Unremarked Poems | Examples

Fade

Fade into the void,
pale and unseen,
a whisper of silence,
dim murmured echo.

Unheard and unremarked,
an absent fragment,
of drifting haze,
that lingers unseen.

Fragile, easily shattered,
weightless and distant,
an obscure hollow,
of faint gray dust.

Blurred empty thought,
foggy and fractured,
like an unfelt sigh,
flickering invisible in the murk.

O veiled shadow
of former self,
ashen phantom
of better days,

am I but a fleeting shade,
doomed by fate
to wilt and wane,
and fray at the edges,

to shiver and wilt,
until vanishing,
simply disappear?

Not even a glimmer
of self remains.

The Empty Page

The Empty Page

It sat there at my student desk
In wait of task to tend.
Write a poem, the teacher urged,
Your thoughts to paper, penned. 

Intently, I perused the sheet,
Pale white and yet unmarked.
It lay there teasing my first move,
“Don’t leave me unremarked.”

This paper, college ruled and prim,
Well-bleached and full of aughts,
Stared blankly back at me to help,
With all my labored thoughts.

I searched the room for any clues
Of how I was to learn.
The clock was running faster now,
No time to wait and yearn. 

I sat there squeamish and unnerved,
Too weak to brandish pen. 
It was my first time close to death, 
Too late for where and when. 

Surely, all the class can see
My torment and refrain.
I’d rather have a spelling bee.
I’m circling ‘round the drain. 

In looking back these many years,
My eyes were outward bent. 
The chalkboard hung erased to black. 
My mind, abridged, was spent.
 
But time has made its mark on me,
Halfway granting one old wish - 
To find that poem in myself, 
And give to Mr. Nish.

Robert Farrell Waltrip

A Man Above All Others

By middle-age he became unseen
as he slipped by unnoticed
through a changing world.

When down town,
he walked unremarked among
the throng
though he clearly heard
fanfares, and the regal cry of celestial eagles
announcing his presence everywhere.

Head up he strode past hurrying shoppers,
all intent on ignoring
the supranatural evidence
of his transition into non-appearance.

He maintained an air of calm dignity
as the cahier oblivious
to the grandeur before her
or of his omniscient comportment,
bagged a bottle of cheap vodka,
and a family pack of salt and vinegar chips.

Shortly thereafter, he ambled home
whistling a high-pitched prayer of gratitude
for his exalted position and unviewable radiance,
still traveling incognito to his kingdom
on the third floor of nowhere.

Playing Mah Jong

What does the poet write about
When all feelings fail,
When the ennui on which youth’s pretentions
embarked
Are the wallpaper of the frail mind
Unmentioned, unremarked,
When even thoughts of suicide
Would require some passion
(That has long ago since died)
And some energy to fashion?

What does the poet write about
When love and laughter
Hate and spite
Sit together playing mah jong
In the gloaming of approaching night,
Sharing memories recounted
But not caring either way
Till the final cong is counted
And the tiles are packed away
And the darkness has descended
And all feelings felt have ended?

(C) Barry Freeman - 13th March 2021

Unremarked Grave

I never saw where they buried you
I read what you wrote at your mass
Your memory is buried within me
Where your words are still throwing dirt




Monday, July 27th

Composed for Four Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France

The Light Eternal

Can you ever really lose 
  what you’ve never really had
  
Can you ever be good
  if you’ve never been bad

Can you ever pose a question
  that’s never been asked

Can the answer prove elusive
  when the future is past

Can the moments live on frozen
  if only in your heart

Can the love you give unspoken
  shout the loudest unremarked 

Can you ever really finish
  what was never yours to start

Can your light shine on eternal
  —without passing through the dark

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019) 
      ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

Wearing Glasses

Wearing glasses helps vision but also disguises,
With sunglasses blocking some nasty surprises,
They can’t change eye color like contacts can do,
(Though both cut UV rays and hence cataracts too!)

