"untell" poems - Hello Poetry

How can I unlove you? Shall I unsee the luminescent smile you make? Shall I unfeel the heavy breaths I take? Shall I undraw your image inside my head? Shall I unhold our memories instead? Shall I unwrite the song I made for you? Shall I untell my heart to stop beating too? Shall I uncling to my tiny sliver of forever? Shall I undream of what we can become together? Shall I unremember the light on your face? Shall I unrecall my saving grace? Shall I ungrasp this love I know true, But the question is... Is it possible to unlove you?

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC

pauline-celerio

How Can I Unlove You?

How can I unlove you? Shall I unsee the luminescent smile you make? Shall I unfeel the heavy breaths I take? Shall I undraw your image inside my head? Shall I unhold our memories instead? Shall I unwrite the song I made for you? Shall I untell my heart to stop beating too? Shall I uncling to my tiny sliver of forever? Shall I undream of what we can become together? Shall I unremember the light on your face? Shall I unrecall my saving grace? Shall I ungrasp this love I know true, But the question is... Is it possible to unlove you?

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Absent minded by my own volition. Warmly embrace mental attrition. State of rest is my mission on listless and free day hey hey! Big Bill a slingin' his heart chords Endless visions of bright sunny fjords sigh I am yet unescaped mind neatly taped to a lonely widowers table mind is unstable find an old drunkard untell this dark fable i cant sleep and im feeling... rrreaal tired. blank unaware can't help but stare into distance. I am absent

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Jul 31, 2015

Jul 31, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC

mark-weightman

Absentee

Absent minded by my own volition. Warmly embrace mental attrition. State of rest is my mission on listless and free day hey hey! Big Bill a slingin' his heart chords Endless visions of bright sunny fjords sigh I am yet unescaped mind neatly taped to a lonely widowers table mind is unstable find an old drunkard untell this dark fable i cant sleep and im feeling... rrreaal tired. blank unaware can't help but stare into distance. I am absent

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he was a wreckage in his own sea of liquor we sailed away, both, from the same shore the other went for his lure i, I went for the cure, assembled, gathered the fragments in the empty bottle perpetually sealing the slur of words that one can never untell

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC

lethargicInk

Wreck aged

he was a wreckage in his own sea of liquor we sailed away, both, from the same shore the other went for his lure i, I went for the cure, assembled, gathered the fragments in the empty bottle perpetually sealing the slur of words that one can never untell

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You can never, really tell when you will meet that person who you might spend the rest of your life with. But in this generation, love and happiness is far fetch and mistake for. And yes I used to think love, happiness and emotional feeling was far fetched, untell I met her. It was only a few days that was need to be passed when I knew I wanted to be with her. But do you remember as a child, having something you loved so much you needed it to over come new things? I want you to be my teddy bear. But in the end if the connection is lost who's to say you cant get a new network to reconnect and revive ones feeling for her.

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Feb 16, 2016

Feb 16, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC

Wyanmind

Love after happiness

You can never, really tell when you will meet that person who you might spend the rest of your life with. But in this generation, love and happiness is far fetch and mistake for. And yes I used to think love, happiness and emotional feeling was far fetched, untell I met her. It was only a few days that was need to be passed when I knew I wanted to be with her. But do you remember as a child, having something you loved so much you needed it to over come new things? I want you to be my teddy bear. But in the end if the connection is lost who's to say you cant get a new network to reconnect and revive ones feeling for her.

