Forgotten Poems - Poems about Forgotten

So many names on the page today, so many more gone— vanished into silence. Does the world still care? I know they do. I hope they do. Children stolen, ripped from the arms that once held lullabies. Teens slipping through dusk, running from homes that never saw them, or saw too much. The ones who cared are left holding echoes....

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In the mystery of night, when stars sing a forgotten hymn, I travel through the shadows of silence, seeking an abstract truth within. Through labyrinths of thoughts, an underground river carries me, With each ripple, closer to the star that ceased to be. In the whispers of the wind, I hear the call of ancient deities, Pouring into my soul...

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On the paths of silence, where stars sing their forgotten light, I walk with the shadows of thoughts, seeking an unseen meaning, In the depths of the soul, where the springs of wisdom flow, Carrying with me desires and regrets, like a sweet burden. You are my Rock, my Fortress, in you I find my lost song, You are my...

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I learned what I fear today: Intimacy. I can’t seem to face my raw emotions bluntly; in fact I despise them for being unpoetic Why be vulgar and direct when I can hide behind my metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my buffer—between reality and my brain cells too proud to be seen scattered, sprinkled all over— well, nothing Even this moment I struggle to simply write:...

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here, between myself and myself, God dwells when He flees the world. I found Him once in a forgotten loaf of bread on the steps of a hospice, in an old woman asking forgiveness for simply living. He did not ask who I am. He touched my brow and retreated back into the wound. we do not think. we defend ourselves from thoughts as from a...

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In the silence between the stars, when the universe whispers forgotten secrets, I would write words of fire, like an incantation from ancient times, Words that dance in spirals of light and darkness, Metaphors that embrace mystery and awaken the sleeping soul. But in my cosmic solitude, I am just a seeker, A soul wandering through constellations of silent thoughts...

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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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