"unsolved" poems
She has lost count on how many nights she spent alone,
spoiling her thoughts while sipping her whiskey at the balcony
looking at the stars and the moon with intimate longing,
and wishing to be one of them as if she was one, once
They say that to live is the rarest thing in the world,
as for her, life is always a puzzle with one missing piece,
an endless labyrinth with no way out, let alone the dead end
an unsolved riddles with no absolute clues, let alone the answer
Sometimes at times like tonight, she'd let her mind wander
to streets she has never walked before and people she has never met,
with language she barely understands nor familiar with,
thinking maybe solitude is not a bliss after all—it's an agony
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
I am unsolved, I am a statue in mortality, my smile has had an impact on society but my life has never been absolved
All I wanted to do was entertain, but instead, someone betrayed me and let my blood fall like rain and with nothing to gain
Before and after, my eyes have always been open so while you figure out who's the killer wheather it was Rob, Ed, or that guy Hansen, I have to wait, invisible to the world and lost until then
I've been killed, tortured but you all just talk about which side they cut first or how my body tore, the name is Black Dahlia and that name has become a media *****
My smile has been smeared ear to ear, my body severed in half, my veins drained of every quart but I am still proud to say my name is Elizabeth Short
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
I don't understand why it is so difficult now
When before it might not have been easy
but it by far was never this bad
I can't hear the whisper anymore
I don't know if I ever will again
Why can't I wake myself up?
I haven't cried in a long time
I haven't truly expressed any type of emotion
except for anger
in a long time
I don't remember myself anymore
I miss a lot of things
If I knew back then
what I was going to be like now
I would run like hell
and try to change a lot of things
Someone once asked a question
"What are some regrets that you live with?"
This is what I would answer with...
I regret the day that I didn't ride my bike anymore.
I regret the day I started wearing make up.
I regret the day i straightened my hair.
I regret the day I didn't wear my retainers.
I regret the day I stopped playing sports.
I regret the day I stopped swimming.
I regret the day I stopped doing gymnastics.
I regret the day I stopped being a kid.
I regret the day my Grandma died and I realized I knew nothing about her.
I regret the day my Grandpa died and I never got to tell him how much I love him.
I regret the days I took for gran-it when I could talk to my mom face to face
I regret the day that I didn't be a little nicer to my brothers.
I regret the day I didn't live up to being the Youth leader I should have been
I regret the day that I decided I wasn't good enough
I regret the day I couldn't look in the mirror and not hate myself.
I regret the day I boxed up my emotions.
I regret the day that I let society take who I was.
I regret the day where I no longer felt important.
I regret the day that I ran away from everything.
I regret the day that I told myself "there is no turning back"
I regret the day that I lost a friend.
I regret the day where I became angry.
I regret the day where I saw my friends turning and there was nothing I could do.
I regret the day the world fell upon my shoulders.
There are so many regrets.
Far more then just this short list.
I'm in a moment of life
where things never seem to get any better.
There are still the same unsolved problems as yesterday
and life still doesn't get any easier.
The best I can do for now,
Is smile,
and pretend like nothing really matters
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
I'd like to think of myself as an impossible mystery
One that no one can figure out.
He looks at me for one second, then looks away the next, because he can't solve me.
I keep walking on my broken puzzle pieces hoping someone will soon put them together.
He looks at me, kisses my cheek one second, then walks away with a confused look upon his face.
Another loss for me.
Will I forever be an unsolved mystery?
One that will remain impossible and given up on
Because I simply can't be figured out?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
the people whose job is to
understand the multiverse
can't figure this world out
rid·dle ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun: riddles
1. | a question or statement intentionally
phrased so as to require ingenuity
in ascertaining its answer or meaning,
typically presented as a game;
a person, event, or fact that is difficult
to understand or explain.
"the riddle of her death" [puz·zle
ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present:
puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle:
puzzled; gerund or present participle:
puzzling
1. cause (someone) to feel confused because
they cannot understand or make sense of something:
"one remark he made puzzled me"
synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,
bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;
faze, stump, beat, discombobulate
"her decision puzzled me"
perplexed, confused, bewildered,
bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,
nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;
flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,
discombobulated
"a puzzled look on her face"
baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic
"his explanation was rather puzzling"
antonyms: clear
think hard about something difficult
to understand or explain;
"she was still puzzling over this problem
when she reached the office"
| [ ] think hard about, mull over,
muse over, ponder, contemplate,
meditate on,
consider, deliberate on, chew over, wonder about
"she puzzled over the problem"
solve or understand something by thinking hard;
synonyms: work out, understand,
comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,
make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal: figure out
"she tried to puzzle out what he meant"
noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles
1. [ ], [ ] ( );
a game, toy, or problem designed
to test ingenuity or knowledge;
short for jigsaw puzzle (see jigsaw)
a person or thing that is difficult to understand
or explain; an enigma:
"the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox"
synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,
conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;
"the poem has always been a puzzle"
late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin:
synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,
unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,
quandary; informal: stumper
"an answer to the riddle"
verb/archaic
verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles;
past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;
gerund or present participle: riddling
1. speak in or pose riddles.
