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"unworried" poems
In the silence and misunderstandings that separate us I need to believe there is a place where we can meet a place of mottled light where the only shadows are painted by ancient firs who conspiratorially lean open, welcoming hands down to greet us. It is a place where all thoughts of judgment and jealousy are simply too petty for consideration love being implicit in the moisture of the air words are unnecessary for our eyes reveal everything we ever want to say. Fear and resentment are unknown here we refuse to recognize them if they slither into this haven while we are sleeping restful, innocent, unworried history does not exist, the moment held is enough. If this vision were dispelled, my soul could not sustain reality’s weight. I would be battered, fragile as a spiraled whelk on deceptively smooth rocks splintered by hate and unwillingness to be as the sea, fluid and graceful, all encompassing. Will you come with me here? Or is the hour too late? We can meet in this hollow sacred space and begin again, let loose misconceptions clouding the life we share. The path is faint trust your weary heart it will lead us to each other.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Sacred Space
Yarn over needle In the fond hope That something Will come out of this union Stitches that create Filled squares and empty Walls that end a cell Start off another Like the Maker’s design The pattern emerges Unhurried, Unworried by its beauty
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Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
Filet crochet
a steady calm, a deep knowing unhurried, unworried Soul growth is primary, a journey, never stationary independant, yet woven together always honouring one another Love does not boast or confine if one must go, give them time birds in the sky, snakes in the sand they never worry about being fed or by which Hand God is all-knowing though we are gifted with free will, there is a plan for each life woven together by His intricate skill
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Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
Manifest Destiny
More time runs away as fast as it can More lost dreams lie wasted, not part of the plan If the future could share a warning It would see our concern growing A light in the night can’t be so bad But it kills you if darkness is all you have The light can take your sight It can rob you blind tonight With the light on the horizon getting brighter The burden on our back isn’t getting lighter So the hopeless soldier on in vain And the champions stay out of the rain Only to find their fulfilled hopes flimsy imitations Of a life spent unworried of negative connotations A bad dream never wakes the tired souls A grim future doesn’t worry those with no goals
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May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
Light in the Night
we are flowing, growing. like flowers twiddling away the syrupy hours feverantly running, we have nothing but our breath free from gravity; we are tripping, skipping. through parking lots weary of these individual thoughts syrup flowing over pages times is nothing, we are ageless conscious-less, in bliss. like serenity but full with unearthly energy we are chances, advances. like wild fire running through night without tire we are harmony, calm sea. potential unworried by what's consequential we are youth, love. surreality
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC
we'll flow
The clock ticks and ticks The seconds, minutes, hours pass The clock looks down from it's perch on the wall The heart questions its validity And sighs. The body grows and prospers The thought of degenerating, down-grading persists The body takes itself in and wants to embrace the only moments it has The brain becomes distracted and lost in its own perception And sighs. The Earth, the only planet where love is known to exist The clock has no jurisdiction over it The Earth, in all its cosmic glory and all-knowingness The body, such a sin to let it rot from the inside out, Sighs. The clock, the body, the brain, the heart, the Earth The ticking, the rotting, the thinking, the sighing, the all-knowing The clock measures the body, and the body, the Earth The Earth, with no heart or brain of its own, spins unworried Yet sighs.
