Unraveling Poems - Poems about Unraveling

During this time of agents and robotic helpers, we yearn for personification. We crave them to recognize who we are, what we desire, even to know our favorite ice cream flavors. We want these tools to simplify our daily activities. Giving us quick, personalized responses, while avoid boring repetition. We want our agents to reflect our deepest longings. They should have a...

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What the hell is going on? Do I know? Hell no, I don’t. I don’t care either. I lie. I do care. I care very much. I think perhaps I care too much. It hurts. But isn’t it impossible, Impossible to care too much? Is it? I know It is possible to care too little. Perhaps not care at all. I’ve felt that. I’ve been there. No one cared. No one. Not even me. But caring...

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Where do the colors we see arise? Not from sun’s bright, light guise, But from its white, split and spun, Through raindrop prisms, one by one. A spectrum forged in falling rain, That spills color on Earth's domain. Red blazes in autumn’s gaze, In maple leaf fire and embers haze. It's rouge in a rose’s velvet flare, Smeared on dusk and dawn with flair. Orange...

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Wounds once buried beneath soft steps, now echo through me, stone by stone undone. Contest: Crystalline Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date: June 14, 2025...

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She says she loves me—yet dreams of another, her heart adrift on restless tides, where my name dissolves into echoes, a whisper lost before breath takes hold. I am broken. I see her alone within my marrow, etched into the walls of my being. But she sees him, an apparition of longing, a mirage flickering in the heat of her wanting. I am splintered. I stand...

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We were made to believe that silence, for a man, is relief so we bottle it all up even when our heartbeats stop. We were shaped into robots sponges for the world's troubles soaking in pain and problems as if endurance was our fate. But truth is, there’s no strength in silence. It only comforts for a moment so I’m unraveling this silence to exist after...

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Time, that silent betrayer of dreams unraveling at dawn, Like an unseen knife cutting deep into the flesh of lost memories, Speaks to you without words, a master of crimes hidden in shadow, Raises palaces of hope at sunrise and buries them in the silence of graves. It forgets its promises in a blink, turning "forever" into "once," Burns vows...

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I was certain. I was sure. I knew what I knew— until I didn’t. A thread pulled, a question I never meant to ask, a whisper splitting at the seams. The more I learn, the less I know. The less I know, the more I understand. I trace the edges of truth, only to find them fraying. I tighten the knot. I loosen the knot. I untangle it. I make...

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Is it truly death they fear, or the unraveling of their illusory self-importance, as they tread through existence, erecting fragile monoliths of their ephemeral legacy, believing their names will resonate through ages, as if permanence were a divine gift, a privilege born not of vanity, but of an illusion of eternity that never ends, watching as each moment turns...

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Paralyzed by an unexplainable grip Left side blanketed in weakness Levels off brimming with dread Countless questions lingering No answers just hoping time helps Waiting for silence to soften the edge But the static still crackles in my head Hands shake like awakening memories A battle my body won’t let me forget Counting the hours in shallow breaths Tracing the fault lines beneath my skin Between...

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It's one of those days when everything feels like an illusion unraveling at dawn, Like a dusty road that fades into horizons without destination, Each step seems futile, and the meaning of life dissolves in the mists of time, It's just me and the infinite sky, staring aimlessly, as the hours flow like silent rain. I lose myself in...

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The air hums with the weight of whispers, of promises broken before they were made. Skies once endless now streaked with fire, oceans rising like hands reaching, asking if we still remember their name. Cities pulse in restless hunger, neon veins feeding sleepless bodies. Glass towers stretch toward absent gods, while shadows curl in alleyways, where the forgotten carve silence into stone. Somewhere, a child...

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I'm clawing through my mind, every thought pulling me closer to the jagged edge, where oblivion waits. Fatigue wraps around my bones, a weight so heavy it almost feels like comfort. But I can't let it win. If I fall, I'll vanish, swallowed by the dark, forgotten by everything I once knew. So I push back, fists clenched, fighting the pull of the void, because...

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Have you ever wondered what people are thinking about What’s playing on repeat in their head Their- World The place where they spend all their time Thinking a thousand thoughts per minute Ideas, School, work, worries, Family, thoughts, friends, overthinking, Thinking over and over and over again. All these things pile up rather fast Soon everything is too...

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Cosmic chrysalis, chaotic change; Pure and positively poisonous, play with that potential; Sting or stay a succubus, stylish and succinct; Cocoon of ceremonious unraveling contemplative chrysalis....

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