Unknown Poems - Poems about Unknown

Letter unknown

Under a yellow lamp I wrote a letter,
Poured my heart on a paper,

The ink I used was my own blood,
A red crimson on a white pearl,

I placed it under a purple envelope,
Fold it with great adoration,
Let me pour the hot wax and seal it  with precious florals
It  was adorned with jems and stones,
The

Fighting alongside the enemy

Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered 
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy 
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades 
Yet somehow 
The black man 
Is on the receiving side of the bullets 
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same

The Unknown and Lying It Scares People

the truth is a drunk in the corner
nobody wants to look at
because he’s missing teeth
and smells like the gutter.

people like their stories neat—
swept floors, white smiles,
the lie folded in like sugar in coffee.

you tell them the world is falling apart
and they’ll laugh
until the ceiling drops on their heads.

the unknown sits outside the door
in the rain,
smoking

In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river

In the mystery of the unknown, where thoughts flow like a river,
my being seeks innocence, unknown even to myself,
I am free, at last, to be silent, to bathe
in the quiet of your promise of promises,
like the pear tree in the garden, which feels beauty,
but never asks why such splendor is here.
On monsoon days, full of

KNOWN TO THE UNKNOWN

I was well known 
When I was alone
 
What was the necessity for you to come into my life?
To mess things up with no sign of strife?

You were the sweet dream that made me sleep a little longer
You have become my nightmares that made me a sleepwalker 

My happy world is broken into bits and

In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings

In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings,
An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation,
In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night,
And the dream envelops me like a wave of infinite, ungraspable.
In the blue of this universe, where time flows slowly,
Whispers of wind and drifting

In the depths of silence, where shadows whisper their unknown secrets

In the depths of silence, where shadows whisper their unknown secrets,
I want to be the one who breaks the walls of your silence with the voice of love,
The one who lets the rivers of your words flow, free and unrestrained.
And if some words refuse to flow through the cracked walls,
I want to be the one

The Unknown Room

I walked into a room and did not know it well
yet, feel I should, for I have been there many times,
not a liminal space, though sometimes this is so.
But this time, oddly, somewhere I should know and be.
Should I recognize those strange eyes that gape at us?
Some duty that I should as duty stares at

From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise

From the depths of forgotten sleep, the shadows of unknown dreams rise,
On the paths of the night, our steps are guided by nameless stars,
In the cosmic silence, the whispers of destiny that traverse us are heard,
Every hidden thought becomes a window to the inner light.
Through forests of memories, the heart seeks its way to clear

Loving the unknown

I use to fear the unknown
I use to stay in my comfort zone 
Right now I’m loving the unknown 
I don’t know where life is taking me
I can’t say I know exactly how everything will go
I don’t fear it anymore 
I embrace it
I’m excited for what’s to come
I’m for certain that bigger and better things

Under the somber cloak of twilight, where shadows whisper secrets of the unknown

Under the somber cloak of twilight, where shadows whisper secrets of the unknown,
I wander through the corridors of thoughts, my mind a vast ocean, uncharted by memories and dreams,
Reflecting on the enigmatic dance between body and nature,
Where mysteries lie hidden in our veins and blood, in the pulse of our being.
I ponder going to the

what is happening is unknown

what

seems to be

happening is

unknown 

appearing as

known~

the appearances

are apparently

not satisfying

pushing searches

for what is already

unknown

Unknown Poet

I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys 
My pen is poised

To trickle out
Some tale about 
A butterfly
Or sunset sky

As sweet as jam
With rhythm slam
Dunk in your tea 
My soliloquy 

I'm a poet
Happy to show it
So on your bike
As I drop the mic

You may have guessed
If you passed the test 
As you peruse 
This

Bruises of Unknown Origin

It was the first time
I heard the dove’s low call—
three minor notes 
stretched thin across
a motionless prairie 
on a shimmering hot afternoon,
the kind where even shadows
try not to move.

I felt like I should be
in mourning too—
but for what, I didn’t know
or had forgotten.
Black Cats and Roman candles
found no customers that day,
just heat, and a solitary

I live life more than ever, with my soul open to unknown horizons

I live life more than ever, with my soul open to unknown horizons,
And I die for You more than ever, for You are the source of my restlessness,
I, my heart, and You are present here, in this suspended moment,
So why do you keep your gaze down, like a dream that unravels upon waking?
I have never

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