Unseen Poems - Poems about Unseen

A new poem is sent into the web, Your hopeful words await the judging eye. The digital tide starts to flow and ebb. Across the globe, fresh verses now embed, Where dreams of fame can softly rise or die. A new poem is sent into the web. Each line considered is carefully fed, Beneath the...

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The soul is a compass lost at sea, Searching for what it cannot see....

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She heard his voice, a melody so pure, A spark ignited, a feeling unsure. His words were kind which made her smile, And her heart grew fonder, mile by mile. when her love became too much to hide, She spoke her heart with the eyes of pride; But silence settled and his words were clear, A tender truth she never wished to...

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I’m a watcher An observer A fly on the wall I’m big, but small I see everything that happens outside of me, yet I see nothing I experience everything everyone else does, yet I experience nothing I notice things, the little things The way that someone walks, the way they flick their head to look away from me Is it something I said? Or didn’t?...

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They saw the shell, but not the spark, They heard my voice, but missed the mark. They stitched their doubts into my skin, Wrote me off before I'd begin. They said, "Not ready," whispered, "No," As if my roots could never grow. As if the dreams I dared to hold Were simply too untamed, too bold. Yet hands they never thought could build, Are...

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He watched them walk by Many scurried People from all walks of life He looked at them and he saw them Yet no-one looked at him and no-one saw him Sitting on a bench His whole life and home beside him in plastic bags Alone and unseen ...

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I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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I don’t ask for much. Just peace. Just proof. I’ve wandered too far past curfew God forgot to pick me up     Five days into April. and I am still standing. Not because I’m strong but because I’ve forgotten how to fall, any further without disappearing   You are giving me the proof and asking if it means enough to bring up. Or should we let the lie be. Maybe...

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In shadows here, I wait unseen, Placed by Dewey's ordered scheme, Does poetry still hold its sheen? Shakespeare, Poe, their works convene, Their pages turned, their words agleam, In shadows here, I wait unseen. Angelou, Frost, their verses keen, Yet I remain, in silent dream, Does poetry still hold its sheen? A novice's book, with cover sheen, To join the greats, to gleam, to dream, In...

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“Why are you friends with someone like her when you could be friends with popular people?” Someone like her. Someone who doesn’t stand out Not with looks Not with personality Plain girl doesn’t talk to boys She doesn’t wear makeup or buy the right clothes She spends her free time doing homework or writing poetry If she's beautiful, it’s the kind nobody sees At...

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By Imran Ahmed A Man Runs Wild Fierce And Proud Head Held High Lost In The Crowd, Chasing Dreams Too Far To Hold Like Rain That Slips Through Fingers Cold, A Dog Behind A Moving Wheel Blind To Truth Deaf To Appeal, It Runs And Runs But All In Vain The Chase Is Endless Filled With Pain, Some Roads Lead Nowhere Yet We...

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A gilded cage, this world we claim, Where shadows dance and truth is lame. A hollow echo, laughter rings, While sorrow's dirge the heartstrings sings. We chase the mirage, gold so bright, Ignoring whispers of the night. Each fleeting pleasure, dearly bought, With pieces of the soul we've lost. The masks we wear, a constant guise, Concealing tears behind our eyes. We build our castles...

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In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine in unseen whispers, I seek a path that leads beyond the narrow boundaries of society, Where I can see how human potential is stifled or flourishes, And only then can I grasp the profound essence of my humanity. For the herd is a vital dance, a symphony of beliefs and...

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In the depths of silence, my thoughts flow like an unseen river, I sink and rise, like a bird caught in the flight of night, each breath becomes a song of time passing by, an echo of moments lived, purer and clearer, endless. On the shores of my dreams, the sky stretches infinite and vast, the cold wind, messenger of...

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In a silent world, where dreams are woven like an unseen tapestry, Artists draw with untamed longing edifices of light reaching towards the heavens, In the twilight of consciousness where thoughts ignite like smoldering flames, Sculpting in the silence of time unseen cathedrals of change. Politics weaves its illusions like a spider’s web in forgotten corners, But artists transform reality...

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