Unseen Poems - Poems about Unseen

Dress Down Unseen Stay hidden, the world will devour. Take over your life with power. Live a simple life. Fade into the night. Don’t be a part of the drama and gossip. Stand alone without them. You have nothing to prove to no one. Don’t stand out in the crowd for fortune. Walk the narrow...

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Like a lone flower in the silence of still air— a beautiful girl, classy, modest in her grace, unloved by the insecure. _____________________________________________________ Author’s Note: This poem reflects a girl whose beauty and elegance go unnoticed in a world too loud and shallow. Like a flower blooming in stillness, she radiates quiet strength and modesty. Yet, it is this very purity that...

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Some individuals wage wars within themselves, battles they rarely vocalize. Not from a desire to conceal, but from a profound understanding of silent resilience. They appear composed, manage their daily lives, tackle responsibilities, and extend care to others—all while wrestling with a deep, internal exhaustion. This weariness stems from an endless cycle of being the strong...

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M-ysterious A-spect Y-ields G-reat U-nknown, M-using A-bstract R-ealm's O-utline ©bfa053025 Monocrostic (Birthday of May L. Gumaro) ...

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Imagine an alternate universe, one born in the reverse rhythm of our own Big Bang. In this cosmos, the arrow of time flows backward, not as a regression but as an elegant symmetry, a dance of retreating possibilities. Galaxies do not expand into the void but instead coalesce, condensing into radiant singularities, the luminous echoes of futures...

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The Scroll Of Unseen Waters Come, you who carry fire in your bones and salt in your tears…? Children of the drum, the dusk, the dust, and the dawn…? From mountain root to river vein… the land remembers one song… But the cup that overflows can never be filled…? And the tongue that speaks before listening forgets the...

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I should have seen it coming when the sky got dark, A shadow creeping, stealing every spark. The air grew heavy, silent, and too still, A whispered warning on a lonely hill. I missed the signs, the fading of the light, Too lost in moments, beautiful and bright. The distant thunder, soft at first, then loud, A tear unspoken, hidden in a...

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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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