Unfinished Poems

UNFINISHED

It was 9/11/2001 on a still summer day with clear skies and sunny
The start of a beautiful day of goodness
No one expected that dooms day minute
Downtown New York City in the Wall Street area being attacked by two passenger Jetliners that caused the Twin Towers to be destroyed from their foundations
Workers on various floors loss

Our unfinished story?

You were nothing. 
Closing any chapter with you feels like heartbreak, 
The small crinkle that the crack makes, 
That little sigh my heart takes, 
You, oblivious to the stakes.
Hoping you only look this good in my arms. 
Hoping you only miss me when you’re drunk. 
Hoping for you. 
Wishing you understood; you were poetry I

THE PERFECT HAIKU

The perfect haiku
left one word unsaid, and still
you heard everything.

Unfinished Tasks

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!

She, the Unwritten Poem

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

Unfinished Business

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

Unfinished Lives

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

An Unfinished Love Story

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

Unfinished

like
dragonfly
with
broken
wing
unfinished
dreams
never
take
flight

The Unfinished Archive

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

Unfinished portrait

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

Excerpt From An Unfinished Poem

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

24

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

Unfinished Business

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

Unfinished Business

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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