Best Unmarked Poems
Unmarked Grave - Still AliveLast flickers of a dying flame still burn
I strain to see every bitter remembrance
lain before my feet
pain stained mendacious propaganda
blackened and singed upon my soul
words have risen and...
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Categories:
unmarked, books, silence,
Form:
Free verse
The Unmarked GraveThe myriads of unmarked graves in the cemetery
Presenting miserable image of human heartlessness
Uncared and unsung by near, dear all and sundry
Forsaken and abandoned, victim of unkindness
Which one of them holds my mother’s remains?
My angel, my lover, a philosopher, a friend
A melancholy child riding rough terrains
I...
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Categories:
unmarked, death, mother, sad, grave,
Form:
Rhyme
Nothing More Than An Unmarked GraveWhat will you do to be remebered;
to become important?
Cure cancer, save lives, be the next Albert Einstein?
When you pass on will others think of you as
influential and amazing or unnoticeable and dull?
Is it important to be important;
do you need to do something great?
How do we...
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Categories:
unmarked, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Rare Unmarked Beauty Haikuover the hill i see
a beauty not marked by time
tis quite the rare find...
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Categories:
unmarked, beauty,
Form:
Haiku
An Unmarked GraveNow let the devious Pheme cast her spell,
And let the gods of gossip have their way,
Their judgments realign at break of day,
At such time you and I emerge from hell.
And underworlds will surely do us well,
For there lies some truth in what masses say
When time...
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Categories:
unmarked, depression, devotion, for him,
Form:
Sonnet
UnmarkedTo an delightful twilight of conversing,
And holding one another firmly to our entice bodies.
Looking profound into your exquisite eyes,
Noticing the naive of your heart,
And the intellectual zeal of your mental conception.
You smile so heavenly at me like your,
Gazing into the eyes of a companion...
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Categories:
unmarked, love, sympathy, wife, me,
Form:
Unmarked By Their PassingI tell you there’s no ending, no straightening the straights,
and the twists and turns of life will remain unending.
Where do those paths go, via many trees bowed by breeze,
and thorny bushes with fresh and old blood specks to show.
Some are freeted...
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Categories:
unmarked, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Unmarked GravesArresting the future
as well as the past
Time the great jailor
its prison precast
A graveyard of victims
in temporal loss
Destiny preying
—perdition the cost
(Dreamsleep: March, 2023)...
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Categories:
unmarked, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Unmarked GraveEarly morning when light is just so
I arise and hasten to sacred place
Fleet of foot through field I go
In my mind, much-beloved face.
Passing forest where delight was found
Talking, touching throughout the night
Free of guilt we became unbound
This passion of ours was perfectly right.
Unmarked grave draws...
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Categories:
unmarked, desire, lost love, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
Unmarked Snowit is a relationship based on trust / based on I Must Have You
_____ Now / somehow / anyhow / need that blend of painguilt &
pleasure / by any measure, have to achieve the ____ maximum / (the
step before finito) //
...
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Categories:
unmarked, allegory, angst, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Door UnmarkedSTOP. do not attempt to enter my mind, my soul. for inside you will see things you wish
not to see. unless you dare to know the real me. step inside. a world of darkness
awaits. enterdoor after door of pain, lies, and heartache. see...
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Categories:
unmarked, love, mystery, sad,
Form:
I Am A Black Man In Florida Buried In A Unmarked Grave
they built a ballpark over my bones,
laid asphalt like a priest's last lie—
no headstone, no name,
just beer guts and baseball caps
spilling nacho cheese
where I once bled.
I was twenty-three,
shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar,
the paper called me
“suspected.”
that was all they needed.
the morgue forgot me,
the...
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Categories:
unmarked, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
an unmarked grave
cold was the night and a runaway girl
lay in the snow . . . soon a man found her
he took...
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Categories:
unmarked, sad,
Form:
Verse
Beige LifestyleI don’t tend to worry about many things
but one thing recently has played on my mind,
something I have noticed that age defined
the need to wear and fall in love with beige.
If you see me wearing all beige then give me a shout,
if you see me...
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Categories:
unmarked, color, grave,
Form:
Free verse