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 seek words as they clash within the depths but alas I remain a mere spectator. I wish for another's prayer...

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Written: January 29, 2024 ______________________________________ Your eyes are the blades that slaughter my heart. These ruby lips store words that pierce my heart. Will my blood be enough to quench your thirst? Will your charm be suited to grab my heart? Your arms offer...

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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 set me free and clear, albeit laborious effort to loose constituent amalgamated compound elements unmined tantamount to agony riddling psyche effort to extract thorny matters incumbent...

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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 at snail’s pace There is a dull languor Just like the soggy surroundings In the dank confines of her soul, An unknown pain...

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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 of A deep deep ...

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[ 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 head brings. Horses short courses on bucking a rider. Who died, the fly or the spider inside her? Dropping your pants to go...

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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 is it a lightness that joins with the smallest molecules atoms is that what I am and you and the us anything else if...

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

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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 than any human being, free, like the grass grown on its own, which oscillates in the wind and is as unknown...

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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, on which we can continue to live, appear? Will people get used to the new space, and will a new life be...

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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 are capable of drawing a general conclusion, grasp one, even three, or much more different meanings, Or maybe someone else will decide...

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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 to whom it is towards, because... The shooter plays a victim scared to face reality of pulling the trigger. Felt heartbeat turning...

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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 couldn’t hear the sounds that she borrowed So she wept out a rhythm with words Anything would work if she knew how...

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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 baubles of esoterica for I am first, a spirit. Hearts of lavender and rubies sing out their wisdom in archetypes of eternity’s cultivation. I secret...

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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 C makes it impossible to hide. This poor woman will never be the same....

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