Mean to die nameless?

lines floating in a nameless yeast.

This poem was written by a nameless poet.

EM With a friend who will remain nameless.

These words were spoken by someone who shall be nameless.

From darkness and dread nameless fear clutches at my heart!

That nameless horror is banished by the light of day!

And somebody to remain nameless called our laptop a gadget recently.

Rumor grew of a shadow in the East whispers of a nameless fear.

Then finally, this quote was from an Ivy league school that will remain nameless.

This is not a story of a nameless survivor of war, and nameless refugees, whose stereotypical images we see in our newspapers and our TV with tattered clothes, dirty face, scared eyes.

An anonymous, faceless, nameless person gets in contact with the network, and then gets an identity.

Nameless dread makes you shudder and shake, appalled and aghast, you can feel your heart hammering, fit to burst!

Richard Kimble takes his place in line with other nameless faces, seeking the job that will give him a new beginning, a new identity.

My arm hung over the counterpane, and the nameless, unimaginable, silent form or phantom, to which the hand belonged, seemed closely seated by my bed side.

And then an email I received from an organizer of a TEDx event in an Ivy league school that would remain nameless, this came from a student

Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale these, with all the attending marvels of a thousand

This is not a story of a nameless someone who lived in some war, who we do not know their hopes, their dreams, their accomplishments, their families, their beliefs, their values.