"unnoted" poems - Hello Poetry

So it seems Within the last 10 seconds She's grew up. The face of a woman On a young girl. Crows feet walk the rims of her eyes Leaving delicate prints Death of a child Seems to be unnoted At such a young age.

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC

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Seconds unnoticed

So it seems Within the last 10 seconds She's grew up. The face of a woman On a young girl. Crows feet walk the rims of her eyes Leaving delicate prints Death of a child Seems to be unnoted At such a young age.

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eerily summoned lonely drifting on unknown paths forlorn bereft mislaid in strange places unhinged senses surreal thoughts chilling dreams lunatic demons unholy ghosts songs unsung in minor chords music unnoted in words unheard crazed movements undanced meaningless nothingness psychotic paranoid hopeless useless insipid devoid zero nil 0

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC

WingedPoet

sinkhole

eerily summoned lonely drifting on unknown paths forlorn bereft mislaid in strange places unhinged senses surreal thoughts chilling dreams lunatic demons unholy ghosts songs unsung in minor chords music unnoted in words unheard crazed movements undanced meaningless nothingness psychotic paranoid hopeless useless insipid devoid zero nil 0

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I am the invisible man, You do not see me, I am the invisible man, The things I have done for you, are unseen, I am the invisible man, The heart that aches for thee aches unseen, I am the invisible man, The worth I lost in you is out of sight and mind, I am the invisible man, The miles I drive are unnoted and unremarked, I am the invisible man, The love I feel is uncomprehended, I am the invisible man, My hurt is of no import, I am the invisible man However those sins of mine, My fallibility and humanity, My faults My misunderstandings, My occasional rant, My anger, My self centredness, My frustration, My expectations, My misdemeanours, My poor behaviour, Every Single Thing That I do wrong, Those things and only those, ARE seen!

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Nov 6, 2023

Nov 6, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC

I’m tired of being your shadow. Wherever you are, I’m near. I live at your dictation. I’m chained by your sight here. I used to live in silence. To love, to suffer and no words at all. If it hurts me, I bear without squirming. If you only knew, how I want to bawl. I’ve learned to be not certain, Unheard, unnoted, noneself. You see, I can be your shadow. But I’m tired! I want to be myself!

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May 27, 2025

May 27, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC

LoveMelody

I’m tired of being your shadow

I’m tired of being your shadow. Wherever you are, I’m near. I live at your dictation. I’m chained by your sight here. I used to live in silence. To love, to suffer and no words at all. If it hurts me, I bear without squirming. If you only knew, how I want to bawl. I’ve learned to be not certain, Unheard, unnoted, noneself. You see, I can be your shadow. But I’m tired! I want to be myself!

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I often fill my head with bile but when I tell myself a lie its an unnoted half truth there was always the hashtag that sounded to me how you speak out my name and to be now, not alone cries to me, plays, like a wicked game there's a moment of silence for the fact there's another but I, no sorrowing man know chains meant be broken life cannot be our pixilated dreams when reality, like a child's toy begins to tear at its seams

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC

spookydust

pixilated dreams

I often fill my head with bile but when I tell myself a lie its an unnoted half truth there was always the hashtag that sounded to me how you speak out my name and to be now, not alone cries to me, plays, like a wicked game there's a moment of silence for the fact there's another but I, no sorrowing man know chains meant be broken life cannot be our pixilated dreams when reality, like a child's toy begins to tear at its seams

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you took me by surprise in the middle of the night the slightest breeze and there you were by my side you spoke to me ever so gently a song without its measures no staff nor stand oh-- you sang to me ever so wonderflly like a song without its compositionality (theo-ret-i-cal-ity) just a melody in the dark on a lonely winter's night you come to me like a melody in the dark there was not even a spark not a fleeting glance nor tiny touch there was not a single sign of you at all oh-- just a melody in the dark on a cold dark winter's night you come to me like a melody in the dark not a signature of time not a rhythm not a rhyme you went unnoted like a melody in the dark

