Unsung Poems - Poems about Unsung

For The Unsung Heroes

Nationals you are the same
Whatever nation you relate to
You're caught up in the old game
Of some national breakthrough
The most independent sources 
Tell you what you need to learn
Privileged with self-importance
You count every cent you earn
Tell me propaganda stories
Tired generalizations
Pose a show-off with no worries 
Though you are a worried nation
That’s your special way to go
Just

Song unsung

There is a piece I've longed to share,
which, up 'til now, I wouldn't dare,
where courage pushes fear aside
and shackles up my foolish pride... 

To put to words, as much for me,
affection in simplicity,
and say those things I wished I could...
that chance may now be gone for good. 

I near succumbed to COVID's wrath;
now, barricades deny

An Altruist Unsung

She lived beside the old temple that has stood
For years on the rocky  bank of the  silent river
Flowing all through the lining greenery  cover ,     
The woods and the arable land  rich and good ;
Years ago she  was the landlady ruler, across
The several hamlets, who doled

THE UNSUNG SONG

Abandoned where aleatory fates immerse,
Exiled in the Whirlpool of Death we face,
Transcending a vanishing star's lost grace,
Leaving sanguine possibilities, a Time we curse,
Mirroring a microcosm of history in verse.

Perhaps in reaction, or rebellion, a world is born:

A world mirrored, where whims hold sway,
A candle's flame, twice bright, burns half its day,
Besotting fiction’s staple, known and

UNSUNG HEROISM

THE UNSUNG HEROISM

As long as this Heroism remains Unsung, 
The miserable shall die miserable, 
The frustrated shall die frustrated, 
The disappointed shall die disappointed, 
And broken hearts shall never mend.

Genuine Effort is the Unsung Heroism. 
It can grant your wishes in your wildest dreams; 
But most of times, even the best of Genuine Effort fails;

The setting sun weaves a poem, blossoming unsung trochaic along the river basin

The setting sun weaves a poem, 
blossoming
unsung trochaic along the river basin 

(Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta)

Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundane day to day thing to sustain. The welfare causes are demanding all those intricate , subtle personal delicate feelings, into a powermonger possessive expositional ownership, for no

UnSung IrReligious DisAuguration

How does it feel to you
when presidents proclaim anthro-supremacy
exclusively made
in one universal God's
straight WesternWhite monotheistic 
over-Capitalized 
autocratic entitlement
for a mono-polistic winner 
to tax and spend against all weak
poor in spirit
vulnerable
disempowered
marginalized
despised losers?

How might Earth-dissociated
patriarchal monotheism have felt
comfortable and uncomfortable
across centuries of Western
straight light-skinned male monastics
expecting historically salvific privilege?

How might this orthodox Tradition feel
to leftbrain verbally dominant

Unsung Poets And Their Poems

the llama scribbled a Limerick
the robin wrote a Rhyme
the bittern jotted a Lanterne
the toad penned an Ode

the albatross’ Alliteration
the hippo’s Haiku 
the panther’s Pantoum 
the cuckoo’s Clerihew

the cow came up with a Couplet
the vole fashioned a Verse
the elephant thought of an Elegy
the pig presented some Prose

these are the unsung poets
the writers of their poem
make a

The Unsung School Bell

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                Seriously,           when I looked around,    

Unsung

Beneath they, unsung 
An eloquent thriving realm  
Only friendship band!    

2-24-2024

Unsung Heroes

Dear Paramedics….  With this poem I admire and honour you
For the occupation you have chosen
Doing a job that so many of us just couldn’t do

You are first on the scene
Dealing with behaviours, emotions ,wounds
Raw human reality of the ultimate extreme

Absolute panic ,violence, sadness, trauma 
Complete devastation of the worse kind
Horrific situations and sights etched

Unsung Heroes

sunbird guards her young
facing predators bravely ~
there is no sequel

07-April-2023
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A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin

Unsung Heroes

The fate of morning is brewing 
By the grace of their mighty brain 
For their wisdom is a blessing 
Even though they ache in pain 

Sleepless nights are often calling 
They can't refuse the call of dawn 
The grace of their charm could be falling 
But they must cause the seeds to spawn 

Unsung heroes,

The Unsung

Bello was his name.
He was a great singer.
He sang better than some in fame 
but nobody knew him.

When he played his old guitar,
all the birds would sing,
for his tunes were so bizarre;
It quenched the drought with rain.

But one day he took a voyage,
faraway, amazing grace. 
The heart that lacked the courage 
bade farewell to those

A Tribute To the Unsung, Self-Published and Unpublished Poets

This poem is a special homage to all Poets
Who never thought, behaved or misbehaved like puppets
Who never had a chance to write a poem
Who were killed by oppressors who couldn’t dream
Who could not express themselves freely
Who clandestinely fought for equality and liberty
Who never had a chance to sit in a classroom
Who worked hard with a

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