Unseen Poems - Poems about Unseen

I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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I don’t ask for much. Just peace. Just proof. I’ve wandered too far past curfew God forgot to pick me up     Five days into April. and I am still standing. Not because I’m strong but because I’ve forgotten how to fall, any further without disappearing   You are giving me the proof and asking if it means enough to bring up. Or should we let the lie be. Maybe...

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In shadows here, I wait unseen, Placed by Dewey's ordered scheme, Does poetry still hold its sheen? Shakespeare, Poe, their works convene, Their pages turned, their words agleam, In shadows here, I wait unseen. Angelou, Frost, their verses keen, Yet I remain, in silent dream, Does poetry still hold its sheen? A novice's book, with cover sheen, To join the greats, to gleam, to dream, In...

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“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?” Someone like her. Someone who doesn’t stand out Not with looks Not with personality Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees At...

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By Imran Ahmed A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud Head Held High Lost In The Crowd, Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold, A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal, It Runs And Runs But All In Vain The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain, Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We...

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A gilded cage, this world we claim, Where shadows dance and truth is lame. A hollow echo, laughter rings, While sorrow's dirge the heartstrings sings. We chase the mirage, gold so bright, Ignoring whispers of the night. Each fleeting pleasure, dearly bought, With pieces of the soul we've lost. The masks we wear, a constant guise, Concealing tears behind our eyes. We build our castles...

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In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine in unseen whispers, I seek a path that leads beyond the narrow boundaries of society, Where I can see how human potential is stifled or flourishes, And only then can I grasp the profound essence of my humanity. For the herd is a vital dance, a symphony of beliefs and...

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In the depths of silence, my thoughts flow like an unseen river, I sink and rise, like a bird caught in the flight of night, each breath becomes a song of time passing by, an echo of moments lived, purer and clearer, endless. On the shores of my dreams, the sky stretches infinite and vast, the cold wind, messenger of...

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In a silent world, where dreams are woven like an unseen tapestry, Artists draw with untamed longing edifices of light reaching towards the heavens, In the twilight of consciousness where thoughts ignite like smoldering flames, Sculpting in the silence of time unseen cathedrals of change. Politics weaves its illusions like a spider’s web in forgotten corners, But artists transform reality...

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Unseen I wonder through the crowds, unseen, A solitary figure, in a tide of faces. Silent screams echoe within, A prisoner of emotions no one hears. Pain sears through my veins, a reminder I'm alive, yet longing to be free, No one will notice, no one ever does. I am invisible, unseen, A ghost hovering in the periphery. Suffocating under the weight of solitude, I yearn...

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"This poem explores the profound love relationship between a man and a woman, where they share energies and connect on a deep level. The poet, Shina Okram, seeks to illuminate the mystical bond between the two sexes, suggesting that their union holds the power to govern the universe. Furthermore, she envisions a future where the...

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Unseen pathways ahead are full Of switchbacks and great ruts. Should you get a foot entangled - I can help you regain your steps. None of the routes are easy; There's no formidable plan. I only know forward is the way So I will follow behind. Today is not new nor...

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The Unseen Warrior A warrior she, through battles waged unseen No sword she wields, nor armor bright with flair But faith her weapon, prayers her guiding sheen For souls unknown, she lays her own soul bare. With every breath, a plea ascends on high For those who wander, lost and far astray For children born beneath...

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In the delicate weave of dreams lies an unseen universe, full of light, Hold tightly to these golden threads, for when dreams fade, Life becomes a bird with broken wings, lying under the sky that once called it, A song that can no longer be sung, a story without an end or a beginning. Dreams are the rainbows that...

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In a corner of my mind, where thoughts flow like unseen rivers, I pause to look at the mirror of the world that shows my face but doesn't reveal my soul. The mirror, an object that distorts, throws back a foreign image, Where every feature is an echo of others' expectations, an undefined contour. I wonder if deep within...

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