Unsent Poems - Poems about Unsent

I crafted words at midnight, perfect in their form, Emotions spilled like rainfall before the coming storm. My fingers hovered trembling above the final key, These truths too raw, too honest for you to ever see. I saved them in the shadows where courage goes to hide, Each sentence held my heartbeat, each comma held my pride. The things I longed...

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Unsent text I want so much to knock on the door to your happiness and ask if I can love you too. Selfishly I want to share what was never mine How can I ask for forgiveness for wanting to be loved in the way that I can’t A beautiful cliche of the human experience I am...

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I’ve written a dozen letters to my ex all were from the heart But the judge says, ‘no!’ … I am forbidden so the letters will remain unsent You see I tried to be loving dashing them with my cologne and doing smiley faces and hearts throughout But she loves me no more and has me restrained from being her love once...

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Staring at the screen, a message unspoken Parallel universes whisper, 'what if?' unbroken Should I send it, or let it fade? A choice that echoes through the cosmic shade What we have is amazing, a love so true But what we could have is tremendous, waiting anew A possibility that beckons, a chance to explore A...

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Written: September 20, 2024 For: Letters or Photographs Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A mound of unsent letters was under my pillow Frozen in time, drifting through my fantasies My rhymes are scribbled with...

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I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say. Words of passion, anger, and dreams that were swept away. Melodies of memories I hold, still flow within my broken heart. I try to console...

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------------------- I find myself with just myself reflecting on undelivered letters of winters past-- the most bitter front glazing evenings where a fireplace becomes a chilled shelter of sharp, dazed musings as I travel within time's slow compass. Two quarter moons ago...you left hurriedly crashed by a wheeler, And my soul burned in the ragged kiln of night...without a lint of words between...

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I see letters addressed to you stacked on my shelf, I know you are gone but the desire to post it to you is ever so strong. But I guess I am wrong for thinking this way As many have told me to just “move on” And live my life according to societal standards of abandonment and...

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My heart was young flirtatious all I could think about was you farming my grandparents fields sunkissed body glistening bronze a young girl's dream those summer nights I'd stay up writing letter after letter telling you how I felt wanting so much to ask you out, but didn't have the courage summer came to an...

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Lord you laid down your life for me I am not worthy to even kiss your feet Dusty words used on repeat seem weak Unopened letters from heavy heart bleeds I am so full of sin and selfishness How can I write you when I am Lost in the darkness of my worldly ways Like a bat I hang...

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Lovingly Yours, And the letter ended Followed by my name, Beside it, a heart is carefully drawn. The sky spotless clear, the stars are shining brightly. Coffee in hand, leaning on a cool windowsill. We are under the same sky, hope you see it too, While enjoying your tea and cloudless end of day. A beautiful sunset, a warmth color palette. Migratory birds adding...

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Carlos, Hanna, my dear friends, you met such early ends, and I'm empty inside. I ushered at your wedding. Warm love you'd soon be spreading - the happy groom and bride. I'll love you both forever - forget your friendship - never. Carlos and his spouse. You treated me as your kin - meals, holidays, way back when, inside your cozy...

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Just like George Jones when He Stopped Loving Her, death, the only thing that could occur To enact what only this loss could secure (Killing the love he had for her) I've counted and underlined in red each time an “I love you” was said Until the pages, written in blue ink Resembled nothing more I think Than a passionate patriotic...

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It was long over due, cleaning out the garage made me blue. A job we like to put off, because the dust makes us cough. Old boxes on every shelf, top shelf I can't reach by my self. I remember that faded flower box, filled with love and a toy fox. As I opened the top not knowing what I would see, I found...

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Those who’ve gone on before me… what I would have liked to have told them – in those unsent letters, those unwritten stories, those unbroken promises, those unsteady poems, those unbleached memoirs – before the grief felt like I’d been struck by a train going way beyond its tracks, way beyond its route, way beyond...

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