Short Unclaimed Poems
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Worry
changes nothing
tomorrow unmoved
Forfeiting
the gift
— of a present unclaimed
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Writing in obscurity,
musings unrestrained
Words to live both free and clear
—nothing to repay
(The New Room: April, 2021)
She blooms in still air,
where no footsteps dare to pass—
a shadow in light,
veiled in modesty and grace,
unclaimed by trembling hearts.
an unbound heart
roaming wild and free
an untried love
something that won't be
an untamed spirit
looking for what it needs
an unclaimed soul
moving away from me
Beautiful lady with a secretive smile
Mysterious eyes darkly framed
Many an artist amazed by this style
Her beauty rare and unclaimed
No cold and lonely work of art
All that awaits
are the memories
All that’s left
still unclaimed
All that I treasure
lay buried inside
All in those choices
— unmade
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Present ordained
past future in shame
The Poet and Jester
as one
Living unclaimed
free and unnamed
Archangel and Devil
—undone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Present ordained,
past—future in shame
The Poet and Jester
as one
Living unclaimed,
free and unnamed
Archangel and Devil
—undone
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
We've decided to sell our souls,
for the pursuit of Utopia,
But it seems that it's still there,
In between two heartbeats,
Of the opposite spirit.
Written: June 27, 2022
I have felt this burning passion before,
when the youthful blood still flowed
within my strong blue veins.
This tingling sensation remind me,
of those unclaimed bottled passion,
Now, I just wish I could run
Crack open the vein
and let me back in
The ore of your vision
to mine from within
All treasured remembrance
lay fallow unclaimed
Awaiting my entrance
—forever proclaimed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2021)
A Poetess schemes
A Poetess dreams
In the thick afterglow
Of what’s never to know
Her feelings unsure
Her words premature
Her voice still unnamed
—her suitor unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Are people religious because
they’re good?
Or good, because they’re
religious?
The questions remain,
the verdict unclaimed
The wrong answer deemed
—sacrilegious
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
A while
Surprise
Few miles
Determined
To be
Time gone.
Passing through
Fast lanes
Unclaimed.
Years abroad
Months are gone
Weeks roll by
Days fly.
Hours, minutes, and seconds
Time has expeditiously gone by.
creased mind uncared blank
ashen visage dumped unclaimed…
dry tears laid subsoil
September 5, 2019
Syllable count : 5/7/5
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Reference song : Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles
Dropping its bomb,
always missing the mark
Your echo implodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Drifting abandoned
—in silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dropping like a bomb,
always missing its mark
Your echo explodes,
a sound hollow and dark
Answers unquestioned,
all bombast enflamed
Smoke drifting abandoned,
—its silence unclaimed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Living in the present
living in the future
One conflates the other
betrothing joy and hope
Moments breed contentment
from wishes left unclaimed
Tomorrow rules our nightly dreams
— and all today holds dear
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Distance there in space unclaimed
Lay a barren desert drought
A phantom sea there drifts unnamed
Eyes stare in untamed thought
Nothing ever comes in view
All thoughts just pass from sight
Void of thinking thoughts anew
Rest there in daytime’s night
Is freedom a mere habit
or by will prescribed
Are our actions predetermined
or self applied
Is consciousness a desert
or paradise unclaimed
Each thought an oasis
—watering truth’s refrain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Drowning in my bitterness
and the smallness of reluctance
I refuse again to see
what life has gifted me unclaimed
Falling back into the prison of my dark
unfolding memoir
Drifting lost into an older time
— negativity holds dear
(The New Room: May, 2024)
Reeling
And Feeling
Like peeling
Of all my unwanted clothes
Revealing
And Healing
By kneeling
Before the goddess of my Rose
Look at me
I am not ashamed
Look at me
You are still unclaimed
Look at me
But do not pity me
Look at me
And end up loving me.
Conspicuous
by his absence
Entrenched
in his abeyance
Condemned
in his reluctance
All feelings
askant
Forgiveness
but a carrot
From a garden
long estranged
Those closest
to his exit point
Bereft
— and unclaimed
(Villanova University: January, 2025)
I wonder why, when,
Where my dreams birthed
The right to own Me.
I wander the wonder of
Unclaimed lands of fruitful visions
Set to harvest ripe purpose...
Dreams...My favorite
Me.
No longer to wander the
Wonders of obscure them,
No...this amazing Me.
Wonderful Me.
Standing in
baggage-claim,
watching belongings
go round again
waiting for something
that will never come,
an army of strangers
grab their bags and run
leaving me distant
adrift and alone,
as the carousel stops
—my location unknown
(Shangri-La Airport: January, 2004)