"unwept" poems
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
When the dull day is passing by.
I sigh at evening, and again
I sigh when night brings sleep to men.
Oh! it were far better to die
Than thus forever mourn and sigh,
And in death's dreamless sleep to be
Unconscious that none weep for me;
Eased from my weight of heaviness,
Forgetful of forgetfulness,
Resting from care and pain and sorrow
Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;
Living unloved, to die unknown,
Unwept, untended, and alone.
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Star crossed lovers, were we
Passion burning bright
We took upon wings
It began to take flight
Wordless conversation
Your name on my breath
Macabre heart melodies
And the dance of death
My ultimate act of hope
An act of valor
Desolate tears
Adoration colored pallor
Acid dipped colloquy
Mind tires, succumbs
Angelic contradictions
Senses numbs
Whispers of footsteps
Paramours’ ceasefire
Blood spilled emotions
No longer my desire
Unwept severed promises
Hearts struggle to breathe
Disunite in same direction
Faceless anonymity
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
She was a girl no one could understand.
Her body was her voice
And she was screaming for someone to hear
The unwept tears that were caged by that night,
When she learnt stillness after the storm
Was the earths brave face mourning
What was lost in the fight.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
No longer does my pen bleed for me
No longer do my unwept tears
Form the ink that flows from my nib
Those days are gone
Farewell to those days
Of pages inked with caustic passion
No longer will they soak
In the bitter aftertaste of love
The madness has passed
The storm has settled
No more hiding from its crashing tides
Within the dreams of summer days
No more finding refuge in the daydreams of winter nightscapes
The storm has passed
And its woes have washed away with it
And for once I can say
That I can feel my heart beating again
I can feel the rush of a long forgotten vivacity
Pulsing through me
Filling me with hope once more
Passion
Warmth
Comfort
It's all coming back now
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
No need to flick the **** out of this monster
standing on a podium above our heads
looking down in distaste at what we, the poor, can do
or not do! Fodder, we are, trampled into stacks, rolled
into wretched bales and stacked skyhigh
on machines that run through precision.
Once done, they stand above and lord
over their handiwork as we
the minions, muscled in on our lives
struggle to keep the factories going
feeding the fat bellies and guns
that will silence others across the thin divide
of territorial useless wars
Once in a while the fucktories will open
and spew many newborn into the guts
and glory for the motherland where birth
and bread are numbered and named with
berets and bonhomie, pretend play
at camaraderie. We perish unwept
at the crack of dawn and gunfire in long lines
on a battlefield where ideals are shouted
and gas chambers await dissent.
Driven like oxen to the national abbatoir
hair, teeth and nails collected, bones crushed
for gelatine soup and flesh shredded
for fertilisers to grow more cattle
to be fed more hay
to man the factories and fucktories
to make more children
to polish the forces
to line up and lament our lot
Switch off the power.
Switch off the power
Switch off the power
Switch off the power..........
Author Notes
The revolution takes a step back to WW11.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
When sorrow fills me these silent hours,
When hope has flown o’er restless waves;
I watch the grey clouds sigh out heavens showers,
Awaiting blue skies to soon come again.
I think I know still, that the mind may turn brighter,
With each merry thought that blooms in its core;
How soon enough the year will grow lighter,
The tears kept unwept no more near the eyes door.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
I collected the currency of my failings inserting voices
into the deluge of my figurine dancing on the precipice
of my tainted visage.
But I was short of necessitates, fraudulent reimbursement
was reincorporated, and I was woven unwept as the distresses
of what I had done wove upon my silhouette.
Blank verses were woven on my pools of sky blue, now vacant
only snow flakes of nothingness fell on my perception.
I was not as before I was whole but concussed in creation.
Interwoven, incomplete essences of me. I wasn't that which
was reflected outwards, all that was now interlaced in an
abomination of false reflections and I paid the ultimate price.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Let it caress your bracing self,
Shrinking stones, held in recoil.
Let it travel up your slouching spine,
Tell all resistance it’s safe from harm.
Let it mend your perpetually clenched heart,
Open and expand, finally united with warmth.
Let it fill you with sight,
Sense the stirring of sadness and fright.
Let it all, let it go,
Feel in all entirety, safe from harm.
Let it go, let it all,
Unwept tears, contracted cries.
Let them in, let them all,
Your past and present,
Ups and declines.
Let it all, let it in,
Pleasure of life, the sense of the sane.
Inhale, exhale...
Self-uncontracted, existence begins.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:13 AM UTC
Death I bring to you, yes
Everlasting and unending, yes
A final gasp, one life less
To walk on soil or sail the seas
Here you come forth, with great speed and much ease
Over, your story is
Finished and unsung, unwept and unremembered you will be
Hell, this place is your new home, so abandon all if any hope
Out of life, now filled with death; a heap of misery and disgrace
You are placed into my care, taunted and tormented by the sight of my face from afar
Enter, feel welcome, in my realm but exit not, for here with me is the death of you and all
If any, of your hope
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
face down
in the drain
my diary i write
drops
in my brain
soot
clings
to my creosote
never burnt off
resolute
chimney
unwept memory polluted
of days
past
clinging.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
i sat
in my room
in complete isolation
i know
the attack
is coming again
but there
she was, standing
a face covered by hair
i felt
numbness started to fade
and now im about to burst
her cry--
the loudest of all the silent cries--
broke my heart
finally, i shed
my unwept tears of eons
twas when i felt alive
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
One who has anger kept
Has never ever he leapt
Beyond boundary and wept
For his misfortune slept
Because of his wrong concept
As Ashwathama’s concept.
Nobody here is ever unwept;
So don’t always backswept
By certain emotions inept
Like Anger and have percept
Which lead you be a nympholept.
Be the person who has crept
For perfection – void of windswept –
Attained salvation and stepped
Into ever-increasing peace precept.
Those who avoided it adept
To tell that peace in mind unswept;
Anger, A Vice not Virtue except
For those who has clear concept.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
Do you ever wonder,
where we go?
If I'll see you,
when we know.
If you'll sleep
without the light,
Or wake up
with eyes wide bright.
and if you'll see
the secrets kept
by those so
weary and unwept.
who have not gone
to sleep just yet,
but have to stay
to keep our debts.
Those weary ones
who may not sleep
nor rest their eyes
while others weep.
and have to ask
what truth is right,
and question still
where is the light.
or is it that
the light is there,
amidst those left
to pay our fares.
around the world
we all call home
in every day
and all we're shown
I guess we'll find out
when we know.
In every time,
we use our voice,
to speak our mind,
or! just rejoice,
and every thing
we love or hate,
and everyone
who called us mate,
and every where
we went to see,
I cannot say,
I do not know
I guess we'll find out
when we go
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
There was a time that I was unfilled
searched and dropped in an ocean
in the deep water the last hope lost
bombs exploded and shells bursted
the whole of me was decanted
a remnant that seems muted
but one that's alive and lasting
There was a time that I was waiting
to be seen, loved, deserved and adored
like the lentil sat in the water to sprout
and the state withered, lowly swallowed
the brokenness of it ached, stakes gone
the bets were a loss drained on the grounds
as the escalator crept it's way up
There is moment in the present day
where the awoken me is a desire
a goal to believe within my depths
touching the instincts and procures
not hurt and not wanting to believe
neither relying on the adoration to sate
as the state of lone licked all the tears
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC