"incompleted" poems - Hello Poetry

Let's all just go out, no worries or fear. No feelings of doubt, when facing this year. For all is so simple, when one doesn't think. Just go out and find it, don't waver, don't blink. For all that was needed, was water to drink. To feel incompleted, just stop and you'll sink. The sense of true love, you'll feel nothing above. Is all that there is, just places to live? When thoughts you perceive, have one thing to give. And that's hope for your time spent here on this earth. A hope that you'll find, a feeling of worth.

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC

lunden-gabriel-lee

A Feeling of Worth

Let's all just go out, no worries or fear. No feelings of doubt, when facing this year. For all is so simple, when one doesn't think. Just go out and find it, don't waver, don't blink. For all that was needed, was water to drink. To feel incompleted, just stop and you'll sink. The sense of true love, you'll feel nothing above. Is all that there is, just places to live? When thoughts you perceive, have one thing to give. And that's hope for your time spent here on this earth. A hope that you'll find, a feeling of worth.

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My tears, The bitter rain in which I once loved, They run down my face, The face with the mask Of joy and contentment And yet beneath is Utterly destroyed By unsatisfaction By loss in something I believed was everlasting By a love that was always Incompleted because of reality

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Mar 6, 2014

Mar 6, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC

oddhonesty

Bitterness

My tears, The bitter rain in which I once loved, They run down my face, The face with the mask Of joy and contentment And yet beneath is Utterly destroyed By unsatisfaction By loss in something I believed was everlasting By a love that was always Incompleted because of reality

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Scars marked upon our hearts like badges of honor we carry these scars that love has left feeling unrepleated deleted and incompleted we are sure it is a deficiency of our making our choosing of losers losing any of us who have been around this world for any length of time carry many of these badges these scars cell bars wounds of wars the lovers who would never leave will leave did leave the world will end well it didn't end did it yet still the next time we will carry the thought another badge another scar it will hurt just as much you would think we would learn women are from Venus men are from Mars and we leave behind rewind you'll find scars Gomer Lepoet...

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May 1, 2013

May 1, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC

david-nelson

Scars

Scars marked upon our hearts like badges of honor we carry these scars that love has left feeling unrepleated deleted and incompleted we are sure it is a deficiency of our making our choosing of losers losing any of us who have been around this world for any length of time carry many of these badges these scars cell bars wounds of wars the lovers who would never leave will leave did leave the world will end well it didn't end did it yet still the next time we will carry the thought another badge another scar it will hurt just as much you would think we would learn women are from Venus men are from Mars and we leave behind rewind you'll find scars Gomer Lepoet...

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I miss your face The way your lips curl in when you smile And your eyes light up when you speak Each word you utter falls gently on my skin Lightly caressing me, touching me Leaving me. I miss your voice I've called your mobile phone So many times, just to hear it once more Your voicemail saying "please call back" And I do, over and over, waiting patiently for you But there's still no answer. I miss your love You embraced me on the bad days And fought away memories of my mistakes Loved me through the times I destroyed myself You saved me from jumping in front of a train And let me cry in your arms. I miss your presence They say ghosts never leave you If they have unfinished business But our love isn't over, so where are you hiding Between the time of death and the goodbyes I said I still remember your lips replying, "I love you". I'm sitting at your grave Missing every inch of you, Even the parts of you that you left in me Have gone missing and I feel like an Incompleted jigsaw I have found it so hard to keep living, My heart stopped beating the moment yours did So why am I still living in a world without you I miss every part of you, so **** much.

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Jun 22, 2016

Jun 22, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC

anuoluwapo

Breathless

I miss your face The way your lips curl in when you smile And your eyes light up when you speak Each word you utter falls gently on my skin Lightly caressing me, touching me Leaving me. I miss your voice I've called your mobile phone So many times, just to hear it once more Your voicemail saying "please call back" And I do, over and over, waiting patiently for you But there's still no answer. I miss your love You embraced me on the bad days And fought away memories of my mistakes Loved me through the times I destroyed myself You saved me from jumping in front of a train And let me cry in your arms. I miss your presence They say ghosts never leave you If they have unfinished business But our love isn't over, so where are you hiding Between the time of death and the goodbyes I said I still remember your lips replying, "I love you". I'm sitting at your grave Missing every inch of you, Even the parts of you that you left in me Have gone missing and I feel like an Incompleted jigsaw I have found it so hard to keep living, My heart stopped beating the moment yours did So why am I still living in a world without you I miss every part of you, so **** much.

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Watch myself into the broken mirror, thounsand reflections of my face, and all of them are fail. Their eye's are open, but still I'm not awake. I drown myself in tears, sink down where no one can hear, seeking for the light and hope, they all remain silent. I buried myself into the sand, sand of the time which drift away, reaching for the edge of this life, it cuts, it's hurting me. As I walk through with, discolored tunnel vision. Crippled by sorrow, I wish I never existed. So incompleted, so empty. refill me with life, beacuse I only know how to die. Nobody needs me, neither do I

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Dec 16, 2017

Dec 16, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC

LilPuppy

In my restless dream..

