"uncherished" poems - Hello Poetry

I haven’t had a partner in so long that I’ve forgotten I am single. The memory foam on the left side of my bed only knows left over books and plates. The empty places replaced with the things I learned I loved. Only open spaces here are for self-affirmations doused in lavender. Most of which I loved was uncherished until I had room for it. The parts of myself I could never find underneath the cover of someone else. The sheets get wrapped between my legs and for a second, I am reminded of how untangled I am. How free it feels to be in a place you didn’t wish you were somewhere else or someone else. A brief recollection of finally not being lost in another. Deep open breaths of I am finally here. I am reminded how calm this place feels – the comfort of not missing anything. How the spaces in between are cultivated by a reflection of my love - not those I once loved.

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Nov 17, 2021

Nov 17, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC

MoseRises

Bed Filled Yet Empty

I haven’t had a partner in so long that I’ve forgotten I am single. The memory foam on the left side of my bed only knows left over books and plates. The empty places replaced with the things I learned I loved. Only open spaces here are for self-affirmations doused in lavender. Most of which I loved was uncherished until I had room for it. The parts of myself I could never find underneath the cover of someone else. The sheets get wrapped between my legs and for a second, I am reminded of how untangled I am. How free it feels to be in a place you didn’t wish you were somewhere else or someone else. A brief recollection of finally not being lost in another. Deep open breaths of I am finally here. I am reminded how calm this place feels – the comfort of not missing anything. How the spaces in between are cultivated by a reflection of my love - not those I once loved.

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This time, It's different Have varied reasons to celebrate Some overcame the tragedy Others are thankful to healthy fate Some look forward to normalcy Others found positivity to emanate There's one common trait In trying times, we did cultivate Is to cherish the uncherished And relish this time to originate Though,we still have a long way to go But, we found our reasons to contemplate

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Nov 14, 2020

Nov 14, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC

Shivaz

Diwali

This time, It's different Have varied reasons to celebrate Some overcame the tragedy Others are thankful to healthy fate Some look forward to normalcy Others found positivity to emanate There's one common trait In trying times, we did cultivate Is to cherish the uncherished And relish this time to originate Though,we still have a long way to go But, we found our reasons to contemplate

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The lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky. These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains. Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again. Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability. These people have done are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory. Who have you forgotten?

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Apr 14, 2013

Apr 14, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC

tlk

This Many No-ones

The lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky. These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains. Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again. Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability. These people have done are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory. Who have you forgotten?

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a second to begin with another minute to think wild many hours to ponder pain a bad day has passed us by no week left uncherished every month our hopes collide one year i said goodbye no decade has sworn to try give me a century to reckon love i am yours forever

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Oct 4, 2013

Oct 4, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC

tumorguy

WARP DRIVE

a second to begin with another minute to think wild many hours to ponder pain a bad day has passed us by no week left uncherished every month our hopes collide one year i said goodbye no decade has sworn to try give me a century to reckon love i am yours forever

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Small city, big dreams Century-old churches, Closed recreational parks, Crummy streets, Beat-up roads, huge malls Unpainted houses, fresher air, Homemade pancakes for lunch, Cheap hamburgers and skateboarding shoes. People come and go, Uncherished moments, and then Johnny said, "you can't put your arms around a memory."

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC

youraverageAL

Growing up

Small city, big dreams Century-old churches, Closed recreational parks, Crummy streets, Beat-up roads, huge malls Unpainted houses, fresher air, Homemade pancakes for lunch, Cheap hamburgers and skateboarding shoes. People come and go, Uncherished moments, and then Johnny said, "you can't put your arms around a memory."

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So on the day I was born I nearly died (And wait for it because it's not a sad ending) If you knew what my early life was like You might not judge me about My former, sometimes avid wish That they hadn't been able to save me And sure still sometimes when I feel That it's just all too difficult to cope Too hard to deal with And I face my reality which from the outside looks not so bad at all And I face my lack of skills judgment And my grievous errors that haunt me As many of us do And then say well ok. So I'm a f*ck-up (When and if we as people wake the f*ck up already!) I do see it all playing out differently No emotionally stunted uncherished Girl with abandonment issues (Mostly silent observer of many many things but alas, and painfully not the most obvious things, so frustrating!) Wandering undisciplined unorthodox unnoticed kid Who thought, uh, why am I even here? But I'm very relieved to be able to say I was wrong Because everyone matters to Someone Still don't know why I didn't die then Or in the dozen weird unintentional near misses since then But I'm writing this to say The difference is that now I'm glad to be here