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There is the one girl that speaks And when she is at her peak You sit and think about everything you missed or the people who coexist But its towards the end of her speech you’ll cry Trust me you will never find out why You might look back and realize That every word she said was a lie. -the one who spoke in sunsets Then comes the one that thinks She’ll think even when on the brink Of mental insanity Oh the humanity! What will happen to her? She only sees the blur Of what her life could be If only she were able to see -the one who needs glasses I felt bad for the invisible The one who was never able To make herself feel seen Maybe I was just mean, But no matter She was only a scatter Of what made a personality Unfortunately, hers lacked finality. -the one who I thought I knew The one who felt Was who I got dealt, I saw her at my lunch table, And wondered if she were stable. Her eyes sparkled a delicate no. She was always able to bestow Emotions of what she wanted onto others, She never was able to recover Once they left out the front door With her lying on the dance floor. -the one I left on the dance floor Finally, there is me, For so long I was lost at sea But I came back to shore And Oh!, I just adore What I have become! I don’t want this to be done. I refuse to go back to how I once was Because Lies I can never untell, Because I’ll never forgot my mother’s face Because that was never who I wanted to be And all three years were agony. -the poet who wished for better

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

a-flowered-tux

Middle School Girls

There is the one girl that speaks And when she is at her peak You sit and think about everything you missed or the people who coexist But its towards the end of her speech you’ll cry Trust me you will never find out why You might look back and realize That every word she said was a lie. -the one who spoke in sunsets Then comes the one that thinks She’ll think even when on the brink Of mental insanity Oh the humanity! What will happen to her? She only sees the blur Of what her life could be If only she were able to see -the one who needs glasses I felt bad for the invisible The one who was never able To make herself feel seen Maybe I was just mean, But no matter She was only a scatter Of what made a personality Unfortunately, hers lacked finality. -the one who I thought I knew The one who felt Was who I got dealt, I saw her at my lunch table, And wondered if she were stable. Her eyes sparkled a delicate no. She was always able to bestow Emotions of what she wanted onto others, She never was able to recover Once they left out the front door With her lying on the dance floor. -the one I left on the dance floor Finally, there is me, For so long I was lost at sea But I came back to shore And Oh!, I just adore What I have become! I don’t want this to be done. I refuse to go back to how I once was Because Lies I can never untell, Because I’ll never forgot my mother’s face Because that was never who I wanted to be And all three years were agony. -the poet who wished for better

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The blade feels so right with me It's like the pain in my heart is making that blade A home in my hand My body, or my mind, I don't know But something commands it The edge of the blade strikes me with curiosity Wondering what all I could do with it For the first time last night I cut deeper I lashed at my skin And blood burst out of me Like it was trapped And glad to be free Then no matter how hard it was to ignore the urge To do it again I put that Blade up in a safe place Then I starred off into the Dark empty space In my room Hearing the voices in another room Not thinking about anything Trying to listen to the loud silence in my mind Trying not to feel the coldness of my soul Letting my heart shatter little by little Every Day Please don't act like you care It just isn't fair I just want to be loved Not thought bad of If I died today No one would cry for me No one would die for me I can't be happy Happiness just isn't for me I'm silently begging For someone to truly help me Or that silver blade will cross my wrist Again and again untell I'm satisfied with the results I'll be satisfied when I feel All this useless life Drain out of me.

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May 2, 2018

May 2, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC

Makayla_Bailey_

Silver blade

The blade feels so right with me It's like the pain in my heart is making that blade A home in my hand My body, or my mind, I don't know But something commands it The edge of the blade strikes me with curiosity Wondering what all I could do with it For the first time last night I cut deeper I lashed at my skin And blood burst out of me Like it was trapped And glad to be free Then no matter how hard it was to ignore the urge To do it again I put that Blade up in a safe place Then I starred off into the Dark empty space In my room Hearing the voices in another room Not thinking about anything Trying to listen to the loud silence in my mind Trying not to feel the coldness of my soul Letting my heart shatter little by little Every Day Please don't act like you care It just isn't fair I just want to be loved Not thought bad of If I died today No one would cry for me No one would die for me I can't be happy Happiness just isn't for me I'm silently begging For someone to truly help me Or that silver blade will cross my wrist Again and again untell I'm satisfied with the results I'll be satisfied when I feel All this useless life Drain out of me.

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