Untold Poems - Poems about Untold

The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris I led a boring life. The end. All joking aside, now the epilogue. As a bookish fellow born January 13th,1959 he attended school and got promoted as a mediocre student, who honestly nearly failed every grade courtesy my nasty, short and brutish doppelgänger, who nixed, sabotaged, waylaid me a little boy blue (nothing but...

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As spring graces the face of the earth, an underlying coldness settles below. Petals dance in the fleeting breeze, yet a quiet goodbye waits beneath Time and time again, cherry blossoms bloom, as the October winds threaten to defile them But if winter lingers on the surface, and spring beneath, doesn't that mean that with every bloom, a bone-chilling frost begins to creep. ...

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Love is not just the use of words Of a feeling, touching silence Everything can be said easily But "Love" is just one word Has meaning behind the back Innumerable emotions, fear Hope and rights are hidden People are afraid If they fall in love Others don't want to understand it So maybe or perhaps Love often remains silent Untold, yet so deep....

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I love how your hand make their way and stops at every freckle and mole, Like they never go unnoticed just like your selfless soul. I love how you write your name on my bare back, Like do you even know how your sincerity gives me a heart attack. I love how you stop and trace my every scar...

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I feel, I feel a little bit more Deafening silences of stories untold Wrenching hearts, welled-up eyes Suppressed screams weaving loving lullabies I feel, I feel a little bit more Breezes disguised as tornadoes Wreckage, havoc, “it’s dark inside” Cluttered confusion showing the ‘light’ I feel, I feel a little bit more In a circus, on a tightrope Smirks, grins, mocking eyes Free falling...

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I knew it soon an intelligence, a beauty, to come to know, the image, the live liver, the sophisticate, the metropolitan. Years went on, my secret crush, never dare dream, little attention given, why dare to dream of what seemed unthinkable, In my teens, perhaps then, friends but not to close, limited by looks, circumstance, safer to...

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If a day starts/ ends without me, I would be totally happy and free Free from worries and anxieties Temptations and negativities The world is temporary Life has to be returned No regrets to be carried on For eternal offers more I Have been in this world long before And I thought my purpose was...

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Who knows who are the casualties of war? Are they the wounded, maimed, and all the dead? Who counts the orphans, widows, those displaced? The untold truth, a light on this can shed I also am a casualty of war My soul is wounded by the grief I see The war is raging here inside my head I am held hostage,...

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In the labyrinth of memory, shadows dance on the walls of recollection, whispering untold stories, And I, an eternal child, wander through the corridors of time, seeking answers in the eyes of those who raised me. They, the wellsprings of my being, unwittingly poured their turbid waters into my soul, A broken mirror in which I see the...

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Tales untold who so fights the dragon; Blessed endowed with light that over shadows; Rush of wins, battles crossed, racing wagon; Blinded hunter lights the sparks; Who am I to apologize for genocide; Whomsoever am I to jump off bridges and fly; Where am I as said dragon whispers in my ear; Memory bold Action gold Tales untold In thus the tale of the...

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Untold Truths The truth is, I always felt this pull. The truth is, I tried to play it cool. The truth is, I told myself this enormous lie. The truth is, I would go home and ask God why. The truth is, the stories that played made me stay. It made me wonder how I could get in my way. The...

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In the twilight of my soul, where shadows whisper untold secrets, Our eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, the universe unfolds, Filled with terrible confessions, like stars burning in a silent sky, Our eyes, those windows to the soul, speak of lost love, of shattered dreams. Through the labyrinth of my thoughts, I wander, a ghost in my...

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In the  realm of timeless verse and thought, Where poets' dreams and visions wrought, Lies a world of beauty, untold, In the finest poems, hearts unfold. Each crafted line, a work of art, A masterpiece from a poet's heart, Words like music, flowing free, Echoes of truth in harmony. In sonnets, ballads, epics grand, Wonders of language at their command, Capturing moments, emotions raw, In the...

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Under the mantle of night, embroidered with hidden symbols and untold secrets, The stars reflect infinite desires, like eternal jewels in the abyss, With finite pages and ephemeral moments of intense passion, But the thirst for reading and the ardor of loving remain infinite, They surpass even death, our fears, and our ephemeral dreams of peace. In the mysterious libraries...

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In a studio, a song so unique, Was played at its pick. It held scenes untold, And documentaries untold, And stories that only a few could pick....

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