Unknown Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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what seems to be happening is unknown appearing as known~ the appearances are apparently not satisfying pushing searches for what is already unknown ...

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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...

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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...

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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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A moon hanging low amidst the glitter of stars, my heart's aflutter with dire anticipation. Together we cast golden coins in a fountain, the darkness of the night oozing with mystery. My heart's aflutter with dire anticipation, the unmistakable scent of love fills the air. Always the thought of you occupying my mind till I summon your familiar voice in the night. Together...

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If you knew the weight I bear, You'd hear the screams beneath my stare. I light the dark yet feel so cold, Like a silent tale that's never told. Of shining silver and glittering gold, Of a burning past in letters bold. It has been long, it has been ages, since a soul has touched these unread pages....

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Unknown a wooden statue carved by unknown hands perhaps an E.T. worshipped by an ancient native tribe who witnessed unknown aliens ...

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~ akin to dangling precariously on the edge of mystery. ~...

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My land of tomorrow is a secure place In the dreams I can visit sometimes I’m looking to see your adorable face My beloved, my soul, please advice Is there a way to be with you For the rest of my god given time I’m sure that you know what to do And somehow you can drop me a line How to get...

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An authentic host. Seen as some biblical ghost. Who’s unknown to most. ...

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Innate urge to ink soul’s emote, requires we agree to free float in a void where thoughts don’t exist and yet what truth is, we can quote. Stillness a tale, with a strange twist, speaking of how we’re by God kissed, potent power of magnetism, felt vividly as a bliss mist. Beyond knowings of any ism, graced by an unknown mechanism, we are transformed as...

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I wanted to disappear like smoke into the unknown air, where lines aren't drawn and nothing is known, Into a realm where rules don't bind us and failures leave no shadows in the tried soul, But this world is a vast ocean of beauty drowned in a community with a feigned smile, Where our minds are drained by...

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“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown” That man built a house of straw and sticks and the stories that burned within - all consuming the titled prize; like a bird sings a song the metre repeats and sticks. yet, another banner, belies an untitled grimm feast for sore hungry eyes - ravenous writers devour their characters easily mindful, with or...

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