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC

girl-with-private-smile

The meek shall inhabit the earth

So on the day I was born I nearly died (And wait for it because it's not a sad ending) If you knew what my early life was like You might not judge me about My former, sometimes avid wish That they hadn't been able to save me And sure still sometimes when I feel That it's just all too difficult to cope Too hard to deal with And I face my reality which from the outside looks not so bad at all And I face my lack of skills judgment And my grievous errors that haunt me As many of us do And then say well ok. So I'm a f*ck-up (When and if we as people wake the f*ck up already!) I do see it all playing out differently No emotionally stunted uncherished Girl with abandonment issues (Mostly silent observer of many many things but alas, and painfully not the most obvious things, so frustrating!) Wandering undisciplined unorthodox unnoticed kid Who thought, uh, why am I even here? But I'm very relieved to be able to say I was wrong Because everyone matters to Someone Still don't know why I didn't die then Or in the dozen weird unintentional near misses since then But I'm writing this to say The difference is that now I'm glad to be here

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I waited for the boy in you To become a man that was true Until my bones started rusting Until my soul stopped trusting. I died for your arrival I died for the survival Of a love we both promised You left me be uncherished.

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Sep 17, 2024

Sep 17, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC

queenoftheashes

Uncherished.

I waited for the boy in you To become a man that was true Until my bones started rusting Until my soul stopped trusting. I died for your arrival I died for the survival Of a love we both promised You left me be uncherished.

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I remember the first day I saw him. He sat curled around that teddy bear like it was the love of his life. *Shy blushing intrigued...* All the thoughts my little thirteen year old mind could harbor. I remember building a bond one unlike any other. I'd never been able to open myself up. Free myself Not until he, Not until he was– is– continues to be. I remember the way he looked at me while driving down the road, laughing at his sister's cat. Innocent. Both drunk on each other's company Addicted. Unwilling for change. I remember listening. Listening to you talk about the girl you hoped to marry. Someday. Feeling about how much pride I'd have in being a bridesmaid. Telling you about my fear of being *unloved– unwanted– uncherished–* But you. You just hugged me promised I would not fade away. I remember we bloomed flourished intensified. Our souls intertwining passions flairing Heated, red-faced argument. The way you pulled me into you lying together my head on your heart your arms around my lungs peacefully existing. *Breathe in– breathe out– Breathe in– breathe out–* together. for what I hoped would be forever. I remember the pain. The kind that overwhelms your senses the kind that demands to be felt. I remember how everything stopped. G O N E Like someone had ripped out my lungs, and then told me to take a deep breath. The lungs you once held– So carefully– now had gaping holes in them created by your absence the undeniable thought that you were gone and willingly gone. I remember. I know the peace. I feel it every day. In your absence I welcome the immense calm. You made your choice. And you will make one again... All you have to say is 'Please?' And I'm all yours. *With two souls like ours We will always find a way to each other.* Always

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

dreamxrs

3am Musings

I remember the first day I saw him. He sat curled around that teddy bear like it was the love of his life. *Shy blushing intrigued...* All the thoughts my little thirteen year old mind could harbor. I remember building a bond one unlike any other. I'd never been able to open myself up. Free myself Not until he, Not until he was– is– continues to be. I remember the way he looked at me while driving down the road, laughing at his sister's cat. Innocent. Both drunk on each other's company Addicted. Unwilling for change. I remember listening. Listening to you talk about the girl you hoped to marry. Someday. Feeling about how much pride I'd have in being a bridesmaid. Telling you about my fear of being *unloved– unwanted– uncherished–* But you. You just hugged me promised I would not fade away. I remember we bloomed flourished intensified. Our souls intertwining passions flairing Heated, red-faced argument. The way you pulled me into you lying together my head on your heart your arms around my lungs peacefully existing. *Breathe in– breathe out– Breathe in– breathe out–* together. for what I hoped would be forever. I remember the pain. The kind that overwhelms your senses the kind that demands to be felt. I remember how everything stopped. G O N E Like someone had ripped out my lungs, and then told me to take a deep breath. The lungs you once held– So carefully– now had gaping holes in them created by your absence the undeniable thought that you were gone and willingly gone. I remember. I know the peace. I feel it every day. In your absence I welcome the immense calm. You made your choice. And you will make one again... All you have to say is 'Please?' And I'm all yours. *With two souls like ours We will always find a way to each other.* Always

