Best Unsaid Poems
Words left unsaid as teardrops fell
The price of love, their hearts would tell
And so they parted, love took flight
And left their hearts to lonely nights
Each unable to break loves spell
Distant sound of the old church bell
Rang through seasons they knew so well
Winter to spring, summer shone bright
Words left unsaid
Each had a broken heart to sell
As fire within they tried to quell
Memories fade in Luna's light
Stars wished upon twinkle in sight
Love's distant star, flickers farewell
Words left unsaid
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9/22/17
Contest Name: Form U- U pick 'em
Sponsor; Broken Wings
"Because I Love You."
Because I love you
together, we could
sleep on our bed head to head,
listen to the unsaid
light the flame without a name.
Because I love you
together, we could
pretend its real
listen to the unsaid
blow the snow & steal the wind.
Because I love you
together, we could
dream and scream
listen to the unsaid
when resting in our nest.
Because I love you
together, we could
watch the tide
listen to the unsaid
while sitting side by side.
Because I love you
together, we could
be from the very few
listen to the unsaid
as we only knew.
Because I love you
together, we could
hold hands just stand,
listen to the unsaid
then dance to the band.
I Will Always Love You
Together.
. 2/6/2013
By. Therese Bacha
Lord, lay me down gently in the cold cold ground.
Put me where I once trod freely, a spirit unbound,
akin to the bird and the water fowl.
Let the spring breeze announce another soul heaven bound,
while the gift my mother gave, lies molding in the cold cold ground.
Let my kin cry a while and a while
then wipe their tears with a smile.
Let them contemplate love and family and what it is they have never found.
Let them look, oh Lord, look--before they too find a place in the cold, cold ground.
What lies behind is what once was ahead, a figment of the human mind.
Let me ride the road to glory, let me peel the larder's rind.
Let me sit beside my loved ones, eternally sublime.
Let me not regret my being, nor that I had to leave.
Let me go, let me go friend, I know what I believe.
And I believe, oh, I do believe, He I talk to is real.
For in his own way, he makes me feel what I feel.
All that I do and say, and love,
All that I am and am part of:
For my love of Him, will they also find- -
peace, joy, happiness, and forgiveness.
It is so because He told me it is so, bound
by His promise, I carry with me into the cold, cold ground.
And when she lies beside me, only then will, I be complete.
Two spirits merged, amo amas amat--yes I love,
I have loved and I shall love.
I am loved, I shall be loved, I will have been loved.
The great mystery: I am one, she is one and we are one,
something which will not change though the ground be cold,
though the winds blow, the tide rises and the sun falls from the heavens.
As surely as, I have lived and I have died.
As surely as, I have laughed, worried and cried,
putting all other good and wonderful things aside,
I will lay in the cold, cold ground with my bride.
While for now, in this earthly form we linger, awaiting the final surrender
to the great “I am”, the Prince of Heaven glorified.
Amen, Amen and Amen
April 2012 Charles Henderson/Thanks for the help Debra Guzzi--
the layout looks great.
Knew it in moment this Wednesday
though she left last Monday
life turned, never to be the same
now my heart knows how it feels
to cherish now, what was then.
Her days carried me on a breeze
like a book that was never meant to be read
only felt in rippled waves
oh, to turn through those pages again.
Our young song' thrilling plan
traces left a forever mark on a boy
where only envy's left to the man.
Lesson one, don't be a jerk like me
fill the pages with everything your heart
has to give..
never regret the things you wished you'd done
and all those wonderful words of love
you left unsaid.
The tears in your eyes say you are leaving
The deserts around us sigh as we part
Words left unsaid won't stop me from grieving
And searching for answers for this poor heart
I will remember the light of your smile
And the tenderness of holding you tight
The soft words spoken in such a short while
As we laughed and loved beneath the moonlight
Does the moon still shine and the coyotes cry
In the magical place we knew so well
Are there still embers that say we should try
Or should we just let our memories tell
I can always recall how the stars shined -
Should I remember or leave them behind ?
2/26/2017
I left so many thoughts unsaid
as she lay silent on her bed,
that unexpected day she died;
a diagnosis that had lied.
She had some time to look ahead;
I left so many thoughts unsaid.
They did not see her end was near;
that she would go, we did not fear.
Tho, sick she was, and end would come,
we sensed much later she'd succumb.
I left so many thoughts unsaid,
and now my tears of grief are shed.
Must not hold back on thoughts to share
with those we love, must always bare
our hearts before death's fickle dread.
I left so many thoughts unsaid.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Form U - U Pick The Form
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 09/23/2017
A tribute to my dear sister-in-law's
recent death.
You didn't say goodbye when you walked out the door.
You didn't say you didn't love me anymore.
You didn't tell me what was going through your head.
I guess you thought it was better to leave some things unsaid.
You didn't say there was someone else on your mind.
You didn't say that I was just a waste of time.
You didn't tell me before you decided to go,
that there were some things you didn't want me to know.
So, I won't tell you that all I do is cry.
I won't tell you I miss you more as each day passes by.
I won't tell you that I wish I were the one instead,
to hold you close and whisper softly all those things left unsaid.
