"uninterpreted" poems - Hello Poetry

Feelings are within you In your deepest heart and soul Feelings are felt and seen By those who only feel for you Feelings unheard troubles the mind Feelings unread torches the softest heart Feelings unvoiced torments your soul.. Feelings uninterpreted, unanswered... Killing you.. killing you softly , suicidal love.. Feelings are words unspoken Feelings are invisible touches Feelings are unseen caresses.. Feelings are shared dreams unfulfilled But feelings are continuous... Reflections of heart, life, love and soul... Hidden feelings ... pathetic souls Blinded kisses... numb and cold.. Unveil... unveil... Let the magical love be revealed....

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC

sharina-saad

Feelings

Feelings are within you In your deepest heart and soul Feelings are felt and seen By those who only feel for you Feelings unheard troubles the mind Feelings unread torches the softest heart Feelings unvoiced torments your soul.. Feelings uninterpreted, unanswered... Killing you.. killing you softly , suicidal love.. Feelings are words unspoken Feelings are invisible touches Feelings are unseen caresses.. Feelings are shared dreams unfulfilled But feelings are continuous... Reflections of heart, life, love and soul... Hidden feelings ... pathetic souls Blinded kisses... numb and cold.. Unveil... unveil... Let the magical love be revealed....

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In my dreams there is a bird and it sings all night long there is a fish in a river who's lost it's memory a worn work shirt that smells strongly of love there is a man and a woman clocking out at dusk there is someone I can never remember and in the Inn of night there's a dead man a stranger at the window.

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Oct 25, 2017

Oct 25, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC

r-2

Uninterpreted dreams

In my dreams there is a bird and it sings all night long there is a fish in a river who's lost it's memory a worn work shirt that smells strongly of love there is a man and a woman clocking out at dusk there is someone I can never remember and in the Inn of night there's a dead man a stranger at the window.

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the voltage got to me, shocked me. there's a blueprint covered in molten chalk, a morse code, uninterpreted. the white roses ripen an unearthly simplicity- concave and narrow sweeping below the marrow. like rotting danger. the white roses ripen pulsating thumps on my thigh as my screams vibrate off the ozone. hear me holler. the white roses ripen the white roses ripen the white roses ripen, christen me.

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Nov 9, 2014

Nov 9, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC

j-juarez

quarter.

the voltage got to me, shocked me. there's a blueprint covered in molten chalk, a morse code, uninterpreted. the white roses ripen an unearthly simplicity- concave and narrow sweeping below the marrow. like rotting danger. the white roses ripen pulsating thumps on my thigh as my screams vibrate off the ozone. hear me holler. the white roses ripen the white roses ripen the white roses ripen, christen me.

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An open mic, an invitation, a couple minutes of self expression: simple. Each artist is to each other as two books are, unread, undiscovered, and uninterpreted: unique. Not every man can claim his prize. There is no one wise enough to say which is better than the other, But rather A few truths to offset the lies Behind a person's conscience. They try.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC

JessicaJarvisPoetry

Open Mic

An open mic, an invitation, a couple minutes of self expression: simple. Each artist is to each other as two books are, unread, undiscovered, and uninterpreted: unique. Not every man can claim his prize. There is no one wise enough to say which is better than the other, But rather A few truths to offset the lies Behind a person's conscience. They try.

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A flock of penguins shivering Sing to mothers and fathers Voices quiver, the cold wind moans A mournful symphony "Inside we're on fire You rise up Inside of all You sigh" What is language to a penguin? The sound they make Singing and freezing Breaks my heart In every way I love Having my heart broken *********** Signals coming through now Rough winter all over the world White Powder coats everything Toes numb, frost bitten I don't care if I'm where I need to be Numbness is exquisite When my heart is on fire Those flames are all I want To feel This song is gasoline Turn it up ************ Now I am encouraged to go to sleep To find that nirvana spot And ride it into dreams Of penguins Frostbite and fire Where logic and reason are illusion No one speaks the language And dream time is generous A lifetime spent in moments Your eyeballs rolling 'round like Magnets and marbles Goodnight my son, Goodnight sweet daughter Goodnight dear woman Sleep well knowing I don't pray to never wake up anymore

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC

james-arthur-casey

Snow Dreams Uninterpreted

A flock of penguins shivering Sing to mothers and fathers Voices quiver, the cold wind moans A mournful symphony "Inside we're on fire You rise up Inside of all You sigh" What is language to a penguin? The sound they make Singing and freezing Breaks my heart In every way I love Having my heart broken *********** Signals coming through now Rough winter all over the world White Powder coats everything Toes numb, frost bitten I don't care if I'm where I need to be Numbness is exquisite When my heart is on fire Those flames are all I want To feel This song is gasoline Turn it up ************ Now I am encouraged to go to sleep To find that nirvana spot And ride it into dreams Of penguins Frostbite and fire Where logic and reason are illusion No one speaks the language And dream time is generous A lifetime spent in moments Your eyeballs rolling 'round like Magnets and marbles Goodnight my son, Goodnight sweet daughter Goodnight dear woman Sleep well knowing I don't pray to never wake up anymore

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Blurred sights, clarity remains Rebelliousness nonexistent, sometimes a ray Associations a downfall, leading astray Numbness soothing, until panic soars Attendance to depart, ensuring departure. Unsteady legs, balanced steps A poured escape, drowning in regret Unnoticed presence, disturbed by familiarity Speech absorbed, uninterpreted Purpose defeated, knowing the unknown. Emotions fluctuate, care constant Emptiness filled, with concentrated sips Excessive consciousness, a poor act Elaborations fluent, betrayed by a stench Erroneous responses, beckoning distance. Mental lapses, memories stored Glass drained, a purchase to be made Uncontrolled motions, perceived to be intentional 'Disappointment' echoing, volumes relentless A pond of thoughts left, to a lonesome ponder. Loss envelopes, relations sustained Shards scatter, threatening flesh Invisible tears, sodden spirits A fated meeting, a choice afforded An inebriated promise; a sober agreement.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

keshan

~A Promise, to Keep~

Blurred sights, clarity remains Rebelliousness nonexistent, sometimes a ray Associations a downfall, leading astray Numbness soothing, until panic soars Attendance to depart, ensuring departure. Unsteady legs, balanced steps A poured escape, drowning in regret Unnoticed presence, disturbed by familiarity Speech absorbed, uninterpreted Purpose defeated, knowing the unknown. Emotions fluctuate, care constant Emptiness filled, with concentrated sips Excessive consciousness, a poor act Elaborations fluent, betrayed by a stench Erroneous responses, beckoning distance. Mental lapses, memories stored Glass drained, a purchase to be made Uncontrolled motions, perceived to be intentional 'Disappointment' echoing, volumes relentless A pond of thoughts left, to a lonesome ponder. Loss envelopes, relations sustained Shards scatter, threatening flesh Invisible tears, sodden spirits A fated meeting, a choice afforded An inebriated promise; a sober agreement.

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Uninterpreted fears Are a creaky door Can’t be left half open Or you're unable to pass through Use the window

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Apr 21, 2024

Apr 21, 2024 at 12:53 AM UTC

A-F-

Nov, 2018 Apr, 2024

Uninterpreted fears Are a creaky door Can’t be left half open Or you're unable to pass through Use the window

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