Best Unappreciated Poems

He walks into the room each day at six
As around their Dad all five children mix
     He smiles at them with...

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I Am Winter

I am cold – not heartless,
nor do I wish any harm.
This is just the way it is,
my gaze - a shivering chill,
my kiss...

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Sometimes I feel lost and unappreciated
I ponder why I am here?

Sometimes I look for approval from
others.
I want someone to give me a pat on
the back...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I...

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Randomling 1:  Matthew Macfadyen

I believe I'm in love with Matthew Macfadyen
He inspires in me a terribly bad yen
But as poetry goes
His name 'spires woes
Cause...

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Nightmares, jungles, blood on hands
Unjust war in distant lands
Scars that no one else can see
Memories doing battle with his sanity
Off to war, a rich man’s...

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When truly embracing life, one must 
also embrace the mortal chain of death 
as friends and family continue passing 
in harmony with the earthly seasons,...

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“The Shedding of our Skin” 
 
I am writing about the transition from lost now found, 
Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life, 
Old skin to...

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I don't show it, but sometimes,
I slip into the serene sanctuary
of a sound slumber, and I arrive
in dream with feet rooted in 
the peak of...

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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,
my soul...

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What power does he feel?
Does he feel superior?
When he pushed her down?
When he violently grabbed her 
By the arm, leaving bruises.
The beautiful mix of
Purple
Blue 
Black
These...

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             FAN-TASTIC


   The fan spins on the ceiling,
   Like...

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You stood by me through thick and thin.
In days when few comments, were coming in.

You saw in me a poet, possible.
That belief from you, made...

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when in death upon a choice I make
when in death upon its course I take
My the loved ones left behind will face my deaths heartbreak.
To...

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If I could be anything, I would be an enzyme.
Grown in dandelions as they are plentiful, and free,
And unappreciated now by some.
Maybe also I could...

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