In case we never meet or met and never knew, this poem is written for you.
Your my beautiful, realistic, but slim possibility
A stranger place somewhere in the world where I can only imagine the features of your face, the texture of your hair, and the complexion of your skin-
A beautiful person I imagine on the outside as well as within
You're a joy I may never have, a love I may never know.
I can only imagine the places together we may never go.
I sometimes wonder, are your thoughts like mine?
Could you be thinking the same things I'm thinking, like where am I…
You're my "SUPPOSED TO HAVE", but may never be.
Where my footsteps may never lead.
You're my beautiful realistic, but slim possibility.
Categories:
unidentified, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
In case we never meet or met and never knew, this poem is written for you.
Your my beautiful, realistic, but slim possibility
A stranger place somewhere in the world where I can only imagine the features of your face, the texture of your hair, and the complexion of your skin-
A beautiful person I imagine on the outside as well as within
You're a joy I may never have, a love I may never know.
I can only imagine the places together we may never go.
I sometimes wonder, are your thoughts like mine?
Could you be thinking the same things I'm thinking, like where am I…
You're my "SUPPOSED TO HAVE", but may never be.
Where my footsteps may never lead.
You're my beautiful realistic, but slim possibility.
Categories:
unidentified, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
"Hereafter, unidentified"
Unidentified
a whole world
submerged
in a dream
Mysterion
in solitary seas
messages
stolen
from a heart
last minute
in another’s
dream
meaning seized
siren
calls
from the seabed
identified,
unidentified
here
after
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
unidentified, mirror, muse, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Unidentified
Written: by Tom Wright
2/2/2016
Unrealistic desires,
Left him with acerbic recollections
Of a life filled with decaying memories.
When young, years faded,
And passed away as time marched on;
But when older, his days took wings,
And morphed into a whisper;
Life has came to a sweet but sorrowful end
Far beyond his long ago days;
He wasn’t one who failed at life, merely surviving.
But had to scratch every day to survive;
I know he fought a good fight,
I hope he kept the faith, and now, his race is finished;
Today my thoughts unravel,
As tears flow for the loss of a great friend;
AW
Categories:
unidentified, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse
You look to your left
I look to my right
Both of us see
An object in flight
It’s silver to me
It's blueish to you
Yet neither of us
Have the slightest of clues
It is what it is
We see what we see
It's blueish to you
It's silver to me
Categories:
unidentified, creation, imagery, mystery, space,
Form: Free verse
Jam jars are talking please be quiet as represention of a silver feather is held in radiating heat beams. Ooh amazing destitutions' of diva dogs drape digits dramas dramatically *** stupor sap salt salads. *** erogenously evenly distributed elements *** bean sprouts giggling *** mysterious monster moons. ***
Categories:
unidentified, bangla, beach,
Form: I do not know?
Unidentified
anthropomorphically
Intimidating
Categories:
unidentified, identity,
Form: Haiku
Under a smile - pain.
Faces are good at hiding
Oppressive feelings.
Categories:
unidentified, angst, pain,
Form: Haiku
Echoes heard from Mars to Pluto
Sound the alarm on alien radio
Jupiter cried, cause Saturn's ring was lost
"Repeat" no matter the cost!
Heathcare for all, pay it again, Sammy-o
For Carolyn Devonshire's Limerick contest
Thanks Carolyn!! It was fun!
There is an old Humphrey Bogart film with the quote"play it again Sam" That is what
gave me the idea for the play on words. did not mean to offend anyone. I was just
trying to make a rhyme with pluto.
If you noticed this limerick makes no sense, like what's going on in Washington DC
with the healthcare form and reform! (**)
Categories:
unidentified, funny, political
Form: Limerick
Is it me or is it you?
A problem identified by so few.
It could be someone else,
hellish interference to ruin ourselves.
Happiness is yearned by those who do not have it,
achieving it out of sacrificial habit.
Love without understanding is a waste,
finding the easy way out with such haste.
And thru time we become unidentified to everyone we
once knew,
killing ourselves so others can see our point of view.
Shed your tears and face your fears,
I seek what you seek for future years.
Categories:
unidentified, lost love,
Form: Elegy