If I fail to tell you now
as I always do;
Death might be walking my lane and I still keep these words unsaid.
You're the beauty of my life
And your presence brings light.
I owe everything to your merciful heart,
I wish to tell you how I feel bout you
But some words are better unsaid;
Waiting for the day I say (I do)
All the promises,all the things you did for me;
If I don't say thank you
I'll be reliving my childhood selfishness.
I love the beauty I find in your warm beautiful brown eyes,
It makes my heart complete and I want to admit;
Every time you look at me
I feel unheavy yet uneasy.
To me,you're the Eastern Star
With a big glow,bringing life to the lifeless morning;
With only birds that appreciates the gift of life and mankind that curse yet another day of school,work...
And endless hustle.
You're my forever friend
I've loved you that I hate to admit it
But I'm happy I'm writing this piece just to express words unsaid
And show how I appreciate your presence.
Written: May 22, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Daniel Henry Rodgers
3rd place contest winner
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They found it in a cellar no one remembered building—
a small box of tarnished brass, hinges soft as old breath,
a warm lid that felt like it had been pondering for a long time.
Scholars termed it a mnemonic engine,
while clerics labeled it a sin-counter.
Children claimed it housed a star that forgot how to shine.
The lady who inherited it—
The one with the quivering hand and the always-paused voice—knew better.
She had seen the way the box listened.
When she approached, the air thickened,
as if the room were holding its breath to avoid spoiling a pledge.
The box never opened for her or anyone else.
It often shifts its weight on the table at night like a dreamer rolling over.
She kept it despite demurs that it buzzed, projected shades in locations,
no lantern may explain, and knew things no object should recall.
When she tried to leave it behind,
the silence in her chest grew heavier, as if the box were
only keeping her unspoken life from collapsing.
She swore she heard it whisper, never words, some nights.
A quiet, rhythmic counting sound.
Counting her unspoken regrets, options, and lost selves.
Maybe the sum of times she walked back from a truth.
The reliquary kept its secret.
It waited, watched, and held what she couldn't say.
After she died, they found the box beside her,
still closed, warm, and listening.
No one dared touch it, but someone claimed they heard it exhale—
a long, relaxed breath, as if it had stopped counting???
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Inside silent museum halls
behind glass they rest.
Fogged by our own breath, they reside--
the things we never said.
The curator preserves the almost-was,
each artifact dusted with the breath
of words we swallowed whole.
Exhibit A: The unsigned love letter,
its ink dissolved to ghostly stains~
the envelope still warm, the words still fresh.
Exhibit B: A child’s unfinished question,
lodged like a fossil in his throat.
Beside it, the father’s reply~
a shadow stretched too late across the floor.
Exhibit C A woman’s rage, polished
to a fine, decorative sheen.
The plaque reads Patience,
though the cracks suggest otherwise.
Exhibit D: The Mirror
Visitors pause, then quickly walk past.
It reflects nothing but the weight
of all the words swallowed whole.
Last, the centerpiece—a hollow bell,
cast from every I’m fine that ever rang
true enough to draw blood.
We pay our fees, we nod, we leave,
carrying relics we’ll never display.
The museum grows, and no one retrieves
what they came there to say.
Regret
Bittersweet tears
Gently fall unremarked
An outpouring of emotion
Unheard
Roses are red.
My heart went blue.
All that should have been said
should have all be true.
Dont know what to write ,yet sat down too.
sometimes its hard to pen the thoughts,
they are so deep in heart and mind
which wanna stay there and feel safe unsaid.
heart and mind are so different being in one
always contradictory.
then how can i expect you to understand me.
I feel betrayed and worse for what you did.
just few words changed my entire world.
glad that you showed yourself though
after my ruin.
the lessons are heavy on heart n mind.
words have to power to make or shake.
I am so lost and confused to know
whether this is poetry or not.
just a scribbling of unexplained emotions.
would be so nice,just someone reads
my mind and heart,just to see what
I am into.
dont take me for granted ,dare not
and not be judgmental.
coin has two sides and I have a heart to feel.
all the pain goes away with a smile,
holidaying in the
golden memories of the past ,
holding back the flow of tears too.
As you drive on off
I think we know I'll miss you.
Better left unsaid.
Night after lonely night, as I lay all alone in our bed
my eyes fill with tears as I recall the words I left unsaid
I know I often told you how much you meant to me
but I never thought I'd ever say, "Please, let me be."
You were not my first love, and I know I wasn't yours
By chance we met, since we lived on opposite shores
What hand did fate deal to us on the night we were wed
Our hearts were full of love, there was nothing left unsaid
We lived in a euphoric world of happiness and bliss
I fell more deeply in love with you with each tender kiss
Our moonlight walks, holding hands are distant memories
I wish we'd tried to talk it out, when I have sad reveries
Those moments from the past are pains I sorely dread
I often wonder if you ever think of things you left unsaid
Time has passed, but my heart still misses what we had
When I first left you, I was as lost and restless as a nomad
You called a few times, but we never said the right words
only chatted about trivial things, stammering like silly birds
It's too late to mend our love. We can't use needle and thread
What would we say to each other that hasn't already been said?
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9/21/2017
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#4 "unsaid"
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