Unheld Poems - Poems about Unheld

...Is there happiness in the finite? Of course not. How could there be? Like a cup too small for the ocean, like a clock chasing its own hands, like love letters crumpling at the edges, their......

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... Every day I awake in a place where the sky is a mist mourning sleep. I stumble on a tower— leaning, broken, alone. Its stones call my name like someone trying to rouse me, like someone who’s ......

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...The air around me is cold, a hollow ache within my bones. Darkness consumes my vision, my dreams are ink spilled on a page. My shoes are filled with stone, my eyes adrift in a river of tears. Em......

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...Broken wings slurred speech cracked halos all around me Shattered heart unmade plans fake apologies and unheld hands To many hurt to many gone to many kids continue to be taught wrong It......

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...Helplessness seeks help in despondency When resources slip out of porous hands A tacit realization of innate inadequacy Devours the dregs of impaired self-esteem. The feeling sinks in the pool ......

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...On a frosty opaque day in windy winter I, an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil by the young aggressive ones spreading branches, walk out of the green forest in sheer desper......

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...I truly sit and I ask and think why me? For all the good I put in the world I gotten bad double in return. I feel alone, outkast, not right in my skin Its so hard to be thankful for the next day o......

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...Splinters of unheld memory Swirling in a tsunami of letters and hidden shames Chessboards with whites replaced with space Creatures formed without a face touch replacing taste magic with wonder......

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...Splinters of unheld memory Swirling in a tsunami of letters and hidden shames Chessboards with whites replaced with space Creatures formed without a face touch replacing taste magic with wonder......

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...No one hears my silences none seen beyond my mask pain hidden by laughter's task sadness pulls at either corner of my mouth cottoned coughs explain the unheld tears hold on tight to fears as s......

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...No Imposter, I Should I once ignore your smile Call the undertaker For I be dead unless I be Imposter fraud or faker Yet should I be, blind to thee Even should a fraud I be Interloper stil......

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...A Numberless Dream Today while walking together with reverent hands there are many unheld books with my unkempt dreams To the wonderful man, who bestows my passions worn we walk with harmonio......

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...On a frosty day in winter an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil by the younger ones walks out of the green forest in sheer desperation. Crossing barren lands goes to a modern city qu......

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...The poet had said : The world is a stage. The stage First Scene Flood of spotlights The actor in centre-stage, walks straight The eyes looking up to the sky The hands intim......

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...Today while walking together with reverent hands There are so many unheld books within my unkempt dreams to the wonderful man that bestows my passions has worn as we walk together holding hands, i......

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