Forgotten Poems - Poems about Forgotten

...The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull u......Read the rest...

...In the shadow of the night, on the corridors of magical silence, keeping the sacred secret, I would send souls in search of a love made of mist and torn pain, To transform sorrow into poetry, cheap......Read the rest...

...Poetry and we have roots like an ancient tree, Deeply embedded in the mysterious soil of time, Each verse, a branch reaching towards unknown heavens, Seeking divine light, yearning to touch eterni......Read the rest...

... It is to know without opening the eyes, it is to feel without the sense of touch, it is to understand tranquility of the soul, and absorb the meaning of eternal presence! a disturbed mind flutt......Read the rest...

... little did I know this way then would be familiar without all the wanting I've tried to listen for the ending my ear up hard against a perfec......Read the rest...

...My shadowed heart a silent cathedral Only abandoned asylum have ground Oh twilight lady fingers made of ravens Carrying all the forgotten memories, unspoken dreams Haunted church bell rings, the ......Read the rest...

... I never thought I'd turn into a flower, supine, looking at the sky, sometimes vibrant, but so fragile - with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart. My eyes gaze at timeless horizons, resemb......Read the rest...

... Weedy Eschatology By Mark D. Stucky The aging street mourns its faded splendor. It remembers having red tulips and roses in manicured, fertilized, emerald lawns in co......Read the rest...

...Alice found herself in the icy grip of a desolate cell, her countenance devoid of emotion, her gaze lost in the abyss. As she hummed a haunting melody, fragments of her past began to surface, blurrin......Read the rest...

...you can see anything you want to in it's hazy lustre that is the real gift all irritants made good it is so valu......Read the rest...

...In spectral glow moon's pallor, country home towered ominously, fortress bearing silent the tragedy, ensnared within its stone. Her footfalls echoed in the hollow foyer, mournful dirge in the c......Read the rest...

...Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, the library, a mausoleum of forgotten epochs, loomed ominously. Its silhouette, birth......Read the rest...

...Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries The embodiment of strength, girl power! She reads out her mind like a political novel Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it For she believes it. ......Read the rest...

... Some songs remain unwritten, so many unsung. Sometimes there are words, but no background music so I curse this refrain. Unable to find the perfect blend My art remains unappreciated, ......Read the rest...

...CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgi......Read the rest...