Best Unfinished Poems

In the intimate interlace of chance and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity,...

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Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.

Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of...

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Be gone..
Do not look me in the eyes 

We were not belongers
But,Intruders 
who happened to trespass 
into each other's  lives 

We were no Romeo...

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Pained piano keys compose 
a chorus-less composition.
Melancholic moods crave
to sway back and forth  
like bluebells and lilies dancing,
when kissed by the morning breeze

Forlorn flute...

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POTD 6th August 2019

The clock ticks down the passing day
Tedious seconds count down my existence
Time for my pills ~ Time to call the nurse
Time ~...

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She calls on me, intermittently
In fickle favor, in spotty dictionaries
My demure, distracted destiny

She is the unrequited lover, the absent mother
She is Santa, granting wishes
Upon orphan...

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Brick by brick I built my walls,
despite fires raging,
I preserved paths that connected
bridges between our breathless existence. 

Now that my heartbeats
have reached a dead end...

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Would I dare 

to walk a mile in her shoes

To put my feet in cinder's slippers

 marry a handsome prince

who turns out to be another...

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Growing up with ADHD forces you to adapt,
impulsive behaviour controls how you react,
attention span wanders and naturally distracts,
you face an impact, that in fact, doesn't...

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Note:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley,  Born 4 August 1792
Horsham, Sussex, England[1]
Died , 8 July 1822 (aged 29)
Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia (now Italy)
Occupation	Poet, dramatist,...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are...

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Music and romance are camarilla comrades,
just like poems are my shield and arrows.
But not all lullabies of lovers,
harmonise like a street choir of angels.
If love...

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punctuation walks
on eggshells
when
words like
               water
      ...

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Walls Make Bad Neighbours

‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
        ...

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**Dedicated to those who preceded us and gave their blood, sweat and tears, so we can have the luxuries they could not**


The wind whispers, the...

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