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Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Abstract Sadness in the Third Dimension
Suspended in time Weightless and unworried We hang on to the moment Sedated magic unhurried His scent is captivating and wild Forever embedded in my brain Masculine and crisp A few hints of the earth after a rain Insecurities held at bay I live inside your sanctuary Your embrace keeps me safe My senses relaxed and unwary
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Him
Forever in a heartbeat, beat, beat; a thousand heartbeats; a thousand forevers. Somewhere the sunbeams catch your hair alighting gently like sparrows at the tips, turning each fly-away in turn a subdued golden hue which radiates softly from your eyes. Quiet sighs echo through the sheets; Good morning, my love. Unhurried, unworried; Let's spend the day here. Fading in and out, in and out of consciousness to the sound of you breathing beside me; waking up to feel your arms loosely pulling me back. It's still too early yet; though the sun has long since turned dark. A crooked smile—the most beautiful thing I have ever seen— and your voice telling me to Dream sweetly. We'll eat in the morning. Morning comes to rain; rain falls to autumn. Beside me a yellow slip on the pillowcase reads I don't love you. I smile and listen for the sound of your footsteps. I hear you, whistling tunelessly, and you call to me; Have you woken yet? As I meet you in the kitchen I find your eyes and silently shake my head. I suppose one more day couldn't hurt.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
forever
Mad Furious Rage Enraged Hostile These are all the words that don’t describe who I am as a person Forward Brash Bold Unfrightened Unapprehensive Words that I wished that described who I am. Reserved Calm Brassy Free Easy Words that other people say that describe who I am. Angry Tranquil Unworried Unease Words that describe who I am. Now ask yourself Who am I?
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Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
Who am I?
In a far off land where Lions and bear Roam around inciting no Fear Where, the lion can be small And the mouse big And the unicorns can prance through halls And the birds do not need to fly Where mice don’t need to be afraid And foxes have no need to be sly Where the ****** past of the rabbit, Is solemnly and regretfully acknowledge By its many oppressors and killer in ways deemed fit Where the ***** and the ***** Do not need to bow their heads in shame As victims of Sin Where the fish can love the butterfly And the leopard plays with the lamb A world in where the sky Is lit by the lights Of ten thousand moths Unworried about danger of sight And in where the sparrows swim And the fire burns in the lake Where the conflict has at last Been resolved in ways thought impossible.
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Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Unto the World We know
Shivering in the tempest of his eye, go to him, martyred spirit, go where sleep is like oblivion, pure, and pain falls from the broken soul. Washed by the gaze of a dreadful god, pursued through the years, Io, chaste, unheard, in the dust of a somnolent world, you have gone where darkness bathes the naked. You have traced the silent correspondence, have seen, smelled, tasted infinity where life is a distant flower, where to sleep is to wake in an empty bower. The touch of a mother's hand upon your quivering arm, c'est goût Néant; the life of oblivion for the ravished soul, the ***** the wine of dreamless sleep. What the infinitude sought so long? Where behind confused words lives unity, crepuscular, deep, where entropy is order, order is complete? Now, translated beneath this ground you may sleep  un sommeil profonde, undisturbed by setting suns, still unheard by clamoring men. Sleep, pious poet, sleep, beneath the unworried sway of timeless worlds, where sound, smell, touch, and sight blend as in a sensed but senseless night.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
To Charles Baudelaire
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging. Riding these things out is like riding a bike. If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office! Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful. One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them. The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die! Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky. At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together either they bend with grace or they break.
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
Prayer for the Storm Riders
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging. Riding these things out is like riding a bike. If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office! Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful. One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them. The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die! Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky. At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together either they bend with grace or they break.
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we're driving home. it's raining and car lights shine through rain-splattered windshields like angry neon brushstrokes. sometimes i think i can see every single color of the rainbow when i stare at white streetlights. sometimes those chromatic hallucinations make me think of all the beauty trapped under our skins. water splashes under the car's tires. the sound lulls me to drowsiness. how long has it been, i wonder, since i last fell asleep in a car seat unaware and unworried. the sky is dark. it darkened hours ago. i can still feel its warmth on my skin, if i close my eyes, and think of noon. if i breathe in, moisture fills my throat and my lungs and everything becomes just a little clearer. i live for rainy days.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
chromatic hallucinations
The grass smells sweet. The breeze blows a warm wind, Leaves floating from the trees and ground. A beautiful day indeed. Lightly moving a hand side to side, The softness of the grass giving a sensation Indescribable. A conversation so just and pure as a newborn. Feeling safe and unworried. Moments of happiness in a depressed mind. The one thing known for sure. A glance down. “Gabe” Dog print LCHS GABRIEL ISAIAH DION MARTINEZ In the arms of his family Mar. 18, 1998 In the arms of Jesus Apr. 08, 2018 Grey and black granite block with a black and bronze plate on top. Her safe place.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
Safety.
