Unshared Poems | Examples

Joy Arise

Sojourn a moment, O Life, I cannot cease,
While yet my soul unfolds with dawn’s first light;
Bright are my days, and rich the world’s embrace
Where laughter springs in flight.

Sojourn a moment, O Life, I cannot cease
With all my moments unadmired,
My smiles unshared, all my songs unsung,
And all my peace unwired.

Sojourn a moment, until my heart has known
The fullness of sun and shifting skies;	
Till every shadow yields its hidden gleam,
O Life, let joy arise!

Custard Secret, A Secret Remade

A gift from God, using what's discarded is unshared.
Belém monks kept their ancient tart recipe secret.
Spun from eggs yolks that they once discarded.
Their heavenly baked tarts were so truly unique.
That the monks became rich, when their formula was sold.

Bakers down-under, now sell their own baked tartlets.
Made with a process they too will never reveal.
Curling yellow curds; they make their fame and fortune.
With a unique secret process only the family knows,
Passed down from father to son, in the old ways.

One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams

One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams,
to an unknown place where silences whisper eternal stories,
into a secret mountain hidden on the maps of my heart,
where the shadows of the past dance under the gentle sunset.
One day, I will leave with steps of wind that carry my desires,
with a suitcase full of memories flowing like a river of endless longing,
carrying with me what I feel, an ocean of emotions crashing against shores,
what I love and understand, like a flower opening under the gaze of the moon.
In the mountain's silence, I will find echoes singing old soul harmonies,
and in its quietude, I will rediscover parts of myself lost in the waves of time,
for each rock is a page from a journal of wandering souls,
and each breeze carries stories of unshared love and longing.
One day, I will leave behind shadows of steps and forgotten whispers,
with the thought that the mountain will welcome me as an old friend,
in a silent embrace where past and present intertwine,
like a tapestry of stars on the sky of an endless night, without regrets.

In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me

In my heart, a reliquary, gather teeth that do not belong to me,
but are those of voices I swallowed out of politeness, unwillingly,
they echo in silence like relics of a gentler, forgotten violence,
and I polish them with guilt until they shine like silent confessions.
I tell myself there is beauty in this digestion of thoughts and emotions,
that consuming means transforming, changing essence into silence,
but every night, I wake with a mouth full of unbelieved prayers,
as if my soul seeks to speak unshared truths.
And yet, within this dance of shadows and unlived memories,
I struggle with the ghosts of those words that never belonged to me,
I am an alchemist of my own conscience, seeking to find gold,
in the ashes of promises I never understood, only swallowed.
I place these relics under the pale light of introspection, seeking healing,
but each rattle is a reminder of transformation through forced silence,
and I wonder if I will ever be able to release these captive words,
or if my heart will remain a reliquary of eternal melancholy.

Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue

Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue,
melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips,
pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire.
I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets,
intoxicated by the ecstasy between her thighs, a paradise lost and found,
a pleasure so intense it hurts, an echo of unshared desires.
Let me worship, adore this altar of the senses,
let me destroy and be destroyed, lose myself in your depths,
for in this ruin I find rebirth, in this chaos, the sought-after peace.

Is it Goldilocks

The Sassy Squirrel Six stared into their unshared hole
Trying to figure out who was in there was the ultimate goal
What was she doing down there? Who was that thin?
Is it Goldilocks? Is it a doll? Is it a mannequin?

The creature came a bit closer and they scrambled away.
A weird start to their usual nut-gathering day.
Terrified of what she might do next; with a bit of a fright.
Few humans crawl into a squirrel hole, am I right?

I’ve understood the secrets of your life

I’ve understood the secrets of your life,
I’m no longer your former source of strife.
I won’t take a place on your cherished throne,
My sorrow won’t leave your doorstep alone.

The century looks back at me with disdain,
What’s happened to humanity’s domain?
Deep in my heart, my feelings remain,
My secrets are still unshared, like a chain.

I have many truths still locked away,
My pride remains untouched, come what may.
I come hesitantly, still shy and afraid,
Like a bride whose face is yet to be laid.

Don’t be fooled by praises or empty fame,
Don’t blame the times or others for your shame.
If your heart finds no peace with the world’s beat,
You’ll never embrace the joy that’s complete.