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Dec 15, 2019

Dec 15, 2019 at 11:37 PM UTC

sheepskyny

Melody in the Dark

you took me by surprise in the middle of the night the slightest breeze and there you were by my side you spoke to me ever so gently a song without its measures no staff nor stand oh-- you sang to me ever so wonderflly like a song without its compositionality (theo-ret-i-cal-ity) just a melody in the dark on a lonely winter's night you come to me like a melody in the dark there was not even a spark not a fleeting glance nor tiny touch there was not a single sign of you at all oh-- just a melody in the dark on a cold dark winter's night you come to me like a melody in the dark not a signature of time not a rhythm not a rhyme you went unnoted like a melody in the dark

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An emotion has stirred my thoughts As if I've changed fate into something It shouldn't have become Like a drum I beat through my day I tell myself to continue What's the issue There may not be a point Almost as if I'm existing in the place of another What would my mother, Who has raised me but never knew me, Think of my choices It's as if voices Calling from within a deep crevice Are letting me know There's not going be a show No great climactic beam of ethereal light Only a fizzled out glow, dull and unnoted He once quoted This life is only lived in place Of your parents hopes and dreams A ballad, an ode or a requiem What would be fit for this What would hail, bold and brightly For this most unholy, God almighty Who made me live in place of another I take their concept of joy, they take my cynical pride Low tide, Please wash away my past transgressions I only meant to preserve Unfortunately it will serve To take away a sense of self Here I am living, vicariously Take my mind Take my thoughts Trade me yours Trade me away Give up your worth Give up your pain I promise I'll take care of them I promise I'll take ravenously Your identity is yours alone Alone, you are mine

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC

staci-romero

Vicarious

An emotion has stirred my thoughts As if I've changed fate into something It shouldn't have become Like a drum I beat through my day I tell myself to continue What's the issue There may not be a point Almost as if I'm existing in the place of another What would my mother, Who has raised me but never knew me, Think of my choices It's as if voices Calling from within a deep crevice Are letting me know There's not going be a show No great climactic beam of ethereal light Only a fizzled out glow, dull and unnoted He once quoted This life is only lived in place Of your parents hopes and dreams A ballad, an ode or a requiem What would be fit for this What would hail, bold and brightly For this most unholy, God almighty Who made me live in place of another I take their concept of joy, they take my cynical pride Low tide, Please wash away my past transgressions I only meant to preserve Unfortunately it will serve To take away a sense of self Here I am living, vicariously Take my mind Take my thoughts Trade me yours Trade me away Give up your worth Give up your pain I promise I'll take care of them I promise I'll take ravenously Your identity is yours alone Alone, you are mine

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i am scared of you i am sacred of loving you i am scared of the fit of you you fit to close on me if i had to take you off--i could not stand the cold the nakedness of my soul you cover me fully me so that no part is left unnoted i am a part of you now i do not know if we are a pair mated by the hands we cover i am complete when you cover me with each touch of your hand the giggle in your eye or the glee in your voice i am engrained in you love is present in my hands when they are fitted with you your fit is not tight or nor loose but right to the length and width of my hand you bend with me when i move and i stretch when you reach for dreams fitted are we to each other, i hope

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Mar 17, 2017

Mar 17, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC

brenda-callahan

i am of you

i am scared of you i am sacred of loving you i am scared of the fit of you you fit to close on me if i had to take you off--i could not stand the cold the nakedness of my soul you cover me fully me so that no part is left unnoted i am a part of you now i do not know if we are a pair mated by the hands we cover i am complete when you cover me with each touch of your hand the giggle in your eye or the glee in your voice i am engrained in you love is present in my hands when they are fitted with you your fit is not tight or nor loose but right to the length and width of my hand you bend with me when i move and i stretch when you reach for dreams fitted are we to each other, i hope

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