"he who knows not how to riddle"
solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone).
"riddle me this then"
Origin
Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion,
conjecture, riddle’; related
to Dutch raadsel,
German Rätsel, to read
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
What is love if is not to be in love with you
What is life if its without you
I can't think unless am thinking about you
Can't breath if breathing is without you I got suffocated when you are away from me
You gave me strength to fight on even when I thought I lost the fight
You are always there now and then
Singing my favorite songs and reminding me their lyrics
I have a puzzle left unsolved
The puzzle is
"Sometimes I wonder what life would have been without you"
Helpless?
Will living worth it if its without u?
Can I move on when you are not there ?
I think its gonna be worse than I thought
You gave me reason to live
You gave my life a meaning when its meaningless
You see something greater in me that even I cannot see
You inspired me into greatness
Now I have no doubt about guardian angels
Because you are my perfect guardian angel
Angel from heaven specifically sent to me, to guide,protect and love me
I have a kingdom called my"heart"
And you are the perfect Queen of that kingdom
And I know my people (my soul, my body and my mind) will accept you as the crowed queen of my great kingdom I welcome you my Queen
Sometimes I imagine my great kingdom without my Queen
My kingdom would have been incomplete
Long live the Queen of my great kingdom....
Long live the Queen......
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
I focus on your eyes
those two deep blue oceans
and wonder why you wave over me
yes, it's true that I'm imperfect
but are you any better?
You can't feed me servings of silence
like an unsolved piece of a puzzle
please move your stiff ghost occasionally
let it consume something other than
your tortured, self-consumed mind.
These walls keep you from leaving my sight,
yet why are they the closest from tumbling down?
Only prayers keep me sane anymore.
...
Resting my eyes as you call out my name
you whisper it to the shadows within the clouds
but only because it's forever the name of a stranger.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Many things in my life, unsorted
many thoughts in my life, uncategorized
many mysteries in my life,unsolved
many potentials in my life, untested
many emotion in my life,unlabeled
many problems in my life,remains unresolved
many days pass away, unnoticed
and still, my life continues...
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
Secluded, isolated
Underestimated, excluded
Alienated, unsolved
Too good for you, too bad for the rest
Too happy they seem, living to pass the test
Secluded, isolated
Underestimated, excluded
Alienated, unsolved unlike the rest
Because what hides from truth and shines in darkness
Exists for the good and works miracles for the best.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
His ***********
Purloined my desire
Stole, requested expectations
My boyhood kidnapped and
Fed secrets for other
Purposes
Blue eyes, pieces of
An unsolved jig-saw
Slotted into my need
Such theft, such theft
Such theft, such theft
So generously given.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
Listen.
The night is the time.
When one finds the key.
The key to locks of life.
The key to never ending strife.
The key to unheard cries.
The key to unsaid words.
The key to the lost treasure.
The key to the broken measure.
The key to unsolved mystery.
The key to unseen misery.
And it is the key to..
the Realization
Tonight i find another one.
Its Listen.
My friend Listen.
Listen to understand.
Listen to be listened.
Listen to be loved.
Listen to everything around.
Listen to the voice of you.
Listen to talks of two.
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the sun.
Once you understand.
It will be fun.
Listen to the people.
Listen to the old.
Don't be afraid of being sold.
Listen. Don't hear.
Listen is love
Hearing is the opposite.
And in the vastness of this sea.
Listen is another key.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I know a Riddle
It is short, and simple
But is also hard to solve
I've sailed in the sea of thoughts for nights
I've wandered to the land of minds so far
Still, I didn't get the answer
So I am now here
Seeking help to find the answer
I know a Riddle
This thing has no strings attached,
but has feelings within
I know a Riddle
What is it called when you are more than friends
but less than a couple?
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
The world always revolves
Current disasters always unsolved
Runs from dawn to dusk
The world under chaos
River of tears surround those lost
Not all can be saved
The world turns gv-hna-ge (black)
River of red is absently lay
Runs through the broken heart
The world waiting for light
Current hopes search for such a sight
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
What a trivial title
for a trivial poem
What I consider meaningful
Is just mere dirt to someone else
It all comes down to what you believe in
And what you believe will make you happy and make you whole
That is where meaning is held
I awake tired and the snippets of my dreams that I recall perplex me
I ponder: What is my subconscious trying to tell me
But I find no pattern with the fragments
And I leave it be for another unsolved mystery.
