chose to immerse into the outer world
than become one with each other's.
Since when were we this hollow
turning into shallow ones,
who are unfaithful to their dreams?
Tell me, that how come
that the snake is already bitting his own tail
for the circle is full now,
and I still wish to tell our never-ending story?
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC