Unfinished Poems - Poems about Unfinished

He is retired; His duties with care he carried! He appears wired Remembering unfinished tasks – Two daughters at home unmarried … As his benefits are tarried, He’s found expired! ...

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I got attached to you so easily, like the sky clings to the fading light, like the ocean whispers to the shore, drawn to you without a fight. Attracted in ways I can’t explain, you are the first breath of my day, the last thought before I close my eyes, the dream that never fades away. I care for you more than you...

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So many things I'd like to say I'll save them for some other day You know the way I think towards you It hasn't changed, the bird's still blue And though not mentioned anymore The shelves are stocked inside my store Provisions for the heart await They have no expiration date...

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When a life well lived has ended, it leaves an incomprehensible hole. How can we ever conceive of the disappearance of a soul? Yet, I think what's even sadder is when the things that could have been remain undone, never flowering, finished before they could begin. A new mother, with undying love, how her heart is harshly torn by the...

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I loved her like the moon loves the tide, Always pulling closer, yet pushed aside. She smiled, and I mistook it for light, Not knowing I was just a star lost in her night. I wrote her name in every prayer, In empty rooms, in midnight air. But love, for her, was never me— Just a passing breeze, just a fallen leaf. She...

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A man with an unbearable need looked for a urinal with greatest of speed. And what a display of repeated foul words when he found one but his pants were on backwards! ...

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like dragonfly with broken wing unfinished dreams never take flight ...

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A man with a most urgent need looked for a urinal with greatest of speed. And what a display of repeated foul words when he found one but his pants were on backwards! ...

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In lacquered boxes, six feet down, Rest whispers of the unbought crown - The paintings left in mental drafts, The kindness stored away in crafts. Between the satin folds they place The morning walks at slower pace, The letters crumpled, never sent, The wild dreams left unbent. A coffee-stained rejection slip, The novel's pages, torn and ripped, Three cigarettes crushed in despair When winter stripped our...

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I walked the winding way down your memories. We live in the age of perpetual documentation - a blessing for the socially inept. Every abstract gives insight, but I crave the full portrait, you in your every shade and hue. I wish to know you better than breathing, but I fail even to take notice of where the edges of my...

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my shoulders are broad my back is strong maybe I was born to carry all of this maybe I was never meant to put it down ...

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Don't take the pencil off the paper Draw the world held on a string The very last thing is the spinning plate It's all in the performance When nothing is real and you're a mark on an imagined page That's the time you should dance It's really rather dreadful That any waiting occurs at all Given the predicament of brief...

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It started at 1, 4 came soon Covered the world in blue That used to be my favorite hue 24 hours and two moons A lot can change in just a day Some phases never let you stay the same 24 years of abuse Put a blanket on the past and Throw it in a casket 24 years out of view Starting over feels so...

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The sun dies hard over the western hills, Leaving red streaks like blood on the sea, And I, with half a bottle of whiskey, Wonder what’s left, what’s still waiting for me. I said goodbye to a thousand faces, Left them all in their endless places. Wars I fought and nights I wasted, Promises tasted, never embraced it. The road ahead was always...

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Unfinished business, it's causing me distress, A connection so strong, yet full of stress. Speaking through glances, so hard, I’m dead, Harder because I can’t get through to your head. If only I had been a little braver, I could have made "something" into a matter. Even if your heart belonged to another, It’s your love that I am after. But now it's...

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