Is everything OK in my life?
Or is everything falling to pieces?
I can't seem to discern this clearly
My perceptions are distorting my view on reality
But even if life was beyond everything I have ever hoped for right at this moment
I couldn't fathom pure happiness
In this strife ridden world
Mermaids exist through our mind's capacity to fantasize
And that's where happiness comes from
Our ability to conjure something that is not real or is scarce on earth
Happiness is as real as mermaids.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
You ask me why I’m so angry all the time
I laugh because if I don’t I’ll cry,
I laugh because if I don’t I’ll cry.
And then you’ll call me emotional and hysterical
As if we’re still in the era of old where simple female reactions
Were pathologised and the bold locked up for being “mentally ill”.
You ask me why I’m angry and I simply scoff
And deny because if I start speaking about why
The rage in me will boil over like lava in a volcano
And then where will we be?
[pause]
I want to tell you,
I want to tell you why.
Why this rage, this utter, all consuming anger, this deep-rooted grief.
Let me tell you how I feel like crying whenever I hear about
Another **** case, another girl murdered for daring to refuse,
Another woman of colour who endured terrifying pain,
All because she was who she was.
Another minority violated, another black trans woman killed, her ****** unsolved,
Another child abducted and sold, like a commodity
Another another another
It never stops and it never ends
From micro-aggressions to gross violence
I feel it all in my heart
Like a stab between the fourth and the fifth rib
And it adds to my rage.
The words burst forth from my lips,
But I rein them in
Because even though I want to protest
Against your complete ignorance and your casual misogyny
And my being revolts in response to your words,
I stop myself
because you are my family, my friend, my peer
And if I say something
You’ll just ask me why I’m so angry all the time.
Sometimes there’s no winning
Resistance is futile
In a world so steeped in patriarchy
That it’s unaware of the consequences
Of perpetuating sexist narratives.
But I still want to fight
The oppressive systems that chain the girl child,
The casual way we respond to certain slights
Against the all encompassing freedom of women.
And I’ll take on a thousand such questions
If only I can change one life,
If only I can spread the word and fight the good fight.
And, I would have told you all this
If only you had asked.
If only you had the patience
To listen as I blathered on
About statistics and documented proof
Of how 50% of the world’s population
Is still under constant threat to their lives.
I repeat, fifty percent of the world’s population
Lives with a constant threat to their lives.
I would have told you about how there are thousands of accounts
Of harassment and abuse and violation of basic human rights,
The right to say no, the right to thrive.
I would have told you,
I would have told you all
If only you had asked.
So don’t ask me why I’m angry
Ask yourself why you’re not.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
A horrific thunderbolt
hit me right at my chest.
Oh! what an assault.
A hundred carafes of poison
or
the thousand rounds of bullets
would have hurt less
than the pain it caused
when
you abandoned me.
But,
I tried to deal with it.
‘Move on’,
I urged my inner me.
‘I am not a loser.
Quitting is never an option’,
I tried to pacify the anguish.
It did not aid.
The palpable twinge
troubled more;
aww! my delicate heart.
To sweep away the woe,
I pact with the *****
Alas!
Every sip of the nasty tipple
ousted heavy flood
from my shuddering eyes.
I could tell you , love,
that was quite a sight.
Still the heart pounding,
the excruciating truth,
still unsolved.
I banged my liquor’s glass
in sheer dismay.
Sane enough to halt
the bleeding from the wound,
I searched the bandage.
Sadly, the wound was in heart.
- Bhaskar Dhakal
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
Peppermint sigh
In the calm twilight
The moon yawns
And stretches, over the sea
Glowing, beyond the extent
Of vision, of knowing
Slowing, down now
Freezing, right where it is
One big mystery
Forever left unsolved
We get away with it
Time for Plan B
I clutch my chest
My heart beats quickly
Then hesitates before
Stopping abruptly
It's nauseating
Noise-consuming
Time-consuming
We are waterproof
Cheap bystanders
In the headlights
Not the headlines
If only vision were clearer
Closer, stronger
Hold on to me
Loosen your grip
On reality
Let go
I'll always be here, for you
Let's go
I'll always be yours, my dear
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
Waiting on the other side
Of an equal sign.
An equation left
Unsolved.
I'm supposed to be a sum
Her + Me = Eternity
Yet I'm still waiting
To be solved.
Left in a textbook,
Unnoticed and unloved.
Trying to ignore the groans,
The glares, the words.
Jotted down repeatedly,
Still no one sees,
I want out,
I want a life.
