Best Unheld Poems

In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her name resonates gently 
recalling moments,
of cheek touched whispers 
yet hands unheld 
and lips unsealed 
What if? 
What if he turned...

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I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well

I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong...

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Who can deny the carnival thrill
Spilling through Great White American hope
To be pleased and teased
Like every adventurous American girl
Unheld by tradition's claim
Paving new paths
On feminist wave
Women in power that flower like tycoons
With nothing to prove...

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On a frosty opaque day in windy winter 
I, an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil 
by the young aggressive ones spreading branches,
walk out of the green forest in sheer desperation. 

Crossing the contorted contours of the barren badlands, 
I go across...

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No Imposter, I

Should I once ignore your smile
Call the undertaker
For I be dead unless I be
Imposter fraud or faker

Yet should I be, blind to thee
Even should a fraud I be
Interloper still would see
The beauty that resides in thee

Never shall I stay your kiss
Nor from your...

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THE NEW DAWN


Sitting, relaxed, atop the cool grass-filled rock,

Jutting out proudly over the calm blue ocean,

I stared in stoned-wonder; held captive 

By the magnificent rising of the yellow sun, 

Ascending, gracefully, across the serene horizon,

And ushering in the bright and long awaited new world;

A world,...

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On a frosty day in winter an old defoliated tree 
denied the sky and the soil by the younger ones
walks out of the green forest in sheer desperation.
Crossing barren lands goes to a modern city quite far
But could see no sun of hope to get...

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witches came while sleeping

during dark childhood nights

cold, terrifying descent

would howl at thunderous night
as screams rip open warm cocoon
dishes shatter starry dreams
fists pound bullets against wall
shouts explode like thunder
screams tear at empty sky

trapdoor falls

my hand reaches out

darkness rips at young heart
cliff is always there

terror has been...

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No path exists that has an end
Nor soul can bar the way
No horizon with a lonely heart
at end of every day

No course unfolds without a friend
Nor hand to go unheld
No world could be that tears apart
a vision so compelled

No never land
No never more
A chain of...

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A Numberless Dream

Today while walking together with reverent hands
there are many unheld books with my unkempt dreams

To the wonderful man, who bestows my passions worn
we walk with harmonious tunes on dove gray sands

Within our heartfelt love, we never feel so forlorn
years to come we are...

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Helplessness seeks help in despondency
When resources slip out of porous hands
A tacit realization of innate inadequacy
Devours the dregs of impaired self-esteem.

The feeling sinks in the pool of pale psyche
Averse however to breathe the air of truth
Lies there unfelt in suspended animation	
A state assiduously unaccepted by...

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The poet had said :
The world is a stage.

The stage

First Scene
Flood of spotlights
The actor in centre-stage, walks straight
The eyes looking up to the sky
The hands intimately hold, and held
The footsteps close, walk alongside
The figures liked, stay on
Others float around unwanted
The breath strong
The presence demanding
Cares for...

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Today while walking together with reverent hands
There are so many unheld books within my unkempt dreams
to the wonderful man that bestows my passions has worn
as we walk together holding hands, in the dove-gray sands

Within our heartfelt love we will never feel so, so forlorn
Years to...

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Sails unfurled in disarray
Helm unheld to swing away
Canting yaw in surf wet roll
This ship of state without a goal

Some would call this gone adrift
While fools would call it freedom
Some of us are somewhat miffed
While shoals just wait to see them

Passengers without a clue
Trusting to a...

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Every day I awake in a place where the sky
is a mist mourning sleep. I stumble on a tower—
leaning, broken, alone. Its stones call my name 
like someone trying to rouse me, like someone 
who’s rung before.  

Roots coil up its cracked sides, ...

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