By George’s Girl 2025
Unwanted Trophy
A relic from a life long past,
placed on a shelf, left to gather dust.
Not wanted then, not wanted now,
just a name in the quiet hush.
Once I thought I held a place,
a meaning carved in golden light,
but I was only something kept—
never cherished, never right.
I knew you didn’t want I always knew,
the way the air would shift and sigh,
a hollow prize, a distant ghost,
a love that never met the eye.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (6)
This is definitely a poem that will have you thinking about yourself and if you will deserve good or bad things that have happened to you. Good job.
"I was only something kept" hit hard. Great poem!
Oof, this one hits deep—like the quiet ache of something once hopeful, now forgotten.
never cherished, never right….wonderfully written and poignant. Congrats on the Leaderboard, too!
This is beautifully crafted! Deep and poignant
Nice work keep it up 👍