Unnamed Poems - Poems about Unnamed

In my pointless existence, my only purpose, you, my beloved. I peek at your lips and listen intently as if I was your devoted disciple and you the high priestess (of my heart) (...). I...Read the rest...

Written: January 29, 2024 ______________________________________ Your eyes are the blades that slaughter my heart. These ruby lips store words that pierce...Read the rest...

Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken Analogous to black box holding untold secrets, (after deadly plane crash no survivors except a journeyman foreigner), I share the following self introspection with ye dear readers, which purported hidden truths might...Read the rest...

A dull mist hangs in the air There lingers a sallow gloom Though it had rained sometime ago Dark clouds gather once more in the sky As if another shower could be expected Leaves shed drops of tears Time moves...Read the rest...

Frames of Unnamed Memory David J Walker Flicker Faster Each frame of a memory Named or Unnamed But still remembered Verisimilitude Considered Plausible Real A semblance of pretense The veneer of an alternate allegory I light a candle and pray Every Sunday For the mercy...Read the rest...

[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ] Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles, Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles, Nice sounding lyrics that don’t mean a thing, This is what too much sun on your...Read the rest...

I sense it is impossible to rhyme in this journey and that even with a poem searching for words something is lost Is it found in the breath slowly with the slightest force should we name it the Force or...Read the rest...

melodies that charm chirps that lift the heart and mind grateful for your songs...Read the rest...

I do not know the art of flirting, nor have I ever tempted an unripe flower, that is why I am alone, But no one can reach even the grain of my mad love, which is greater...Read the rest...

I Which is more – words told by the people who have gone to the underworld or the number of stars in the sky? Before the World War III, till the earth would be destroyed completely, will the planet,...Read the rest...

Let’s admit that not every word has a synonym, but any action may have several explanations. Humans, we make choices, to the extent our brain is developed and sometimes we knock our heads against the paradox. But maybe out of three different situations, we...Read the rest...

The rhythm is known even to the next generation The rhyme has changed to a prophecy and fulfilled a nightmare Nights become heavier, dreams started being empty, place of peace become a playground of vengeance. The danger is...Read the rest...

She wasn’t thinking about her time and tomorrow She broke out without a rendering word Nothing sat well or sits well within her In fact, she would rather pillow the past then paint a new picture She still...Read the rest...

In an incandescent wood luminous poppies offer guidance to travelers; tree limbs dance in syncopation to universal rhythms. Fireflies shed their phosphorescence among the flora. I walk here in radiant beams of enlightenment. Gathering gemstones; dream time...Read the rest...

The horses are a galloping today Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones. They clomp right by in a most lovely way. Woman in carriage giving tiny moans. Cancer prevails in her smallish bones. Eighteen sixty-two. Disease has no name. Big...Read the rest...