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Unsaid (poem)

Updated on December 25, 2013

So many things remained unsaid

When to my arms a dream was shed

Soon all the world was her instead

As in her eyes tomorrow spread


There was the sun There was the light

The source of everything so right

Such fantasies could she ignite

That stardust learned to paint the night


Our days of wonder sight unsaid

The flow of time made minutes right

Another memory ignite

As promises of Joy were spread


Imagination was our light

A world so real we quickly shed

To form a realm of love instead

Which set us sailing toward that night


There was no form to magic spread

We spent our all on dreams instead

And when our final kiss was shed

So many things remained unsaid


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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      A sad poem, but filled with beauty!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Sometimes that is what can ruin love when things are left unsaid.

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      Linda Rogers 4 years ago from Minnesota

      So sad when things are left unsaid. I think many of us have a story like this at some time in our life. Beautifully written :-)

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      So many things are left unsaid and the remembrance can bring sadness, but some things are better left unsaid, too. Love your poem.

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      Dora Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Mhatter, I can relate. So often the words come too late. I love both the message and the rhythm in the poem.

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      breakfastpop 4 years ago

      This piece is both beautiful and sad.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      A very sad testimony of lives wasted in the attempt to love. Well done Martin.

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      So very sorrowful.

      Would we ever have it all said when facing a final good bye?

      So very tender, your poem; so very sad, the thought.

      So very beautiful, this poem.