Watch myself into the broken mirror, thounsand reflections of my face, and all of them are fail. Their eye's are open, but still I'm not awake. I drown myself in tears, sink down where no one can hear, seeking for the light and hope, they all remain silent. I buried myself into the sand, sand of the time which drift away, reaching for the edge of this life, it cuts, it's hurting me. As I walk through with, discolored tunnel vision. Crippled by sorrow, I wish I never existed. So incompleted, so empty. refill me with life, beacuse I only know how to die. Nobody needs me, neither do I

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RAINDROPS Drop on her like never before Touch her like chilled weather Caress her hairs like sweet mother Crawl over her like tiny Scorpion Feel d warmth of her Making sure nt to be melt either Tease her like mad woofer Provided she must nt kick u either Wet her ***** like desperate lover Drink her smile like thirsty summer Roll over her lips like stormy river Brush her cheeks like flabby feathers Stop loosing urself Instead u may go unconscious Jst came n mix in my soul to make me feel precious Let me invade d aroma inside Where do those cuteness reside Loose urself to inhale my breathe Which I hav pattented(only fr u) till death Extract The love hidden inside Make her realise how it elide Gv her my dearest soul Which z still existing(incompleted) Core is left but lustre eroded..............

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 1:22 PM UTC

laxmikanta-mohapatra

Raindrops

RAINDROPS Drop on her like never before Touch her like chilled weather Caress her hairs like sweet mother Crawl over her like tiny Scorpion Feel d warmth of her Making sure nt to be melt either Tease her like mad woofer Provided she must nt kick u either Wet her ***** like desperate lover Drink her smile like thirsty summer Roll over her lips like stormy river Brush her cheeks like flabby feathers Stop loosing urself Instead u may go unconscious Jst came n mix in my soul to make me feel precious Let me invade d aroma inside Where do those cuteness reside Loose urself to inhale my breathe Which I hav pattented(only fr u) till death Extract The love hidden inside Make her realise how it elide Gv her my dearest soul Which z still existing(incompleted) Core is left but lustre eroded..............

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a smiling terrain i hope you're happy im taking myself back begging my heart for a break has been far too incompleted your grey walls and titanium windows have kept me down, haven't they? your watermelon grin is fateless and faultless and i hope to God it never goes away but when it does--remember to love? thank you for hurting me and making me weaker i definitely might've needed it be joyful i will be too!

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Aug 30, 2018

Aug 30, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC

thegreatwarriorpoet

ravi d'avoir fait votre connaissance.

a smiling terrain i hope you're happy im taking myself back begging my heart for a break has been far too incompleted your grey walls and titanium windows have kept me down, haven't they? your watermelon grin is fateless and faultless and i hope to God it never goes away but when it does--remember to love? thank you for hurting me and making me weaker i definitely might've needed it be joyful i will be too!

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These mere words can't capture, The things I hold inside, They dance and tease, just out of reach, The monotonous draw just not quite. The rhyming poems do not rhyme, The sentences bland and bleak, The quotes and sayings out of time, The powerful seem weak. The story sometimes moves too fast, Sometimes far too slow, The characters aren't alive, The paragraphs don't flow. The twists are pitiful and turns are weak, And easy to predict, The truth as truth is never true, And sense doesn't click. It doesn't weave into a web, But into a chaotic knot. Where grass is blue, and crystals grey, Straying from the plot. My thinking far too twisted, For people to understand, ------------------------------------------------ for all extents and purposes, this poem has been left incompleted. Partly because it will amplify the meaning of this poem, mostly because I'm dead tired and can't be bothered. Feel free to use it, just put my name on it and send me a message so I can see. XOXO S. Cain

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC

SorrowCainBlack

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These mere words can't capture, The things I hold inside, They dance and tease, just out of reach, The monotonous draw just not quite. The rhyming poems do not rhyme, The sentences bland and bleak, The quotes and sayings out of time, The powerful seem weak. The story sometimes moves too fast, Sometimes far too slow, The characters aren't alive, The paragraphs don't flow. The twists are pitiful and turns are weak, And easy to predict, The truth as truth is never true, And sense doesn't click. It doesn't weave into a web, But into a chaotic knot. Where grass is blue, and crystals grey, Straying from the plot. My thinking far too twisted, For people to understand, ------------------------------------------------ for all extents and purposes, this poem has been left incompleted. Partly because it will amplify the meaning of this poem, mostly because I'm dead tired and can't be bothered. Feel free to use it, just put my name on it and send me a message so I can see. XOXO S. Cain

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aren’t we all a work in progress? living is working, and it doesn’t stop, until we do. improving a skill, losing a habit, and improving yourself, are all ways we keep functioning. however, we can also gain weight sleep too much pick up vices, but that doesn’t mean we’re not working. we’re all incompleted until we no longer exist, on this earth. i’ll forever be a work in progress, until progress has terminated. as will you.

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC

regz

Work in Progress

aren’t we all a work in progress? living is working, and it doesn’t stop, until we do. improving a skill, losing a habit, and improving yourself, are all ways we keep functioning. however, we can also gain weight sleep too much pick up vices, but that doesn’t mean we’re not working. we’re all incompleted until we no longer exist, on this earth. i’ll forever be a work in progress, until progress has terminated. as will you.

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sunday snow, incompleted, i smell previous meals beneath it, but I'm not complete, an art that is flourished, some words that unburden, but forget the cost.

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Oct 25, 2024

Oct 25, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC

just_charles

staying here

sunday snow, incompleted, i smell previous meals beneath it, but I'm not complete, an art that is flourished, some words that unburden, but forget the cost.

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