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I Always Felt Like An Old Soul Living Among The Young Learning From Within My Very Old So Called Mind And Heart Howling At The Stars Clawing At The Pain So Called Mud I Deeply Wollow In Aligned With The Old Strong Stood Stars That People Look Upon Because Of How Far Away We Really Are From The World In The Cold Cruel World Of The Unknown Frozen In Emotions Of Despair That Perfume And Freeze Tears We Are Left Behind Our Skin Kept Us Warm On The Outside But Not The Inside I Claw At The Sky Wondering Was There Peace That Aligned The Stars Or Was Hatred That Spread Them Apart I Know Not What I Do Know Is They Stay And Stand Far Enough To Form A Shape Of How We Really If We Sick Together But Awlast It Is A Lonely Uncherished World Full Of How Bright Money Can Shine In And Out Of The Sky And Our Eyes Don't Look For The Right Of The Greater Good That For Which Is Not Gold It Is A Hard Trustful Soul That Is The Key To Life ~Words Of Wisdom~ ~Paris Styron~

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Sep 23, 2014

Sep 23, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC

paris-styron-luke

Untitled

I Always Felt Like An Old Soul Living Among The Young Learning From Within My Very Old So Called Mind And Heart Howling At The Stars Clawing At The Pain So Called Mud I Deeply Wollow In Aligned With The Old Strong Stood Stars That People Look Upon Because Of How Far Away We Really Are From The World In The Cold Cruel World Of The Unknown Frozen In Emotions Of Despair That Perfume And Freeze Tears We Are Left Behind Our Skin Kept Us Warm On The Outside But Not The Inside I Claw At The Sky Wondering Was There Peace That Aligned The Stars Or Was Hatred That Spread Them Apart I Know Not What I Do Know Is They Stay And Stand Far Enough To Form A Shape Of How We Really If We Sick Together But Awlast It Is A Lonely Uncherished World Full Of How Bright Money Can Shine In And Out Of The Sky And Our Eyes Don't Look For The Right Of The Greater Good That For Which Is Not Gold It Is A Hard Trustful Soul That Is The Key To Life ~Words Of Wisdom~ ~Paris Styron~

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Vases with flowers on countertops- No good to those who wish for eternity, or easy appreciation. There is pruning, watering, replacement. There are dead petals strewn among the granite, drooping dying faces bending into gravity. Beauty lasted only for a second and, all that was left behind were holes in the ground. Those roses left for dead. Unnourished for but a moment. Uncherished from muddled perception. Like all the plastic primrose- And artificial daises held up to mirrors, Empty when it needed light. It was not the lesser hand that took it, and promised it forever, but lack of understanding, the message caught in friction. Empty when it needed light. Clipped from its roots before it had a chance to sing.

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Nov 16, 2016

Nov 16, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC

david-goesop

Vases with Flowers on Countertops

Vases with flowers on countertops- No good to those who wish for eternity, or easy appreciation. There is pruning, watering, replacement. There are dead petals strewn among the granite, drooping dying faces bending into gravity. Beauty lasted only for a second and, all that was left behind were holes in the ground. Those roses left for dead. Unnourished for but a moment. Uncherished from muddled perception. Like all the plastic primrose- And artificial daises held up to mirrors, Empty when it needed light. It was not the lesser hand that took it, and promised it forever, but lack of understanding, the message caught in friction. Empty when it needed light. Clipped from its roots before it had a chance to sing.

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Here take this match And this my heart, catch Light the match quick Don't you play tricks Burn this heart of mine Don't worry I'll be fine Fuel the burning flames As this heart has no claims Dead in my brain I can withstand this pain Forget me soon As this heart melts at noon The witness is the moon With uncherished boon Gone are the days Let's try various ways To burn this heart So no one can act smart To claim it back ever I will not allow it, never! I feel the heat The burning of meat Thank you for this honor I was gonna be your heart donor... ©sim

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Nov 24, 2017

Nov 24, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC

Seema

Burn This Heart

Here take this match And this my heart, catch Light the match quick Don't you play tricks Burn this heart of mine Don't worry I'll be fine Fuel the burning flames As this heart has no claims Dead in my brain I can withstand this pain Forget me soon As this heart melts at noon The witness is the moon With uncherished boon Gone are the days Let's try various ways To burn this heart So no one can act smart To claim it back ever I will not allow it, never! I feel the heat The burning of meat Thank you for this honor I was gonna be your heart donor... ©sim

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