Forever hoping and believing
That my real question will be answered.
I'm left as a problem,
Impossible to solve.
I lay on this piece of paper,
Eager to know,
If I'm true,
Or hopelessly false.
So I'm waiting on the other side
Of an equal sign.
And equation left
I solved.
I'm sitting and wondering
If there's anyone home.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
you are scared of recovery, of course you are
your mind tells you that if you get better
the people that feed you attention will leave
don't let that stunt you
at the end of the day, all you have is yourself
nobody else, just you. That seems scary now, doesn't it?
because right now, you are part of a battle between your mind
your heart, your soul, and your wellbeing
take the fear, and the strength you use to battle yourself
use it to battle the demons that crawl through the cracks in your puzzled head
take that burning self-loathing, take it and use it to pull yourself out
away from the black holes in your mind. Your mind, an unsolved puzzle, fix it
the burn marks and the rotting teeth and the scratches on your arm
the protuding ribs and the bruised limbs and the tearful eyes
they do not define you, they are not what makes you the person you are
they will never define you unless you allow them to, and you won't
the fire in your heart that has kept you here until now, and the fight you just can't give up
for the moments you find yourself lost in a daydream of the times ahead when you have esccaped
let those carry you onwards, let the everlasting fires burn brighter than before, and fight
fight harder than you ever have, because this battle will be hard but it can be won
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
Them bastardized youths fell outside, dizzied by a reality unsolved.
Their maws scowled judgment and drooled Pabst down improbable bodies each of them lay in the stink of subtle conformity.
Fiercely unique culture beasts starved away in suburbs; Wikidrifting, those drugged litterbugs scampered.
Dropout fish fast against the current of their time, tired from dancing through desperate crowded nights and disparate lonely dawns, dangling degrees and the specters of success burning incessant their pride.
They were the ******** made so over time contracted by blind parents to nine-to-blithes in which quiet desperation, credit nooses, and irony were the small print.
They were carpenters afraid of their hands. With chisel to headstone, they lied on the hoods of used Japanese cars, panning the radio for a real connection and gazing up at vanishing constellations.
They were their poison and they their elixir, but a cold cigarette was a much quicker fixer of Helplessness Blues and the back of a Bible where a brief intellectual wrote “I am suicidal.”
For how does the turn of the epigram read to those who care less with every new beat of a drummed-up society so high off its piety that seeing stars vanish is simply a shame?
Those ******** dropouts tragically remiss, those Supertramps, Kerouacs, Cohens, and wits.
They were the alternative, urbanite fools that littered alleys with Greek fables and Tibetan tattoos.
Criterion flash cards and the literary canon allowed them to flirt with god in verse and art clues until Pollock’s canvas did rip off their eyelids which left them to know only Socrates knew.
They danced and they writhed, then ****** to pass time, and kept on their passions till lost were their minds. Then they all died, those blasphemous ********
But at least they washed on the back of their crimes.
At least they danced.
At least they were.
And there may be something to movement in chaos.
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
Frowning in silence, gave me a personality of its own!
Childish face, surrendered me to leave things unsolved!
Shyness led me to keep million of things undisclosed!
After all that
And
I´m still looking for that fingerprint, that would get me
Peace!
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Cupid set me free! it's only a sorrow
So please take out in my heart, your stupid arrow
I don't deserve it, to be this fool again
Falling in love with this beautiful maiden
Cupid set me free! it's not fun at all
This love entwined in me, is not amusing to my soul
Making me fall to someone, really it's you to blame
An impossible love, I'm tired of your crazy game
Cupid set me free! stop your childish act
Maybe you are laughing now, beyond my back
I am always placing this princess, in my castle dream
There she love me too, there she felt the same
Cupid set me free! is this your definition of love?
Unreachable dream, she belong to the star above
Cupid your math is impossible, unsolved by trigonometry and geometry
Because this lady is a singer, an actress and a model - in a foreign country
Written: November 25, 2014 @ 7:50 am
Mysterious Aries
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
*I was floating towards being certain
the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
When half the thoughts stirring in my bones took delight
In pressing their soft lips of innocence
Against my mind’s eyes
Silence weighed my heart to find a riddle never solved
Speak of precious hours of restful sleep
Buried in my mind in the sweet form of dreams
Circling those moments twilight hours
Tend to always keep
Why should I not speak aloud when it’s that time again
Clear restless ground where bubbles leap
So I can wake up in the morning chasing dreams
Not worried about unsolved riddles
Silence loves to keep
I was floating towards being certain the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
Then one by one I watched them kiss me with delight
I left silence with all her unsolved riddles
As I closed my eyes*
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:47 AM UTC