Unfulfilled Poems - Poems about Unfulfilled

In a world of shadows, where dreams intertwine with unfulfilled desires, where the bonds between souls stretch and twist like silken vines, I find my heart wandering among echoes of memories and extinguished sighs, seeking happiness in someone else's smile, in a glance or a word, but as often promised happiness is just a mirage on the sands of...

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Why speak of love with tales so grand, If you never learn to hold a hand? Why make promises sweet and wide, If you never intend to stand by their side? Why is it truth, that only when gone, Do we miss the light we had all along? Is value found only in absence and pain— Do hearts awake only in rain? The...

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In the liquid sanctuary of silent noons, where steam rises to the sky like an unfulfilled dream, we meet in the dance of waters, two spirits swaying under the warm curtain, her hands, springs of tenderness, flow over me like an ancient promise, each touch is a verse etched on my skin, a poem written in whispers, she commands...

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Through the narrow window of time, I see fleeting shadows of lives that remain unfulfilled, Men bound to desks like to foreign altars, captive in routine and silence, Souls enclosed in a shell of paper and numbers, with hearts beating under the cold light's clocks, Once hunters of dreams and stars, now hunters of signatures and senseless approvals, Strangers...

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Among flowers of dazzling beauty, under the sky of unfulfilled and lost dreams, I see graceful webs, meticulously woven, like a dance of passion in the morning light, No proud architect can create such a veil of illusions and hidden mysteries, The sticky dreams of deep melancholy whisper of endings that lurk silently. Hidden teeth, like shadows, await the...

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Sick with longing for you, for the scent that entwines the morning air with unfulfilled desire, I lose myself in your eyes, a tempting labyrinth, dancing with hidden desires, Your voice, like a gentle breeze, carries whispers to the edge of the night, The sky bends to listen to our stories, the stars illuminate the paths of fate. Sick...

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To live means to be alive, to defy unfulfilled moralizers, Digital prophets marked by the compulsion to preach, The trendy ideologies of the day, without hesitation, without end, To be alive is to touch destiny with the hands of fate and become worthy Of the breath that vanishes in the great adventure of death, To break away from the safe...

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This morning, I packed my soul into a backpack worn by unfulfilled dreams, Leaving behind the noise of the city that grinds my existence like a rusty windmill. I set out on unknown roads, where silence weaves spider webs between reality and dreams, And my shadow dances alone on the hot asphalt, like a memory from a future...

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In shadowed depths where silence wraps its cloak, My heart, once strong, now aches in quiet plea, For love’s lost light, a fading, gentle smoke, Has left me cold and longing to be free. You came like dawn, a promise of the spring, But left me caught in winter’s cruel embrace, Your words were warmth, yet now a bitter sting, Each memory...

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In the twilight realm, filled with unfulfilled dreams, Where shadows whisper tales of barren lives, People move as if in a trance, succumbing to the fragile Allure of surrender, seeking solace from the inner storms. Here, in the labyrinth of insecurity, where self-doubt casts the longest shadows, Fragile souls find ease in submission, Their spirits bend, but do not break, under...

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Under the canopy of stars, each a distant echo of an unfulfilled dream, I walk, my footsteps barely touching the earth, as if Terra herself fears the weight of my contemplation. I am the seeker of immortal dreams, the weaver of fragile hopes, In this sacred dance of light and shadow, where the soul meets its reflection. Oh, how...

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If I'm not gone I feel like I'm not worth it at all But I don't wanna kneel I prefer to stand tall...

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everything ... human does is humane... ...

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My words can’t translate The eyes of the world wait Hesitation catches in my throat I can’t read or see Something else has control of what I’ll be Stumble around in the dark space I occupy My life flips across my mind What shall become of me? These forces are forcing a blank that is drawn The interpretation of my thoughts has come to...

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Under the vault of shadow of unfulfilled love, The sweet poison becomes the purpose of bitter days, When the heart, caught in the tender dance of beginnings, Gradually sinks into the labyrinth of forced intimacy. A flight that seemed to reach for the heavens, in fact descends into the abyss, Turning passion into a lost mechanical rhythm, A dream turned into...

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