Forgotten Poems - Poems about Forgotten

When the dirt covers your body you will truly remember all that you loved all that you hated, it will grow through your thighs, between your armpits between your legs into your thoughts, your secrets, dead and bloated, no more pains no more worry, just you and your secrets, your tears and your fears, all melting under the pressure of dirt, the black...

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From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise, On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars, In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard, Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light. Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear...

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I speak English— not because it is mine, but because it was burned into the soft clay of my childhood. They called it brilliance when I spoke the master's tongue, and shame when I whispered my grandmother’s lullaby. But language is not just words— it is blood, it is soul, it is memory coded in sound. Africa, how can you rise when you dream in the syllables of strangers? When...

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Laughter hides in the strangest of places. I laughed when she spoke, the sun's rays kissing her Beautiful smiling, the lilt in her eyes Betrayed promises of many tomorrows. It's no secret that our life's been hard-- NO-- A betrayal of modest happiness. And yet, I found joy. Laughter whilst walking, Joyful moments of tender lovesickness. I forgot...

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In a forgotten corner of the world, where silences stretch like a carpet of mist, My thoughts wander among the ruins of lives scattered by the wind, Reminding me that wisdom and madness dance hand in hand, Like two shadows merging under the pale light of an eternal sunset. In the silence of an endless night, I contemplate the...

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In the deep silence of the forest, where the wind whispers forgotten tales, lies the mystery of the birds' language, a symphony of ancient songs, in the prophetic bones of those who know, travelers through times and dreams, carrying the memory of old days when man and bird were one. In those golden times, when sky and earth sang...

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In the depths of my soul, I weave webs of dreams, where silence whispers forgotten stories, I try to sew the past with threads of stars, but you always find ways to my heart. I see you clearly, even when the light of my eyelids fades, and the world slowly disappears, For you live in the corners of...

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Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see, The darkness deep within me. I reach for loving hands, Yet all I get is emptiness in these dark lands. My voice is lost like whispers on the sea. The wind may howl, But no one will think of me. I am a forgotten soul, Never to feel whole. They dance in warmth, while night...

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Hopelessness When your body and mind are disconnected When your falling in a sea of darkness and accept it When the silence is loud you can hear your heartbeat It's the feeling of a deep pit In your stomach All the contents of your stomach being Consumed by it Replaced by the feeling of sickness Leaving a...

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remember when the playground slept in dreams that seldom smiled the merry-goes and seesaws wept~ few truths were reconciled yet still, the empty swings bade lonely hearts to sit all wet from early morning dew and tears from wasted wishes there was no one to push the swing and laugh at tethered flight~ we stretched our legs, a song to sing to snapping wind and...

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I limp into the empty driveway. Four days, two rainstorms, one infected leg. The coyote's nip itches. Dry spot where the red car parks. You forgot me in that park. My coat matted with thistle thorns. I hope you don't return just yet. That you're out searching for your friend....

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There I am, sitting upright on this forsaken bed. The moon has just come into view, and something bright yet out of reach is what I see, and right away I make a wish. A wish to be sent back to a time that has been rejected. To open my eyes and find myself...

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In the mirror I see, framed like a painting a woman who mistakes face for truth, and wears affection like yesterday's shirt. Lost, confused, occasionally lying— One who fears loneliness, so she invites harm just to be seen. One who can't stand her shallowness— but in midnight darkness, a sharp Discomfort reminds her that she's none but a human— the her tale ends in...

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Woke up this morning come to find can’t recall a thing at all really think I’ve lost my mind after sleep digging deep to collect my thoughts and what I recollect amounts to naught insufficient hard drive RAM my memory is shot what I remember as best I can is not a lot it's diddley-squat it's failing me old age is what's ailing me and yet will I forget such...

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In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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