the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it somewhere someone and something and nothing at all is dying or is dead and all the silent people and all the silent animals and all the silent organisms will do nothing to save them the time passes slowly at mach speed and the earth ceases to turn and the people and the animals and the organisms are crushed by the force of the lack of movement the sun implodes and the universe is momentarily covered in beauty and debris and particles of carcasses before there is nothing of what had and could have been in a different galaxy and cosmos and timeline the sun shines brightly as it was meant to with no intention to change its routine the people and the animals and the organisms cohabit earth peacefully having unlocked the secrets of life and death and all in between before and after earth turns lackadaisically and nothing and no one and no being could ever persuade or force it to stop the night is full and loud and boisterous and bright and alive and filled with joyful chatter and excited calls and unhurried and unworried din particles float in space and smash gently together and greet each other with nonexistent smiles and impossible words in unknown languages asteroids soar by with inaudible how do you dos and vanish before there is any answer or inquiry as to where they plan to go black holes swirl happily inviting all the particles and asteroids and stars and matter and antimatter and dark matter into their vapid embrace solar systems cry noisily as their bedtime approaches and fight against the current of time and space and emptiness and nothingness and struggle against the flow atoms and molecules find romance within one another and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves the stars grow agitated and burst into dull rock and grow agitated and burst into flame until the can no longer explain their agitation and burst into nothing in an enraged fit just past all the things is a small planet that was in the past and has passed and will pass in the future and is passing right now and the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
dizzy
the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it somewhere someone and something and nothing at all is dying or is dead and all the silent people and all the silent animals and all the silent organisms will do nothing to save them the time passes slowly at mach speed and the earth ceases to turn and the people and the animals and the organisms are crushed by the force of the lack of movement the sun implodes and the universe is momentarily covered in beauty and debris and particles of carcasses before there is nothing of what had and could have been in a different galaxy and cosmos and timeline the sun shines brightly as it was meant to with no intention to change its routine the people and the animals and the organisms cohabit earth peacefully having unlocked the secrets of life and death and all in between before and after earth turns lackadaisically and nothing and no one and no being could ever persuade or force it to stop the night is full and loud and boisterous and bright and alive and filled with joyful chatter and excited calls and unhurried and unworried din particles float in space and smash gently together and greet each other with nonexistent smiles and impossible words in unknown languages asteroids soar by with inaudible how do you dos and vanish before there is any answer or inquiry as to where they plan to go black holes swirl happily inviting all the particles and asteroids and stars and matter and antimatter and dark matter into their vapid embrace solar systems cry noisily as their bedtime approaches and fight against the current of time and space and emptiness and nothingness and struggle against the flow atoms and molecules find romance within one another and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves the stars grow agitated and burst into dull rock and grow agitated and burst into flame until the can no longer explain their agitation and burst into nothing in an enraged fit just past all the things is a small planet that was in the past and has passed and will pass in the future and is passing right now and the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it
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A fleeting whisp of eternal glory, Developing the reflective protagonist in one's own story. The heat and sun, describable only as warm, Reflect youth in spirit, even when age's experience grows worn. To subsist freely, unencumbered in an unworried state of time, Already aware that this seasonal pleasure lies predominantly in the mind, Remain conscious to yourself and your life's plot, For love will last, while your life will not. Radiant heat on the toes of my feet, Tingling sun supplies vibes describable only as upbeat. An unexplained aura of melodic euphoria, Supplying the vigor emanating out of nature's own formula. Summer's enticing gaze lucidifies the bulk of this year's haze, Incorporating without a doubt the height of our own glory days. A summer long repose from school and servitude. Shape your own destiny, practicing all year to maximize the magnitude, Of a precious few chances to make the most of something great: The solidarity of choice, a free and open space. The kind of unique youthful place, Available only in summer break.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Scent of Summer
Apparently theres actually a bad time for love. Apparently theres a lack of sentiment from those above. Apparently were being watched by fed and all his homies. Apparently if i **** up ill end up far below me. Gradually the trees will grow and give of lots of zen. Gradually our bodies break apart while we pretend. Gradually we find ourselves until we meet our end. I miss the feeling of being young, knowing nothing at all. Blissfully running through life, unworried if you'll fall. Life is but a dream, Until you are awakened. Rising abrupt from slumber, feeling chopped like lumber..
