Unheard Of Poems - Poems about Unheard Of

i remember being a child longing for someone to hear my scream a scream i never screamed a cry i never cried feeling like i was the only one with eyes wishing someone was wise enough to see what was happening begging someone to realize how broken my lonely heart really was...

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There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A boy punished for love. And a girl whose dreams shrink in the shadows. Their pain is different, But their silence is the same. This poem is for them For the unheard,...

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There is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention. But I have questions If time...

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I gave my all, only to be unseen. Numb. Broken. Another man told to "carry it." But I'm done pretending. I hurt. I matter. And even if no one hears me I hear me. ...

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the orphaned child gazed at the moon consoled not by love from afar he sat alone, holding a spoon stark solitude was his soul’s scar the lamp in the sky has its moods the orphaned child gazed the moon when it is pitch dark, his heart broods callous too seems, the sun at noon “if God’s real, grant me love’s boon that tender touch...

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At the height of happiness, I spoke of unheard music, a secret symphony, and so what? if only I could live in continuous ecstasy, shaping the body of the poem, with my very being, saving each phrase with the days and weeks of my life, imbuing the poetry with my breath, feeding the letters of every word, pure...

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I listen through my watery eyes without sound or syllable I harken with an open state drawing your fervent glance Do not look away break eye contact a malable conclusion is sought For there we guard our precious hearts, When we listen with our watery eyes....

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I listen through my watery eyes without sound or syllable I harken with an open state drawing your fervent glance Do not look away break eye contact a malable conclusion is sought For there we guard our precious hearts, When we listen with our watery eyes....

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The heart feels heavy, dark as night, A burden deep, a fading light. The pain may seem to be the same, Yet reasons shift like flickering flame. They say, “Just share, don’t hold it in, A friend, a kin—let trust begin.” But life’s not fair to all who seek, Some find warmth, while others weep. And so, in ink, the sorrow flows, A whispered...

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Seal fin de siècle with unheard celebration though two thousand nine hundred will be here in seventy five years, a mere blink of the eye never to early to think about fêted occasion which marks the beginning of the 22nd century. if not yourself (dear reader) than think about generations to come (thus far without an appellation), who will point to old faded photographs exclaim, and chuckle while...

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"a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI" THE UNHEARD A forgotten melody Blows through the windows of pain Tears fall, doubts remain A sorrowful refrain War’s dark shadows looms near Massacres, hopes laid low in fear Innocent lives lost, memories scarred Forever changed, hearts marred Leaving loss, heartbreak displayed Riffles silence smiles Blood soaked in exchanging gunshots Forever battles,...

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With a dagger to my throat, with what he uses to silence me, my words don’t speak. But my heart does. It blows up and out—splat on the floor. I can’t muster words, for I have not been silenced, just robbed of my voice. But I intend to get it back, even if it causes me to burn. I will stand my ground with...

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If I was to speak, would my words pierce the thick silence surrounding me, or would they disappear within it? Not every sound carries through this stasis, which feels thick with something hidden. I watch crowds of people go by, untouched, as if my pulse were floating, lightly, my whisper a soft murmur, always just out...

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I know this could sound quite absurd. Do you ever feel like you're not heard? Whilst talking, people's blank expression. Wrapped up inside their own obsession. Works wonders for my own depression. A problem shared, a problem halved. If you're not listening, don't make me laugh! Talk right into that echo chamber. It talks right back, whilst you remain here. Your ignorance has so...

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In the land where pyres light the skies, Why do you snatch her voice, her cries? In Hindu rites, sons alone hold the flame, But where’s the daughter’s heart in this game? She’s “impure,” they say, her blood's a sin, But who’s the one who deemed this within? In life she gave care, in death she’s shunned, From the sacred rites, she’s...

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