Unfelt Poems - Poems about Unfelt

I often sit here waiting, for truant words to come To chase the thoughts now fleeting, messages on the run These days I sit impatient, as I wonder to myself Are time and memory draining —precious moments left unfelt (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Beyond all critical thinking, above what’s right or wrong There’s a different understanding, where words turn into song With a deeper sense of freedom, light shines upon itself All reasoned dialectic, left abandoned, lost—unfelt (Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2019)...

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Twas once a time you owned my heart, then Laura stole it back Through all those years our hearts on fire, she waited and she sat She hoped one day our lives would part, to never meet, as then… Her voice so soft had cried at night, “I want you back again” “You need to...

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I am not loved These feelings inside me are slowly drained away into the river of time In the brief moments in which my heart creates them, they burned like magic fire I watch them ebb and rise, swirling, pulled away into the currents Pulled from my heart, carried off in endless reams So many of them, burning...

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Raindrops tell dry soil Why the clouds melt Tears drown the heart's pain unfelt....

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I often sit here waiting, on days when words won’t come To chase the thoughts now fleeting, their messages on the run These days I sit impatient, as I wonder to myself Are time and memory draining, —precious moments left unfelt (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

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Twas once a time you stole my heart, then Laura stole it back Through all those years our hearts on fire, she waited and she sat She hoped one day our lives would part, to never meet, as then… Her voice so soft cried through the night, “I want you back again You need to...

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When words were just my better half, I had no fear to have a laugh. I wrote the lines of your grace, I drove your soul by my mace.. You left me by the fallen dune And songs of mine were just a tune.. The solemn teasing of desire I had burnt by the fire… I saw you, amidst the train, again Prophet...

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