Unnamed Poems - Poems about Unnamed

The Unnamed Gods of Morning

I do not pray.
But every morning,
I speak to the god of routine.

He lives in the curve of the cup handle,
the silence before the first email,
the steam
that curls like a secret
from my mug.

My desk is a shrine—
the plant I won’t name,
the notes I won’t read,
the longing I won’t say.

If I believed in God,
I would beg him
to

unnamed

the wind blows, caressing my skin,
my hair is tousled, i make no attempt to fix it.
breathe, once and then twice. 
the waves crash against the shore, 
my heart fills with a strange sense of peace.
breathe, once and then twice. 
my feet sink into the warm sand,
the air is salty and profound.

    

the unnamed

ghostly gray petals—
a shadow crossing the grass
I stepped on a name





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A minimalist reflection on mourning and the erosion of identity, set in the asphodel fields of Greek myth, where unremarkable souls wander without memory…

unnamed piece

In my pointless existence, my only purpose, you, my beloved. I peek at your lips and listen intently as if I was your devoted disciple and you the high priestess (of my heart) (...). I seek words as they clash within the depths but alas I remain a mere spectator. I wish for another's prayer

Unnamed Heart

Written: January 29, 2024
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Your eyes are the blades that slaughter my heart.
These ruby lips store words that pierce my heart.

Will my blood be enough to quench your thirst?
Will your charm be suited to grab my heart?

Your arms offer

Among An Unnamed Female Person Known Within Mine Black Barbed Ken

Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken

Analogous to black box
holding untold secrets,
(after deadly plane crash
no survivors except 
a journeyman foreigner),
I share the following self
introspection with ye dear readers,
which purported hidden truths
might set me free and clear,
albeit laborious effort

to loose constituent amalgamated
compound elements unmined
tantamount to agony
riddling psyche effort to extract
thorny matters incumbent

An Unnamed Pain

 A dull mist hangs in the air
There lingers a sallow gloom
Though it had rained sometime ago
Dark clouds gather once more in the sky
As if another shower could be expected

Leaves shed drops of tears
Time moves at snail’s pace 
There is a dull languor
Just like the soggy surroundings

In the dank confines of her soul,
An unknown pain

Frames of Unnamed Memory

Frames of Unnamed Memory
David J Walker

Flicker
	Faster
Each frame of a memory 
Named or
	Unnamed 
But still remembered

Verisimilitude  
	Considered
Plausible
	Real

A semblance of pretense
The veneer 
of an alternate allegory  

I light a candle and pray
	Every Sunday
For the mercy of 
A deep 
        deep 
       

Ode To An Unnamed Poet

[ to the tune of My Favorite Things ]

Raindrops on dew drops and ponds formed by puddles,
Praising when phrasing bewilders, befuddles,
Nice sounding lyrics that don’t mean a thing,
This is what too much sun on your head brings.

Horses short courses on bucking a rider.
Who died, the fly or the spider inside her?
Dropping your pants to go

An Unnamed Journey Slight Change

I sense it is impossible to rhyme 
in this journey and that even
with a poem searching for words
something is lost
Is it found in the breath
slowly with the slightest force
should we name it the Force 
or is it a lightness that joins
with the smallest molecules
atoms is that what I am
and you and the us
anything else if

An Unnamed Song

melodies that charm
chirps that lift the heart and mind
grateful for your songs

An Unnamed Poem For Love

I do not know the art of flirting, 
nor have I ever tempted an unripe flower, that is why 
I am alone,
But no one can reach even the grain
of my mad love, which is greater than any human being,
free, like the grass grown on its own, 
which oscillates in the wind and is as unknown

Unnamed Abstract Poem

I
Which is more –
words told by the people who 
have gone to the underworld
or the number of stars in the sky?
Before the World War III, till the earth would be destroyed completely, 
will the planet, on which we can continue to live, appear?
Will people get used to the new space,
and will a new life be

An Unnamed Poem

Let’s admit
that not every word has a synonym,
but any action may have several explanations.

Humans,
we make choices,
to the extent our brain is developed
and sometimes we knock our heads against the paradox.

But maybe
out of three different situations,
we are capable of drawing a general conclusion,
grasp one, even three, or much more different meanings,
Or maybe someone else will decide

Unnamed

The rhythm is known even to the next generation
The rhyme has changed to a prophecy and fulfilled a nightmare
Nights become heavier, dreams started being empty, place of peace become a playground of vengeance.

The danger is to whom it is towards, because...
The shooter plays a victim scared to face reality of pulling the trigger.
Felt heartbeat turning

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