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Short Unreciprocated Poems

Short Unreciprocated Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Unreciprocated by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Unreciprocated by length and keyword.


Unreciprocated Help
Help people for those
Who cannot help you back then
Joy is yours await....

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Categories: unreciprocated, character, joy, people, perspective,
Form: Haiku



Premium Member Unreciprocated Love
Our gift of love, unreciprocated...just imagine how God feels!


Date written and posted: 05/19/2019...

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Categories: unreciprocated, perspective,
Form: Monoku
Unrequited
U - unreciprocated
N - never
R - rebuffed
E - empty
Q - quietus
U - useless
I - ignored
T - torn
E - eradicated
D - destroyed...

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© Jo Bien  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unreciprocated, lost love, love
Form: Acrostic
Premium Member Unrequited Love
The worst of love's thoughts is that which lies unreciprocated...



     Unrequited Love Contest
     Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
     11/28/2016...

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Categories: unreciprocated, lost love,
Form: Monoku
Great Love
Love is intense at sixteen
Love, unreciprocated, loss
Intense loss

Depths of longing
Heights of soaring
Floating, contentment

The eyes see, the heart wants
Hoping for intense glances
Burning the depths of eternity

Solar glow giving
Love's hot flame
Tingle down my spine...

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Categories: unreciprocated, love
Form: Romanticism



Cupid's Cruelty
Hopeful he is, as he looks to me,
Dreaming of the curves of my articulate body;
A dream he cannot have.
He cries, knowing love is harsh,
For Cupid did only hit him, and him alone,
As I march, arm in arm with another much fairer and greater than he.
The pains of unreciprocated desire bash the hearts of those who pay the price,
To love....

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Categories: unreciprocated, love, romance
Form: Free verse
Unreciprocated Adoration
Father’s first love.
Whipped spirit nurtures new life.
Unreciprocated adoration.
100 kisses of a tickling ‘stashe. 
Mother: face down, step forward.
Feel pain, never expose.
Teenage sweetheart.
Stunted growth.
Teenage father.
Juvenile protector.
Baby crying.
Manipulation?
Nothing in focus. Thick smoke.
Another blow-up.
Develops a reflex.
A broken heart still Beats. Beats. Beats....

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© Liz Ruddy  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unreciprocated, childhood, family, father, growing up, husband, mother,
Form: Free verse
Hallucinations
Thinking too much
Wish my mind was a light switch
5 a.m. thoughts hallucinate reality
Ghost words fuel scarred responses
Everything ends eventually
Detach early
Hurt less
Spiral out of sunken eyes
Time passes and my frame
Stays still
My body is swollen with
Unreciprocated emotion
And if you cut me in half
I would finally be able to take
A full breath
Am I healing my inner child
If I play pretend?...

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Categories: unreciprocated, body, heartbreak, love, time,
Form: Free verse
A Mother's Heart
A mother's heart bleeds
as it beats
as she grieves
for all those lost
like fallen leaves

Her secrets mingle forever
with tears
Unlocked, 
unshared,
the relentless years

She has no voice but
Love
Unreciprocated
unrequited 
love

No role more testing
than her own
in the unfolding plan
she loves
alone

Powerless, she stands
before joy
before pain
as the arrows that pierce her heart
fall again...

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Categories: unreciprocated, life,
Form: I do not know?
One With the Frost
Love unreciprocated and sufferings untold,
From eons undated and ages old.
Now, fresh menacing storms lash against me,
The all-bearing leaf of the autumn tree.

And now, hope is drained and faith is low.
And at the pinnacle of pain, I finally let go.
And smiling one last time at my cruel world,
Into the winds, myself, I throw.

My body is blue and my soul is lost.
I merge, 
I merge and become one with the frost....

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Categories: unreciprocated, sad, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Just judging myself
Just judging myself

I know it’s just a shame, 
that I waste my days, losing all my pride 
I push others aside, 
that affection can’t compare to those beautiful eyes 
I think of him, That voice and that grin 
And I am hooked right back and then, 
I’m wondering when he’ll be in my life again 
I’m no victim, I’m the crime 
I’ll keep chasing him until I get my time
I just want to feel truly seen again 
Just by him and no other men. 

By Rosie Hill...

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© Rosie Hill  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unreciprocated, boy, dedication, deep, devotion, for him, lost
Form: Free verse