Short Unshed Poems
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intermittant storms
rage in the sky and my heart
my unshed tears burn
in spite of my grief
the sun shines and life goes on
Littlest Angel
holds infant for life's last breath
whisper soft exhale
Littlest Angel holds breath
one single unshed tear swells
Truths slash open innermost fears
Sleepy eyes itch with unshed tears
Pounding heartbeat eats the silence
Never before exposed to such violence.
Lonely heart, mind, soul and body
Overcast with sorrow and heavy with unshed tears
Never again can I hold my love and
Ever he willed my love to die
Loving anew, remarried, leaving me dying
You'll never know I love you still until the end of time
A drop of starlight hung above
a mountains shadowy peak,
Like a dewdrop on a spiders web--
a jewel that many seek.
Sparkling, quivering, like an unshed tear
it tells of sorrows past,
Of joys to come, and blessings
from Heaven to us cast.
Unshed tears, like ebbing ember
May yet burst into flame
Fearsome arousing from slumber
Scars on soul, our heart’s shame
To nip it in the bud
It must be understood
Get rid of all dead wood
Hidden fears
Unshed tears
29-August-2022
Quietus
I lift a glass once meant to toast us,
brimming with all our future lost
for others to keep and cheer.
It tastes bitter and sour
when left unfinished,
its aftertaste
lingers on
tainted
spent
rent
dry
with unshed tears
dripping with resounding cheers
The gold star weeps
twelve silver tears,
one still unshed.
Dawn's bow twangs
in the doe's soft ear.
Tang of fog,
tang of frost,
tang of fire:
three blonde crones
cast the horizon
of the chestnut hearth.
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Smiles
for fun
cuddly pets
falling in love
small children trying things for the first time
When I see someone treated unfairly
war and hunger
unshed tears
make me
frown
"First Place" win !
Written by: Shani Fassbender
for the contest: "Smiles and Frowns"
Form: Tetractys
Unread love poems
By
Jude Kyrie
Between the sun and moon
Were the poems that we shed
Words of love that fell as snowflakes
But were forever left unread
The night stars were ever crying
At the words we left unsaid
They poured stardust down like teardrops
At all the love we left unshed.
Bleary eyes search
the darkened corners
Of the strange room.
Where am I?
Who brought me here?
My mind spins
wildly in rhythm with
the quaking of my soul.
Eye's Burning
with unshed tears.
I strangle on my sorrow
as I try to recall
something more
than the taste
of left over wine.
A fading intent
Lost amid echoed voices
A blurring of lines
A meaningless word
Adrift on a feeling
Softness or sting
Her eyes lied
As she spoke her “truth”
A lover’s denial
A barb blindly tossed
An unnoticed flinch
An unshed tear
Malnourished
When the wise lack wisdom
Un-nurtured youth
I was always taught
Men shouldn't cry
Now when I look back
I'm left to wonder why
Lack of expression
Emotions held inside
Silly badge of honor
A mans stoic pride
Hearts that are broken
Pain from many years
Souls that are drowning
In pools of unshed tears
Strength redefined
Time to be real
Men no longer shackled
They can express how they feel
I am a fractured cat
thin as sleet, nails for a brain.
There's a place to find
to get out of this pain.
Dragging myself out of the rain
letting a drenched door swing open
rubbing every naked nerve
over a prayer-mat,
finding a corner to dry
unshed tears.
I'm a gaunt spook-eyed tiger
and tigers eat the hurt, devoid
of self-pity or stripes.
How long ago did she lose her tears
honest tears of sadness or joy
a trusting heart lost for years
pretend emotions now her decoy
weeping heart captive and barred
concealed essence slowly clears
bound emotions begin to shard
now feeling her inner guide
showing her she should not fear
her trusting heart will open wide
when she finds her unshed tears
Tons of black tears of unshed pain
So much to loose and nothing to gain.
While sadness keeps ripping and tearing ur heart
The rest of u seems like it’s falling apart.
A bottomless pit of unthinkable sorrow
Instead of warm hugs or glimpses of a better tomorrow.
It seems the cruel world is enjoying its farce
But all that ur left with are deep ugly scars…
Form:
I shared with you something so special to me.
I let loose something I can't take back.
Today, you hurt me calling her baby
Making those funny comments.
I hurt deep inside.
A softer part died
The tears stay unshed
I am drowning where my soul dwells.
My emotions, so confused, as am I.
The deepest part of my heart
Holds tight to the past.
When can I release?
Unshed tears
Broken smiles
Happiness never lasts
Fading dreams vivid nightmares
Joy being a thing of the past
Little hope for tomorrow
Dreading today
I’d rather be curled up in bed
Loved ones departing
Constantly crying
Heart mending words never said
But still life continues
Pain fades
Memories forever tainted
Scars settle
As time goes by
The portrait of my life being painted
Form:
The face of this old man painted
as the pastel portrait mute,
turned grey the hard way,
looks at the memory space vacant.
The pensive eyes, one shrouded by
the shadow of sorrow,
the other brimmed by
the film of frozen tears unshed
for the dear ones gone,
engraved in the webbed face
as the scars of the lost time.
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June 14, 2022
Contest : The Pastel
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
I feel just like a stagnant star
Bold and beautiful,
But can’t get far.
My eyes are shining
With unshed tears
My heart radiates the heat
Of long-held fears.
My soul brushed With touches of gold
But to humankind they’ve naught been told.
A Star, indeed, yet stuck so-
Ready to bloom into Divinity, ready to grow
Into a shining Nova that consumes every other star
But consequences allow that I will not get far.
If I’d Only Known
Miracle Man
October 24, 2023
We age and mountains seem to get taller,
but we trudge on seeing we’ve no choice.
Our gait once more, is that of a crawler,
and in public space we’ve no more voice.
Many things challenge us in advanced years,
and sooner or later we all wind up lonely.
Our eyes are now filled with unshed tears,
And we question “what if’s” and “if I’d only”.
What is this feeling
that rejoice and hurts
an instance of laughter
the next of tears
Tears that lingers
unshed and weary
erupting saddness
wringing and scary
Why be happy
when saddness awaits
like a sleeping serpent
to rise its hood
Its bite stings
with searing pain
flushing out
the blissful feel
Why be happy
or be sad
neither lets you
stay sane nor glad
© Nadiya (17 Jan '15)
Let few dangling words be unsaid
Let them remain unspoken
For if all is said what will remain?..
Let few painful feelings be unexpressed
Let then remain in the heart
For if all is expressed what will remain?..
Let few bitter tears be unshed
Let then remain in the eyes..
For if all is shed what will remain?..
Let few awesome mysteries be unveiled..
Let them remain in our life..
For if all is revealed what will remain?..
Pounding heart, swiftly reminiscing in music of love,
Crave for touch, as of when well carved face lingered,
Glistening eyes, with thoughts of how they belonged,
Novelty of unshed tears, keeps mood in chaos,
Wallowing darkness, for timeless piteous conscience,
Silently seeking free from misery, never letting off,
Paving way, for a dawn of unborn series of reflection,
Toward the light of untold stories, for thorough impact.
Sitting here thinking
wasting time
is that all I am?
holding back my tears
like you never held my hand.
Being stupid one more time
on another not to be mine
my tears go unshed
words that can't be unsaid
Splintered heart
that he's tearing apart
crying again
as I have since then
Can't ignore the pain
can't hide it's stain
it's already to late
just can't concentrate
On work or study
to you
am I no more
than a waste of time?
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