Unbidden Poems - Poems about Unbidden

Oh, it is like any other night Quite quietly still Neither a stir nor a quiver Neither a hush nor a shush No stars, not even the moon peeking through the dark quilt of a shadowless night. Yet my heart is...Read the rest...

The wind taunts me with unbidden memories, It curses me, Gives me no lasting solace. It reminds me of that lovely day When we wandered o'er the hills, Wild fragrant thyme perfumed The graceful countryside. The wind had breezed through Your silken...Read the rest...

A robin dive bombs me. Reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock’s movie The Birds Weird where thoughts unbidden go Creating their own highways Three wrens swoop by, flying together. Flora, Fauna and Meriwether, Sleeping Beauty’s faeries Birds whistle and peep more loudly...Read the rest...

Weird memories flit into my mind unbidden Some lost a long time ago, truly well-hidden. No rhyme or reason, no obvious time. Some things funny, other things almost a crime. Because my mind is crazed with these memories hard Is...Read the rest...

"the anguish of grief leaves me with an appetency and yearning for peace . . . " the allure of love was enchanting the promise between us a delicate flower love was like a guest unbidden well-timed and auspicious for...Read the rest...

Infestors in our lives abound In our pleasure, our leisure, our treasure Found on the ground our feet pound In the illusion seizure and amnesia We grow when blows Whip us at the core of our faith When sorrow throws With fast...Read the rest...

Wounds drained, opened, ingrained, rained, sprained, trained In the midst of a family loss Recriminations canned, fanned, planned, tanned To fight the brute boss Dressed up as justice cause Disguised as implementation of lopsided justice Pursued to discredit the family rose Oppressed...Read the rest...

A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night inside my room; mere words he never spoke! He came creeping softly in the moonlight. A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night with caresses so sweet I felt it might have only been a dream...Read the rest...

Late-September tingles on wispy nights, blowing a mild drizzle from crisp, eastern winds and lays on the hammock of gilded foliage, to decorate a new season's mantle: Its fire and earth mesh...Read the rest...

o, unbidden rain, I welcome you to my garden the flowers are thirsty . . . . . we have been w a i t i n g for you the cosmos, daisies and red roses...Read the rest...

O, unbidden rain I welcome you to my garden, the flowers are thirsty . . . . We have been w a i t i n g for you The cosmos, daisies and red roses are hanging...Read the rest...

By Robert (Bob) Moore I wonder where these poems have been hiding in my head unseen ‘til Billy Briggs started me on rhyme and now it’s there, all of the time I think of rhymes day after day sometimes I wish...Read the rest...