Poetry: The unknown 115 Articles

by Donna Goss

What IF?

Sometimes at night
I lie awake thinking
Of the past
And the future
Of what could have been
And what might be

Sometimes I wonder
What if

What if I had turned right that day instead of left
What if I had decided to wear red instead

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by Perah Gill

Have you heard
Of the Yellow Rose?

Not the one from Texas
But the one
Who comes to my dreams.

Once smiling to you,
You'll meet her,
Please take care
Of her,
By all means...

She comes at night
Innocent all in white,
She comes in yellow and

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by Miss Sin

Lost beyond the darkness,
I peer into the fog.
The smells that swirl around me,
My feet stuck in the bog.

My voice falls dead on the wind,
No sounds penitrate my ears.
Not light, nor dark surrounds me,
I'm empty of all fears.

Standing

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by Laura Leigh Fields

I trudge forward,
I am really kind of scared.
Things seem so dark and mysterious,
Yet I feel I've already been there.

A nudging feeling beckons to me.
Dare I keep moving on?
What will this path hold for me?
I don't want to be alone.

I

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by Larry Terry

BLIND FATE

A baby is born, in the middle of the night;

For the first time, the world is in his sights.

His future, still in the dark;

What lies ahead, could leave a mark.

Without this vision, he is blind;

His destiny, is what

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by Mike Patrick

Modern Man?

Some may think me strange,
But a sword fits my hand.
The steel sings as it hilt grows warm,
And it takes on a life of its own.
An extension of myself,
Only more perfect and better designed
For the art of war.

The bow too

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by RL Shaw

Broken and Bruised I am you see
I've wasted my life my eternity
On mindless work, with no meaning to do
All the while what go me through was you

Broken and Bruised, not how I want to be
What I was told is wrong seems to be destined

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by Eileen Montleon

Unknown

Look up into the sky a night

from a baron sight

All alone and listen to to the sound

hard to believe the different things to be found

You can almost hear the grass that grows

and the clouds that bring the winters

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by Ryuka Tana

Curiosity

Is it the end, or just a beginning?
How do we prepare for when it nears?
Is it a darkness, or is it a light?
Why should the deaths of others bring tears?

Are they divine, or simply just taintless?
How do we know they don't

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by Katherine Miller

The ice it cracked beneath my feet
A lifeless shell of Earth's defeat
But beneath that shell was a spring surprise
An unknown force lay silent and wise
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by Eric Hansen

Witness me
Darkness in my soul
Born of longing
For I am lost
See me as I am
Release me
In this mind storm
I am sinking
When the rage in me subsides
Comfort me
Give me peace
In this silence
I see you
In this silence
I believe
Heaven holds a

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by Lakeisha Douthett

These are the times
that try men souls.
Unaware how the hereafter
will unfold.
I'm here face to face
with a desolate world
that seems beyond remedy.
Begging the angels of GOD
to send for me.
I remember mama saying,
thank Jesus for waking

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by Pamela Martin

GOING HOME

We fled Georgia at 3 a.m.
He and I and the rental truck
sliding off into the cool darkness
toward our new life.

520 back-numbing miles
of screeching to a halt
so he could pick poppies & magnolias
for me beside the road.

We

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by Emmanuel Bandoh

Calm down,
who ever you are.
Either raising a raucous,
or kicking up dust
serves no useful purpose.
Besides, you cannot
add a drop of water
to the storm
brewing at sea,
whose waves
are whipped up
so high by the wind,
which has such
tremendous

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by Elizabeth Stewart

I feel sick
panicked
crazed...

The irrational parts of me
are screaming,
laughing,
because to them,
I've screwed up, again...
And they just love to watch me fall...

Control is a funny thing
because I have
capacity for it
but not enough.

I

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by Josh

A day has room for many things

footprints of what we Do

scattered, lost, forgotten

swept under a rug,

however,left behind,

the day will bleed into the next

fragments of yesterday

wash up today, never totally erased

you may have

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by Corrie MikoRyo

Imagination

It looks like a river to me.
A river that's destination is a mystery.
A river winding around sand piles.
A river that flows for miles and miles.
A river full of animals big and small.
A river flowing past prairies or maybe

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by Robert Levine

WANDERING HOME

I
The silver face of the train rushed
from the horizon, a constant clanging
signaling its approach. Aunt Paula hugged me close;
the train's whir swept my father's graying hair
as he clasped my shoulders and joked,
"I've

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