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Best Poems Written by Anon Poet

Below are the all-time best Anon Poet poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Maybe

Maybe...
it was not meant to be
The death of a heart...
Oh, was I really just too blind to see?

Maybe...
My heart is doomed
Forever failing...
Whenever love has bloomed

Maybe…
it wasn't enough just to feel
Should have done more...
Shouldn't have let my spirit kneel

Maybe...
You were really just a fantasy
That I'd built in my head...
Now it seems such a huge fallacy

Maybe…
By Ur actions, I was just too crushed
Utter chaos rampant inside...
Burning rage, grief, misery, humiliation and self-disgust
 
Maybe...
I never truly loved you
But then, even after all this while...
Why does it hurt me so, why does it cut so true?
 
Maybe…
My heart is now dead
Detached, stony, frigid, barren, untouchable...
Legacy, of heartbreak…Emotions all spent, fled

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All Alone, I Stand In the Crowd

All alone, I stand in the crowd.
All aground, I travel the oceans.
All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog.
All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past.
 
All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul.
All afloat, I founder in the green depths of the still lake.
All accursed, I stand blessed in the temple within.
All asunder, I huddle deep into myself.
 
All asleep, I wake to legions of false shadows.
All aglow, I blunder amongst the empty darkness.
All aflight, I crash into the dense undergrowth of the deep woods beneath.
All across, I turn back and see myself back where I began.

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City Life For the Masses

The loo enters during summers,
The chill penetrates in the winters
 
The ceiling leaks during monsoons,
The mosquitoes sting like harpoons
 
Came to the city with many dreams
From the lands of plains, valleys & streams
 
Came to the city, to earn a living, with wishes
The mirage of untold, unforeseen riches
 
(The City) Pulled them into its greedy claws,
Hiding it’s own weaknesses, it’s flaws
 
What have they become here, now?
Forced to make their heads bow,
 
As a driver, sweeper or domestic help
Confined to their lowly class, like a slave’s whelp
 
Ridiculed, raped, beaten, manipulated
Was it in their fate, to be cheated?
 
Were they not happy, in their valleys, their farms?
What drove them to the city, in great swarms?
 
Will they ever go back, escape?
Or will the city life forever hold them agape?

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The Days Gone By

Something else? Or is it just a question?
In every language, in every nation, nearly everyone                                                                          
Asks themselves at least once - Oh my!
Where have the days gone by…..?
 
The student panics. His greatest sorrow- 
The bloody exam is tomorrow!
The revision time is over. Out comes a cry-                                                                                         
Where have the days gone by??!!
 
The aged nostalgise. On their beds they lie.                                                               
Memories are all they have now to live by.                                                                
Their time is running high.
Where have their days gone by?                                                                                                          
 
The politician recounts- I wielded such power!                                                        
As I stuffed myself with bribes, assistants would hover.                                             
While the people cried- Fie!
Where have those days gone by???
 
The retired athlete rhapsodises. His old medals are all
That are left to remind him he once stood tall.                                                         
Those days were such a wonderful high!
Ah! Where have my days gone by….?
 
The jilted lover cries- What did I do wrong???!!!
With all my broken heart, for her I long…….                                                            
A silent tear rolls down as he looks up to the sky.
Just where have those days gone by………….
 
A street dog barks, a crow caws outside.
A vendor shouts, the phone rings by the bedside.
The nostalgia ends, the reverie is broken.
A sigh escapes, Words are swallowed unspoken.
As the world buzzes back like a house fly,
Forgotten are, The Days Gone By……………..

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Alone In a Big, Bright World

Alone, alone and watching the midnight full moon
 
Alone, alone and carrying a curse that should feel like a boon
 
Alone, alone in a lonely house and peering into the wintry, foggy gloom
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a loon.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and staring into the fire
 
Alone, alone and sinking, into the bog, into the mire
 
Alone, alone in the heart of the woods and watching a burning pyre
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a liar.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and looking into my soul
 
Alone, alone and knowing, never can I fill this hole
 
Alone, alone in a dark void and surviving without a goal
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is not whole.
 
 
 
Alone, alone and standing, facing the sea
 
Alone, alone and not knowing what might be
 
Alone, alone in the darkness and feeling it creeping over me
 
Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is me.

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Torn

Torn
the being who was alone
 
Prone
the shredded soul of him
 
Blown
the hopes and dreams that were
 
Thrown
the shattered heart that was
 
Shorn
of the illusions of life
 
Flown
the dead spirit within
 
Mourn
the utter destruction of love
 
Grown
the simmering hatred of all
 
Born
a black void deep within

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What Holds Me

Kindling the mind afire,
Urging the senses afresh,
Beckoning me to it anew,
What is it, that holds my soul?
 
Is it love, attracting with its fragrance,
Or, is it fear, arresting with its hypnosis?
Is it joy, all encompassing,
Or, is it hatred, all consuming?
 
Is it Life, bestowed upon me,
Strange in its philosophies?
Or, is it death, awaiting me,
Wondrous in its mysteries?
 
I ask myself, what holds me?
Is it crushing me, in its cruel talons?
Or, is it caressing me, in its gentle arms?

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Across I Go

Across I go, Across broken plains
Across many aches, across hidden pains
 
Through mountains of misery
Through contorted faces of false bravery
 
Rushing towards Faraway Lands
Rushing forwards, with outstretched hands
 
As a blind man, seeking an illusory light
As a scared man, trying to escape the fright
 
Across I go, across frigid wastes
Across desolation, across Hell’s gates
 
Through valleys of smouldering snow
Through dead woods, which were once known to grow
 
Rushing towards Roaring Falls
Rushing over weeping walls, through wailing halls
 
As a dumb man, crying out in a drunken swoon
As a deaf man, harkening to an impending doom
 
Across I go, Across a bridge over a moaning chasm
Across a broken heart, across an involuntary spasm
 
Through shadowy, turbid, torpid fen
Through all this I go, my internal devastation, I ken