Short Unappreciated Poems

Obliged, though unappreciated,
Ambigiously so desperate....

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Why do we need light

The unappreciated

Nature goes unseen...

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Amazing Beauty
Unique
Talented
Unappreciated
Motivated
Noble
 
© Stacy Lynn Stiles...

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Bananas
an unappreciated fruit
sentenced to banananality
because yellow
is their long suit...

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Reclusive Arthur Dove
small scale  was is first love
Unappreciated critiques were rife
for his collage&assemblages were his life...

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poetry
ostensibly inconceivable combination
of soft lens and precision
creates awareness of
what might go unnoticed or unappreciated...

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I salute you – unappreciated lower extremity
Made to carry gobs of weight – forced into small high places
I free you – to long walks on cool sandy beaches

Michelle Prital

Feet...

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Always believe caring…devotedly, eternally, fearlessly, graciously, humbly, incarnationally… joyously knits love more neatly on people’s qualms- releasing something truly unappreciated: very worthy xenodochial yearning zeal....

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There is a poem
Dangling,
Unappreciated,
Just hanging there.

On our November,
A Thanking,
Loving,
Pumpkin.

Perhaps poor poetry;

But scrumptiously odiferous,
Dangling
Unappreciated,
But hanging there today anyway.

Happy Thanksgiving!....

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IMPULSES
consistent
  principles
& tradition
practiced
in a
decided manner
deflated
in desire
unappreciated
yet
stirring

the elixor
of
understanding
into
delicate
  illustrtion
with gleams
of
fancy
seemingly
  strange
yet
so
homely...

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Though sometimes unappreciated
And always underrated
We have created a family
Unlike any other
We are strong, fast, and powerful
We fly high and light
We are quick-footed
With jigs, wigs, and makeup
Glitter, fake tan, and sock glue
We are unstoppable...

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There are many ways to say it,
but shat is so vital for the thriving
of all life.

The dung beetle is the hard-working poet
of the world.

Every day it writes its labor of love
upon the hot sands,

Yet no one notices,
and nobody gives a shat anyway....

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Fairy tales don't exist
Is what they tell us as little black girls
We go to school
Listen to mom and dad
Grow up and have a child
Give them everything you have
To feel unappreciated
Only to try your best
For nobody to understand
A perfect life
Just 
Does not
Exist...

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There is often a lie behind 'I didn't mean it'
 A cruel intention in the giving of a gift,
 A selfish motive behind a compliment,
 A betrayal in a kiss.
 There are often truths discovered in fiction,
 Goodness accomplished in a white lie,
 And usually the worth of a friend unappreciated
 Until after they die.
 by Joan Donnelly Ellis July 5 2017...

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How do I feel inside, really?
Avenging your needs, silly?
I don’t gotta kill to be at ease,
But a little pain delivered may appease.
Sometimes I’m mating with confusion
Right or wrong, is it all a delusion?
Potential I have but can they see, 
And feel this heat blazing in me,
No, the answer is no, a to letter
Unappreciation is my medicine, better?...

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cavernously eerie
echoes long dead
frosted over and irritated

grating silence
cold as ice 
unforgiving, unyielding, just un…..

woods feels disapproved,
disrespected, unappreciated
rock solid hush dispels possibilities

slate and shale
hiding teensy glimmers of mica
shining like her ice heart

cavern rules 
showing a presence
that scares many...

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Near the broken bridge outside the post station, 
Unappreciated, a wintersweet blooms lonely. 
Cast by the gloomy dusk in isolation,
It's ravaged by the wind and rain ruthlessly. 
Without intention to bloom first in spring lushed, 
It’s envied by many a flower. 
Even if the blossoms fall and are ground to dust, 
Their fragrance lingers in the world forever.
(Tran.)...

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Silent hours of deepest night
Awake pondering creation
Age has me salient of fact
We are transitory creatures.

Endless youthful years
Quite unappreciated
Oblivious to impermanence
Carefree and careless.

Maturity an insidious process
Step by step awareness grows
Innocence overtaken by age
Ruminating in night's silent hours.


Pixabay image by: ArtTower...

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She has worn out her welcome, that,
Like an old, scuffed-up welcome mat
So much poorly written verse,
It could not possibly get any worse
I suspect she probably knows it, too,
That she is wearing thin as an old shoe
So, it is time that she put it to rest
Like any most unappreciated guest,
And take up another hobby of sort
For at poetry, she is coming up short.

Written August 31, 2021...

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INTENTION

transcendent
dynamic
  turbulent
consolation

overlooking
tonal
  varitions&
possibilities

 a
disjunctive
  predictions
in a
discrete
  prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite

though
  charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated

surreal
  feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated...

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You stood by me through thick and thin.
In days when few comments, were coming in.

You saw in me a poet, possible.
That belief from you, made things, accessible.

Grand talent you are, so very unappreciated.
For you, I wish the best, so poetically educated.

Happy Birthday special friend.
Your fine, classical poetry I do commend!

With love and best wishes,
Panagiota


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Why is it no matter 
how hard I try, you're 
never satisfied.

I always try to do 
my best to keep 
you happy...

But lately things 
between us ain't 
going right, and 
I've run out of 
options.

Is it that you just 
want to use me, 
and play with my 
heart...

Knowing I'm vulnerable,
because I love you so 
much...

Cause if that what you 
want, then this is the end 
for us.

Written by: Poet Shi...

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Autumn’s rumor
is spread in turning trees,
revealed like stains
on hems
of far Missouri hills.

Few search
or care or know
your soft fruit—
few dare taste
tart sweetness—
trouble
to spoon aside
infestations
of seeds.

Like seasons,
they go to waste—
not savored,
unused, unappreciated—
burled relatives,
overripe pawpaws
past remembering,
lingering
as age spots of early fog
on winter’s 
stern harvest....

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I wrote about love like I knew it, 
But with time my love has abandoned me. 
Left cold and unappreciated, I still claim to
Know the words I wrote were true.
Love given but not received is still love indeed, but
Loving another does not make them love you.
Still, I experienced the pains, the blessings and
The bliss love brings. But to love, 
And to be in love are two separate things completely.
Like breathing was easy....

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To you I'm a number 
A census head count 
A baseline, statistic 
Not special 
Tantamount 
A blip on a radar
A bump in the road
I'm just human traffic
A bipedal drone
I'm only a age range
A line on a graph
A check with a Bic pen
A dot on a map
I want you see me
Know who I am
That I breathe, 
That I'm tangible
Just touch me again
Show me you want me
Tell me I count
Not one of the masses
Not common
Tantamount...

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