The Great Man is like an ice mountain, cold and unwavering, fearless of opinion

The Great Man is like an ice mountain, cold and unwavering, fearless of opinion,
Devoid of virtues that accompany the respect and respectability of the herd,
If he cannot lead, he walks alone on the rough paths of his destiny,
Knowing he is ineffable, he tastes the bitterness of unshared intimacy.
When not speaking to himself, he wears an impenetrable and mysterious mask,
Within him exists an inaccessible solitude, untouched by praise or criticism,
In this silence, he finds the strength to never hesitate,
And in this isolation, he discovers his pure and unaltered essence.
Like a solitary stag in the forest of thoughts, he follows his path,
Without seeking familiarity, he finds the bitter taste of truth,
He is a soul dancing on the edge of a misunderstood world,
Where the echoes of the herd cannot penetrate his depths.
The Great Man is like a star in the infinite night, shining far away,
Misunderstood by the crowd, but blinding in his own unique light,
In this distance, he discovers the freedom to truly be himself,
And in this vast and silent space, he finds his eternity.

In my eyes, the sought truth reflects

In my eyes, the sought truth reflects,
But my lips speak only lies, incessantly.
That's how I am, a soul that resists,
Every personality it meets along the way.
Sweet words like homemade pastries,
But my eyes and heart hide unknown treasures, unshared.
Once I had a delicate soul of pure gold,
But my innocence was shattered, and life became a burden.
You deserve love and care, I am convinced,
But not from me, for I cannot be your support.
Love is pure, a sacred and profound belief,
And I, unworthy, cannot answer it.
I do not offer you my fragile heart, afraid to harm,
Afraid to lose again, to drown in life's swirling storm.
It's better to keep the silence of these feelings,
Letting them flow like an underground river to the calm sea.
In this melancholic silence, I find my refuge,
Between hidden desires and fears that distance me from what I could be.
I remain an enigma, a paradox of existence,
For in the search for truth, I have lost the essence.

crone understands bee medicine

The wizened crone understands bee medicine
Her friends are honey bees and bumblebees.
They have given her a special formula
Unshared with any other humans

She gives it to an adventurer
He discovers a new country.
She sells it to a rapist.
He falls down dead.

It helps good people get stronger
It gives seekers what they need
But those who hurt others do not do well with it
The old crone continues doling out the medicine.
Loving the results.

Explaining My Thoughts?

Explaining My Thoughts?
Miracle Man
(Archives)

Trying to explain some thoughts
Is like trying to discern why I had them;
But then, thoughts aren’t meant to be explained
And more often than not, go unshared;

A Valentine Plea

Oh Lady, you make my head wobbly spin.
Don’t show such a harsh contemptuous grin.
I fall prostrate at your feet.
From you, expect a fair treat.
Your sole unshared love, can I ever win!

Remembering Shadow Me

my former self lurks in the shadows
Watching others live the life I wanted
jealousy swirls into my head
hardening my heart

shadow me is angry most of the time
looking for the bad in people
perpetually finding it
proof the world is a scary place

my former self hides from the world
her talents are unshared
lying helplessly dormant and smelling
i do not evolve until I become a mother

Talking To the Stars

The dawn fall off, night sky arose, I looked up in charm,
Letting my feelings stir up, feeling some warmth in my heart.
"It does feel fascinating up there, getting a glimpse of the world,
Knowing it wouldn't hurt to stay like this forever, doesn't it?"
Little do I know, the star in my gaze got a little sparkled,
Within a blink of an eye, the star got displaced from its origin.

The star with the tail answered my curiosity, that glimpse of the world
must be terrifying when you are alone, at a place where no one can reach.
It might not hurt to stay after all, but it floats away carelessly in the sky,
Some unheard wishes were still left to hear, some unshared feelings were still left to share.

Weirdly That Is the Last 3 Words of My Last Poem

The room glanced around me unknowingly,
a gilded fingertip held to lips,
A finished thought unshared
In the whisperness i see your dark
A simpered yes has no flaws
A life lived in the storms port
Beating the skin above the shared heart,
All my sighs are welcomed,
Faith in time i ate
like moths feeding on something lacy

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