Unsung Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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;...

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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...

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How does it feel to you when presidents proclaim anthro-supremacy exclusively made in one universal God's straight WesternWhite monotheistic over-Capitalized kleptocratic entitlement for monopolistic winner to overtake all weak poor in spirit vulnerable disempowered marginalized despised losers? How might this 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 scribes? interpreters of ancient language translators manipulators of...

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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...

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Beneath they, unsung An eloquent thriving realm Only friendship band! 2-24-2024...

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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...

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sunbird guards her young facing predators bravely ~ there is no sequel 07-April-2023 __________ A New Nature Themed Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsor: Tania Kitchin...

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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,...

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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...

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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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Those songs are unsung, Those were the soldiers with name unknown. Who will sing the songs unsung? They fought for their land with no fear, but are here with no name to hear. They were the warriors of the fight to freedom, They were the soldiers with great patriotism. They forgot their way to home, In search of way to freedom....

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