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Apparent
The slow breathing, Before the fast; Until my body is shocked with the sudden reaction. My mind that takes over my heart, Will never learn to be controlled. I will never know what it feels like to be relaxed. Just to be unworried, Fearless, Brave, & to trust. & through the darkness, The light appears dead in silence. Only the sound of fear, Plays in my head. Only the sound of my breath, When I try to gasp for air. My mind pushes strong; There is no limit. My heart is pushed so far; It works so hard. & then the air within my body, Cannot be controlled. My breathing, So hard. So heavy. So fast. & Im at the point where I cannot breathe. It feels so harsh, So painful. My body weakens. My body is dizzy. My fingers & toes are so numb as I shake. It just feel like there is an earthquake. Im unable to walk. These attacks are controlling me. & with the dehydration my body goes through, The water that is finally taken into me, Drowns me when I need the moisture. Its so hard to think with confusion. Its so hard to focus with distraction. Its so hard to try and catch my breath, When hyperventilation takes over.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Anxiety #3
Your eyes meet mine Piercing, I'm Caught unaware Scared, unprepared Your stare leaves me naked I can no longer fake it I'm so confused and unsure Hesitant, wanting more Your hands trail slowly I'm losing all control of me Intimate, scorching heat My heart can't help but skip a beat Your fingers tracing down my spine Makes me think we've nothing but time Their path is leisurely, unhurried Winding, arching, and unworried Silence falls, cheeks flushed red Leaning in, I press my head Soothingly, against your chest Hearing each and every breath You inhale deep Open your mouth to speak At a loss for words All unsaid is heard
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
The Unspoken
say numbers the little white toothed sliver of a grin hair breathlessly tousled about fingers stairs (winding) upwards constantly tall moments of absolute singleness into 4 hands 2 fingers inside lips strictly around to eat 2 lips 30 minutes of ultra caressed hyper scrupulous tense heaving ; say numbers 7,205 seconds until reaches the startling pinnacle of über sensuous gangling drugged with blonde milk suddenly supple between, "my dear," count as to count by more than 20 digits to feverishly blunder through hurried wanting to crush, ( say numbers and speak not numbly of the nimble bumbling of thy pale fracas an earth will be born from within wishing will to will unworried a fraction cut beneath the navel by a tremendously incalculable urging to rush )
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Untitled
Hollow beating filling the silence. Flutter of a butterfly's wings. Is all I hear. I turn around In all my dreaming; he's here. To get me done with. To ruin my life. To destroy my life. I'm dreaming. Probably not the most violent of them all. He sees me. I look and he's got a tear dripping from his chin only to dissolve into his cotton shirt. I look unworried. Because I'm dreaming. All the sudden It switched total different perspectives. I'm him. The body limp in a chair. It's me. The face of a girl I never knew. I never knew truly. I know this is the happiest of dreams when he doesn't put a finger on me. One of my dreams. I didn't end with silent death.
