Short Unsent Poems
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yesterday's dreams
love letters
bequeathed
widow's weeds
white wedding gown:
voicemail
unopened
dear john
unsent:
conclusions
unsaid
Atlas,
between
caves
encode
figure.
Gifted....,
holed
in
jungles....
Kite
land
man
'nd
named.
Opps
pin
questions
rising
sent
the
unsent.
Victory,
whatever!
Xmas,
yes
z.
It’s about time not to count on time
Its always here to go on
Cut down the reasons from a rhyme
In case the reasons don’t look strong
They’re getting old with every line
We do the same, to some extent
A slice of lemon, glass of wine
Forgotten messages unsent.
How many words can they hold
I ask myself as tears wet the pages in bold
I track the marks and cry two-fold
Trying to ease a pain of old
Scents mix embracing the cold
Memories of yesterday and today take hold
Repeating over and over this insane ritual in my shroud
I keep the unsent letters under my pillow_
My heart is an aching oasis, unveiling unsent epistles~
enveloped in apologies and memoirs of the past.
Yet, I seek the moon’s verses, erased by searing tears,
dragging clouds of doubt with silver shadows cast.
But perhaps these metaphors of regret weigh too heavy,
and loving in sea-swept silence, is my destined retreat.
Staring at the screen, a message unspoken Parallel universes whisper, 'what if?' unbroken Should I send it, or let it fade? A choice that echoes through the cosmic shade
What we have is amazing, a love so true But what we could have is tremendous, waiting anew A possibility that beckons, a chance to explore A universe of what-ifs, forever in store
messages sent and unsent
confessions told and untold
heartbroken- and hearts we both broke
your memories linger around like a ghost
I still see your shadows at my door
scores settled and unsettled, you don't matter anymore
pierce through my heart or stab my back
the tattoos have already been scrubbed off
now you don't beat my drums anymore
VIOLET GRAPE PURPLE ENVELOPE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
violet grape-purple envelope
waiting in drawer’s dim hush.
unsent letters breathing deep
holding whispers and promises.
secrets folded sharp as grief,
fermenting like forgotten liqueur.
the scent of longing and fine wine.
Sealed.
East of Heaven, South of Hell
Once gone before a Man could once tell
Where Right and Wrong splits aside
and o'er Earth angels once abide
North of Once When, West of Never Again
The wounds remain e'er so broken
deep in the aged hearts of Men
Somewhere Elsewhere
Tomorrow Come and Went
Our mistakes relived without care
Despite a breathy prayer unsent
Form:
Bow my head, with pen to book.
Pretend not to see stolen looks.
Writing of dreams I wish I'd had,
Of naughty times when we were bad.
I think of you, I think of them.
But always, I think of you again.
Endless songs, upon blotted ink.
Scrunched up paper, I tried to think.
Love letters sent and love letters not.
Waiting for you to love me,
but I guess you forgot.
My desk is a graveyard of unsent letters,
each addressed to you,
sealed with the weight of words unspoken.
Maybe someday, when you’re far away enough
that your eyes can’t search mine for the truth,
I’ll send you every word you once inspired…
perhaps when “Mirza Ghalib’s” city lights
take you far from here.
So you’ll finally know you were
the poem I never posted but always kept.
~Nilashree
The envelope was white
before he spilled the wine
on letter, wrote in spite
on what was yours, or mine.
And now a purple stain
does shadow words within
then seeps, does slowly reign
and mar the notes' meaning.
Violet, left behind;
the testament of grape
upon a letter signed
so they could both escape.
So it remains, unsealed,
complete, unsent, yet stained;
a wound to not be healed
or love that never waned?
I see letters addressed to you stacked on my shelf,
I know you are gone but the desire to post it to you is ever so strong.
But I guess I am wrong for thinking this way
As many have told me to just “move on”
And live my life according to societal standards of abandonment and grief.
But the unsent messages play on my mind,
Bind me to the idea that I must eradicate the memories of you
And destroy the unsent letters.
he locked the door of his room
closing all entrances, even the windows
to stop the monster in his dreams
roaming in hall from coming in,
he locked the door of his room
placed a chair and sat under the table
the sound of footsteps was getting loud
he just sat there talking to his toys
he locked the door of his room
he just stared at the pendulum bob
writing apologies on unsent letters
waiting for the footsteps to pass
Try
I try and try,
and utter a word.
Only to be left,
Ignored and unheard.
I try and try,
to tell what I feel.
Only to end up quiet,
Assuming that would heal.
I try and try,
to explain myself.
But end up with letters,
Unsent, up my shelf.
I try and try,
to prove my worth.
But end up being a disappointment,
A burden since birth.
I try and try,
to live my life.
Only to lose myself,
To that one kitchen knife.
if i died tonight
i’d have wild flowers
i’d wish i’d gathered
fields i’d wish i’d run
seas i’d still long to sail
unfinished business
unsent birthday cards
unsung melodies and
unpainted flowers on
unstarted canvases askew
i’d have poems still unwritten
but i’d mostly have the memory of you
savoring the last words
i’ve said a million times before
how i’d always and forever love you
forever and a day
AP: 2nd place 2020
The universe is empty, the most!
If I died, the message will be lost.
Hope it finds you even at the end,
Where no light, no peace, no land!
But, at the very sight of the blue sky,
The clouds remind you of me and fly.
And at the darkest night, moon glows;
Shred the dust and red eyes it shows.
Let me sleep, tonight! Lonely dusk!
Warmth of thy beauty shred in dust.
I might talk stupid, even in the prime,
Thus madly loving you isn't a crime.
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Unnoticed he all went then,
A rare case for my eyes unsent.
Unaware I walked through the corridor's ment ,
Not knowing someone's glorious sparkles were on me Amen.
Heard his shoes calling loud ,
But it was too intimidating to look around.
Resisted in every way's crowd,
Turned around immediately as I was bound.
Okay , yes our eyes met,
With a rather delusional way .
I looked away as I was all set,
With an unexplainable feeling called love they say....
LETTER TO MOTHER UNSENT
Forty years since we last spoke in that park.
Not my choice, hiding in the dark.
Lots of changes in my life
Got three kids and a wife.
Uncle John died thirty years ago,
Your brother Martin was the last to go.
My oldest son lives in Canada
My girl, sixteen, is pretty good at algebra.
I wanted to finally speak
‘Cos it’s your birthday next week.
No, I didn’t forget , no need to forgive.
You’d be ninety three if you’d lived.
It comes like the message unsent
It didn’t disappear, at least
The time we saved was unspent
Just tell it like it is
There’s no need in the deep insight
Better put your face to the breeze
A miracle, happening every night
Just tell it like it is
No fancy words can describe
The love that turns out like this
I’m here, but you’re out of sight
Tell it like it really is
Goodnight, it’s time to go now
Our lullaby I woefully miss
I believe you see me somehow
Just tell it like it is..