Best Irrecoverable Poems

Say It Today
Written: by Tom Wright
5-25-2019

Some people I know tend to procrastinate,
Storing words for a time that may not arrive.
They accept other opinions without debate,
While some days find their tongue in overdrive.

Words placed today on the mind’s back burner,
Are often irrecoverable and remain unsaid.
No earth...

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two birds 
from a distant land
wandering in the wilderness
with their distorted wings,
a pitiable pain and hapless heart
... life had become a meaningless art
damages were irrecoverable
she was a blood splattered queen
and his had a fallen dream.
two perfect souls
living in imperfection...
till they met each other
love flooded their...

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Requiescat in Pace 
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

At the outset,
Tears start like dew from a tender leaf,
Then transcend into a torrent;

A mind is a library of thoughts,
Neatly categorized,
Until this contrary wind blew;

Rummaging through past thoughts,
Has left me feeling careworn,
Without experience or wisdom;

As I drift betwixt...

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Like a ghost I flitter through the night
keeping to the shadows 
abhorring the light
Tears... Unrelenting grief

The night camouflages and no one can see 
the shadow of the person that once was me
The day lays me bare with nowhere to hide
Where the raw pain and your...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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THE   DESTINY.


This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite...

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This is not a country for living souls
Recoiled the heart lives under the enshades
Of vampire ridden nature and all its pards
On beggarly sums amassed by the pauper
Of bleakness and cold hunger and mort
Here existing we burrowing like moles
In drenched country in termite eaten rocks.

Here are...

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A heart that falls at the mention of words
A mind so strong, made meek
Questions I pose many, to forget 
The moment dreaded now, a memory later
Life tears but threads to sew. 

A halt offered absence to yearn
Appreciated value found in a return
My day cured by...

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my first time
by
Jude Kyrie

She was not a fresh faced
honey girl from my class.
Nor a woman who 
took money to rid
college boys of their virginity.
It did not happen 
fumbling in the back of a car.
Or lay in the grass of a meadow
under a moonlit sky.
It was...

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Your disposition is alluring,
Your touch is that of ecstasy,
A glance from you is hypnotic,
But I only want you next to me.
The way you move is magical,
And how you speak is poised,
I simper with your presence,
My free will has been destroyed.
The hours spent together, prosigal,
Still no...

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to live a life honoured
is in a rear-view mirror
a post-mortem
a dissection of a dead life
a life past
but to live a life daily
to grasp every gasp
and to hold it
to hold it in
to savour the flavour
of living a purpose
daily
gaily
going about our business
as the sand slips
through the neck
nothing...

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Hub bomb bin hubble emotional wreckage
tell tale signs of internal war
ah, there moost be lifelong conspiracy
afoot for a Galician voar

try as I might to Lyft myself
out of penury...this Uber
scribe reckons way back when,
my life took a irrecoverable dee tour,

tis neither pity nor philanthropic succor
this poor...

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Dad lying on the bed; when he saw me, his eyes glinted.
                     He tried to rise and sit; I extended help and lifted.
  ...

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Wordsmith's worst nightmare

fortunately thwarted courtesy 
mine tall tale telling flair.

Mine irretrievable brilliant masterpiece...
all for naught after mental cogs and wheels
I did apply creative juice metaphorical grease
regarding tour de force pièce de résistance writing
forever lost to the annals of human history.

So much for escaping to paradise...

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I had no intentions to conquer
Never did, never will
Bring myself to such subjugation
From a such a miniscule empire
Of self bloated beyond recognition
Of love, or God's image again.

Yet the more I surrender
The more you became afraid 
Of the voluntary abandonment of power
For what was there for...

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