Unseen Poems - Poems about Unseen

In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts, I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness, is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind? Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes. It is here, right now, in every breath...

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(A subaltern dawn song...) We rise before the rooster cries, Before the sky begins to blush, Before the bosses sip their tea, We sweep the silence with a hush. The city sleeps in dreams of glass, We move like whispers through its veins With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace, Erasing footprints made of stains. The milkman’s cycle hums its tune, His bell rings...

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When truth is reversed into lies, a silent cry takes its place. And when this happens, prayer becomes the only weapon against the cruelty of the world. A cry the world refuses to hear. A pain that goes unnoticed. A silent cry in a solitary room— and yet, a flicker of hope, a thought still blooming beyond the ache. Trust becomes a fragile thread— easily frayed once...

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J-ustified E-motional N-ook N-urtures I-nner F-orlorn E-ffect, R-estoring T-ranquility A-mid N-ightfall ©bfa062525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Jennifer I. Tan)...

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The hidden Beauty no one sees, It speaks when the world is lost in sleep, Yet the moon caught a gaze- someone admiring it, While others still lived in their virtual slit. They peeped blue ray-she felt the glowing mist, They missed the grace the silence kissed....

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Not every blossom greets the sun, Nor every triumph shouts it's won. Some flowers bloom in silent grace, Unseen by crowds, yet touched by faith. They grow in corners most forget, Where pain and prayer and love have met. And though no stage may hold their name, They burn with soft, eternal flame. So let them bloom, those quiet souls, Unpraised by fame, yet...

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You applause the actor Her harmonious tone Her play of words Her triumphs heard But do you love the stage after the song The leftover footprints from where it sang along Atoning for every step that was missed Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments The dust from the skill she used to win The dirt from the shoes that store talent within She takes a...

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Roots in unseen air, Dreams rise where no soil is bare— Freedom lights the heart, Growth chooses its own true way, Dreams weave threads in silent play. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Roots unseen, yet possibility stirs. Trust quiet moments—freedom sparks growth, weaving dreams in time. ...

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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 graceful young girl, modest in her quiet glow, unseen 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...

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

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