Short Nameless Poems
Short Nameless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Nameless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Nameless by length and keyword.
Aimless
Shameless
Nameless
Claimless
Downward, his life's path: Aimless, shameless
A legacy lost: Nameless, claimless
weather-beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are
Sitting in the dark
Nameless, you're frozen in time
Though lost, be reborn
Leave the safety of the cold
And fly for the sun once more
Among dry-stalk yerba-santa,
who could have planted
these nameless
flowers in blue and lavender,
saffron, magenta,
and sun-spot yellow?
True Love.
Red Hands In Your Heart
In Self Love...
Mental Mmm... Mental...
It Really Needs A
Better Name.
-Gray Squirrel
10-11-2025
Nameless,
For me, you happiness, remained
Till
The beats of my heart chanted
Her name!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 MARCH 2014
Plastered posters up on dividers
laminated and preserved for generations
of students, marching by filing
nameless the years, uncounted
the numbers
those tanned legs
that white hat
her taunt arms
I have dreamed of looking like her
tor over fifty years
a nameless beauty who got out of a car once
without my voice i
cannot sing, without my heart
i can only breathe
the sparrow waits in
silence, the clock holds its chime
voice and heart wander
Tanka
It is the nameless voices
The souls of those we never knew
That shapes our world
As it is today
We are the ghosts of the past and future.
Bit my lip
And sat in a corner
Dreaming about something
Or someone
A nameless face
A wandering nobody
Fought back those visions
To find you standing there
Form:
tingling spine
love aligned
throbbing thus
third eye whirs
Guru’s grace
purging fire
nameless one
rise here now
full of light
26-January-2023
Tricube
We all hear Rachmaninov and Chopin
Plus Mozart, Brahms, Beethoven, and Schumann
But it’s unfair, I say
That no one will play
That great composer who’s just known as Stan
nameless,
moving on
a footnote
of his
yesterdays:
now
immune
to the pain,
a subtext
of flesh&blood
long lost
in
fading
memory
I've heard roots digging underground for me'
they need my concentrated pain to blossom
in whispered scent of angels bringing Spring
and pure white Hope of finding ageless Love
go ahead scream at me
let me know im not nameless
Go ahead and use me
let me know im not alone
Go ahead and beat me
show me you love me
Go ahead leave me to die
let me know im alive
Once I thought—I had a place,
A hidden mark in time and space.
Now I fade, less than dust,
A nameless shard consumed by rust.
In endless skies where galaxies exist…
Am I alive—or just persist?
Nameless.
Unassigned.
Invisible.
Wanting so much,
yet fearing even more.
Too aware to pretend.
There are things
you simply cannot play.
No matter how long you practice
the art of acting.
Lost
Children
Dirt abound
Swollen bellies
The ground for sleeping
They need food and water
Asking for money to help
Nameless faces on the telly
Only one call needed to begin.
©Holly P. Moore
December 2012
I've heard roots digging underground for me'
they need my concentrated pain to blossom
in whispered scent of angels bringing Spring
and pure white Hope of finding ageless Love...
copyright@iolandascripca
Done with; discarded by Time;
Beyond city walls.
As one nameless grave beneath.
Where a great hush falls.
Insofar belongs only
The world to the young!
To the extent none search for!
Some backwood among.
I want to fly high
To reach up the cloud
To stay there still
To capture the peace
To kick out all my roots
To be an ocean of silence
To get new sunshine
To wipe out my address
To be nameless
To meet the end
Form:
Om
ID-entity
Is
Meaning-less,
Like
All
Generality.
Why Should
We Nameless
Have Names?
A Show
Of
Convenience,
Like
Any
Machine,
A Placard...
A Lie -
Unrequited.
Om
BEEN TO CROWDED PLACES;
MET A THOUSAND NAMELESS FACES.
SOME LOOK LUCID,SOME LOOK PALE
EACH CARRIES A STORY,I CAN READ SLIGHTLY.
ENTHRALLED BY THE MAGIC,THEY ARE ALL THE SAME.
"ONE MAN'S JOY,ANOTHER MAN'S PAIN"
Form:
An unknown voice cried out
from the abyss,
As the nameless got in line
with the rest
The promises offered
lies to reclaim,
As the devil called out roll
from his list
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2014)