Some see glasses as jewelry; I think that’s rubbish,
One’s eyes quite attractive unless you are snobbish,
New Polaroids help reduce glare in your car,
(Which can help prevent headaches if you’re going far.)

But an unremarked value is blocking bug impact,
A bug still may smart but your vision’s not abstract.
But justifications blow up in advance,
(As you’ll see when my poem considers romance!)

For your glasses reveal you have genetic weakness,
That marketing tries hard to frame as uniqueness,
God bless me, I might make a hit as a bard,
But for Fido, the “hound dog” who smokes in her yard!


Long Tooth
May 21, 2017

Passing Shadows

This isn't the end
But the unshakable gloom
Hangs overhead
Feelings detaching
With each deceased moment
The shredded fragments drift
Sauntering through the darkness
Of what once was

Sleep fails me
Regret blankets me
Wrapped in a profound state
Of contorted feelings
A numb beat
Encompassing every motion
Every passing thought
Engulfing even cloaked sparks
Of incidental bliss

I am all I have to give
At most a passing shadow
Trembling through the wind
Vanishing at a moments notice
Lost in a larger existence
With no light left to cast me
I all but fade
A normalcy surmised to prevail
Yet remaining unremarked
Upon departure

Tanka 2b

Night following day
Commonplace and unremarked
Scales fall from our eyes
Starlight pierces mind and soul
God revealed if one but looks!





A poem dedicated to my friends Eileen, Mary Jo and Anne-Lise. Thank you for you patience with me.
with speciasl thanks to Andrea for her help.

This is a reworking of my previous poem Tanka 2. I hope that this is more in line with the true form of a Tanka. I would really appreciate feed back on this.
Thanks Shane
posted 31/03/2015

Things Unsaid

Regret
Bittersweet tears
Gently fall unremarked
An outpouring of emotion
Unheard

Critiqued

Me...flawed private facade
Unmasked public despair
Looked upon and onto buildings
Filling open space
Galaxy crossing,nation wide
Devils in disguise spat in the 
face
*spits*
Of the one who makes you
Remorseful and unremarked
Deeply undermined
Gradually tormented
But yet successful
So I ask
"Who are you to critique and 
lessen the quality of my work?"
I,but a profound pebble tossed 
into a lake of surcease
My own art in which I lay 
myself
I laugh in your face
Ha!
Not to be taken down from the 
podium
Standing here ready for your 
words
You...flawless public facade
Masking private despair
Looked upon yet onto nothing
Filling only your own
Critics become the critiqued

The Juxtaposition of a Mending Heart Against a Sadder Time

if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a day
no longer stretched itself,
yawning like a wound -
if anyone were to ask
when was the moment
that gave beat to the measure;
what drove
the cloud from the lining;
which dog ate the marrow,
warm and quivering, from
the heart of the bone;
how gracefully the slumbering giant
rolled away from the dew
of morning -
if anyone were to ask
what changed it all
my response would be
it happened as he
listened to the unspoken;
honored an unshed tear;
gave loft to the gauze
of an airless dream;
held an empty hand until
it grasped everything -
if anyone were to ask
I’d have to say
these things became
fluid
as effortlessly
and unremarked
as the wink of an eye
that is
the color of the Aegean Sea

Treasure

Come the day that I depart
This cold and thankless place
I’ll pass on unremarked
But, with a smile on my face
For I have found a treasure
As I head off for my end
The only thing we need in life
A true and loyal friend

To Taste

it might be
kids growing weed-like to manhood 
or my wanting to be with you 
time trickles elusively
I try to hold on 
it drips 
honey from my hands 
yawning to the ground 
washed away in the rain 
oh, to lick 
each precious bit 
from my fingers 
suck its sweetness 
until I am sick with it 
sticky with it 
greedy
wanting all of you at once 
not satisfied 
with delicious spoonfuls 
shining gems 
the jar tips again 
my days 
pour unremarked 
I reach 
to catch a taste
of lazy afternoon in your arms 
sweetness

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