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Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Dreams
He's been out for a while now Roaming the woods beyond the walls Angered by his fellowmen's betrayal After they drove him out into exile They closed the gates behind him And left him all alone No one to help nor care for him Loneliness he always hated, now his friend From above a hill, he usually saw Over the walls, his people happy and unworried "All those smiles are because of me, and this is how they repay me?" he said to himself He vowed to himself one cold hearted thing To seize the chance for him to come back in And make them all suffer, as he did their enemies With the same means he used, ones they hated but needed His exile was for all the cruelty and pain he conjured Against the enemies his people long feared He was the necessary evil they clung unto reluctantly The savior they feared, more than they did their enemies Days, months, and years passed by And he continued to watch them day and night All were happy, happier than each passing day in fact Until one day, everything fell into the man's foretold fate . The people were frantic and in despair He knew not what was happening there But even so, he saw his chance has opened And smiled as he went and make true his return The Exiled, that's what he chose To name himself for his return Expecting fear to overtake the whole place He was ecstatic to start the slaughter he savored since that day The gates were open, just as he expected He walked right in, giving off the same presence He had emanated when he went out the gates And expected the people to wallow in fear and hopelessness What he saw was one he never imagined They all saw him and asked for his forgiveness They asked for his help, and offered their allegiance He was no longer to be only their savior, but their king as well The Exiled was shocked at the reception he received Taken aback, confused and not knowing how to react Until he thought of what he was given And laughed menacingly, like those of the battles of old He saw the chance to put out all the pain he felt After being exiled before, and now he's back To fully control the people who chained him with weakness And free to do whatever he wickedly wishes
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
The Exiled
He's been out for a while now Roaming the woods beyond the walls Angered by his fellowmen's betrayal After they drove him out into exile They closed the gates behind him And left him all alone No one to help nor care for him Loneliness he always hated, now his friend From above a hill, he usually saw Over the walls, his people happy and unworried "All those smiles are because of me, and this is how they repay me?" he said to himself He vowed to himself one cold hearted thing To seize the chance for him to come back in And make them all suffer, as he did their enemies With the same means he used, ones they hated but needed His exile was for all the cruelty and pain he conjured Against the enemies his people long feared He was the necessary evil they clung unto reluctantly The savior they feared, more than they did their enemies Days, months, and years passed by And he continued to watch them day and night All were happy, happier than each passing day in fact Until one day, everything fell into the man's foretold fate . The people were frantic and in despair He knew not what was happening there But even so, he saw his chance has opened And smiled as he went and make true his return The Exiled, that's what he chose To name himself for his return Expecting fear to overtake the whole place He was ecstatic to start the slaughter he savored since that day The gates were open, just as he expected He walked right in, giving off the same presence He had emanated when he went out the gates And expected the people to wallow in fear and hopelessness What he saw was one he never imagined They all saw him and asked for his forgiveness They asked for his help, and offered their allegiance He was no longer to be only their savior, but their king as well The Exiled was shocked at the reception he received Taken aback, confused and not knowing how to react Until he thought of what he was given And laughed menacingly, like those of the battles of old He saw the chance to put out all the pain he felt After being exiled before, and now he's back To fully control the people who chained him with weakness And free to do whatever he wickedly wishes
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Places we knew together lie in wait, still as I’ve ever seen for our return. And we will return, but it will never be as it was. I’ll never again hear my brothers’ shrieks as they climb and break the weak lower branches from our tree. We will have dinner at our table, but you won’t have grass-stained knees and we won’t study on your bed afterward until a new day comes. And still you wear a white uniform, but not the stained jersey we knew. Now it is pristine and reminds me that you’ll never again be mine as you were. Though you wear the cover of an officer and make me proud every day, I will always miss the boy that this man used to be. Even now as I too seize everything I want, I fear I am the only one who would give it all right back to return to what we were. Untainted, Unworried, Careless, Naïve. But mostly, Together.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
How to Miss You
Where beneath I sleep Taller in dreams With autumn leaves, colours to bleed Glory because it fades away Slowly seeping under skin Rooted where this tale begins I can begin to read it Under your burning coloured eaves Far away echoes the beating heart To sound out longing, like a sigh Escaping from your solemn boughs Unhurried, unworried your goodbyes To be as you are Silent, quiet, calm, serene Rooted to soil Growing evergeen
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Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
Elm