#unread
you love me
I know
but then why
are all my messages
unread?
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 2:27 PM UTC
Some pages he turned with the wind.
Some stayed closed, spines tight, thinned.
Margins whispered truths in faint hues,
footnotes flickered in shy, hidden cues.
Years passed on shelves of quiet tones,
faint echoes rattled through their stones.
Not all books bound for his embrace,
but they still lingered, leaving a trace.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC
You never gave a chance to
You never made a life so
You’re coming but how soon
Been always lies no true
I love your poetry, nice
You stop writing, why
Your poems are touchy
Your words are hearty
I don’t care if you lie
Mr poet, look at my eyes
I don’t want you to stop writing
Your poems is filled with healings
I won’t stop neither will I leave
Cos they’re the pills that makes me heal
They are full of love and emotions
Sensual feeling and affections
Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 6:12 AM UTC
Collecting books has become my obsession, Which has erected a mountain of books,
laying across my sight.
I've so many task & twenty-four hours
Still, I priorities you.
I sit at my table with numerous pile of books
Some are toured & some are yet to.
I know you want me to dive into the ocean of your words,
As you want me, from a sea to a shining sea & twinkle among the throng.
But always remember one thing You are my life's library,
I'll never keep you unread.
@readers_domain
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
Unread. I am a poem,
Read me. I deserve your time,
Heartless. Drop-in your heart for me.
Thirsty. Rain your love,
Feed me. I love your reviews,
Artless. All my words are so truthful.
Story. I am an unforgettable saga,
Narrate me. Retell me to your family,
Fearless. I become proud forevermore.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
You've gone from the words
I wrote to.
The letter
I've sent to you last day,
I realized
it won't be read by you.
I never try to write my feeling for,
because there is nothing to write for.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC
Hello Poetry!
I have decided to keep
My poems here.
Rather a few be read
Than keep the lot
Penned up waiting in a sales ring
With no buyers,
Starvation coming....
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
My heart is pounding
It’s pounding so hard
Inside my chest
I’m afraid it’s gonna
Break up my chest
* message opened 3 minutes ago *
I told him i loved him
And he left me unread
Maybe He is thinking
About how to say that
He loves me too or
Maybe it’s not true
Maybe he won’t even
Be friends anymore
* message opened 43 minutes ago*
He’s not gonna answer
Me...
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
there is a book within my heart
of poems you've never seen
poems you've never read
poems you'll never read.
and from deep within my heart
with my pen of black ink
i hope that you might read them
and say that you still love me.
― i'm afraid not everything i write is pretty
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
Inhale
Exhale
Your very first
My most important
Your hand
My thumb
You held it so tight
I couldn't hold my tears
8pm
2am
Every night
To make sure you're fed
My side
Her side
You in the middle
Across from your neglected crib
Left foot
Right foot
Your first steps
Corners were quickly covered
Fast forward
Slow down
You're getting so big
I always did my very best
She yelled
I cried
Those three words
You weren't mine
She left
You left
You met your dad
I found vices to cope
Few words
Left unsaid
You're still too young to know
That although not by blood
You were still my son.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
I'm still here,
waiting for your reply.
It's been months, hasn't it?
This conversation's never gonna die.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
What shall I write about?
So of what shall be my account?
This or that? Shall I take you on a magical
Journey through time and space?
Shall I take you to Mars and we can
Explore the rocky red place?
Is there some kind of time machine that
We can get in and find out what will
Happen in the future that might take place?
Maybe I will write to you of my real life, how I feel,
This would be an empty poem, so I shall impress
My audience with a pretend show. I'm really not
Going to be rich or famous unless I put on that
Endlessly addictive yet unreal neon glow...
Thanks society! Thanks prudes! Thanks extremists! Thanks money!
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
*No such thing as a past life...
Your past life is today. You woke up,
Went to your work, lived by your
Lot you sustain upon, and are then
Weary from your many partures this night.
Now to find rest and safe haven the green
Grasses await you, of your bed spread,
To rise again and greet life tomorrow,
The stumbling, the fogginess of waking
up once again awaits you, no longer dead.*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
*I would that if you increased
The spoken statements on your mind,
Would be you used this tone with me,
I'd "lop off your head," for better words
Suit me fine, defended by a suit of armor, one
For my own well-minded ears hearing safety,
An armor I deserve for being your king,
Your master, you are my throne even,
I sit on you when I'm sad, and spit on you
When I'm mad. This is it, there's nothing
More to say, you wash your mouth out now,
My "honest perfection" grows day by day.*
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
3 am
you are responding slowly. i say i love you. you do not respond.
5 am
i say have a nice day you say you too.
7 am
i write you a poem of words i barely knew before google and thesauri i tell you you are beautiful. read at 7 17
11 am
i am in class biting my fingers you have not said a word i have sent you fifteen messages all left unread i am worried
2 pm
you have said nothing my head is shaking my hands are spinning you usually respond so quickly
3 pm
i saw that you were typing as i exited my messages. i never got a message.
5 pm
i sent a simple hi and was sent an automatic response that you had been offline for too long my message would be delivered when you came back online
7 pm
i sent you messages to see when you came back. you didnt come back.
1 month
its been 31 days youre still offline
2 months
i got a message today and i saw your name and my stomach flipped you said only hi and i said hello back. you did not reply.
1 year
i do not think of you, you left.
2 years
i saw you on the street you looked like a new person. i waved but you assumed i was acknowledging someone else. you walked away.
2.5 years
i got a message from an unsaved number that you killed yourself today and my number was in your phone and i might like to be informed. i didnt reply.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
i have plenty of unread books
from Roth
to Palahniuk
supposed have been read
at a good nook
these books I have
are stacked on one shelf
cause time hasn’t given
a minute for myself
these books I have
are my companions
when I’m split into halves
amid destruction
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Would I
still be
a poet
if none
of my
works
are read?
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC