Best Unbruised Poems

It was two weeks after christmas 
when my sister announced her divorce 

she said she just fell
out of love

and so the two hundred thousand 
dollar house

the one with the wet ink still on the deed

wouldn't hear my nephews laugh anymore

wouldn't feel “I love you” leap...

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I remember when Alexander of Macaedon
approached me in Siwa as a supplicant soldier, 
he was so young yet so wet with war blood
32 years old and the most powerful king on the planet, 
Alex entered my chamber unarmed and unassuming
he was rather like a boy...

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My Heart Is . . .
Still ticking like a bomb.

Beaten like a dusty rug.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Unbroken; unwavering.
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Not unbruised but
Still ticking like a bomb . . .

Not yet fatally wounded.
Still ticking like a bomb...

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For you I put a rose away,
Hoping you'd come back another day.
I have always truely loved you,
I always will and I still do.

To pour out my heart into this poem,
Is more difficult than it seems.
For black on white, either typed or written,
Cannot express how my...

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Colors are the King's delight at first light.
A shepherd’s green pasture and quiet streams
in piquant blues. Eden’s unbruised fruit teems.
The shadows waning, bittersweet’s delight
of the sun’s yolk and clementine so bright.
Steps in Adam and Eve in ripened dreams.
Colors are the King’s delight.

Lashes blood red -...

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You promised me!
You said it last week
“This is the last time.”
You promised me!
But here you are again
Creeping in the dark
Knocking on my door
While daddy sleeps so deeply
And mummy sleeps so sweetly
No one in sight
Just you and I
Here you are again
Asking for a drink
From a well...

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Just to be free
I will take a chance,
Without a backward glance
To close the door and lose the key
That has been too oft used
To unlock memories better lost in the sea
Of forgetfulness. 

Just to be unbruised
From a lifetime of hurt
And from all the recorded grooves
Played and...

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WITH THANKFULNESS

With thankfulness, I bow my head,
As I rise up unbruised from bed.
The clock tic-tocs away my breath.
I chase away the threat of death.
The sun has dawned, the night has fled.

But time will come and snip last thread,
And at the end, my prayers* well-said,
Soft tears...

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What if I'd never been born, never scorned,
What if there were a blank stage, unadorned,
What if I were a rose without a thorn,
An unbruised, free soul, untouched, untorn,
No joys or pains to tangle in my head,
An utter silence where no voice was led.
What if no...

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Sri Lal
Crows

i.
I come from nowhere,
and I have nowhere to go,
I tell the crow perched 
on a low neem branch 
beyond the Periyar River.

He agrees.

He and I are free.
We speak the same language.

You know who I mean. He eats 
the garbage you and I toss aside—...

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Ephesians 1:7 (KJV) “In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;”

A song played.
Melody, rhythms of beautiful,
The tune was wrong,
Buy the heart was so strong…

A song portrayed,
Music, in heavy lights,
Softly fading into the hearts,
Who believe,...

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Careless.........
.  the frail hand of longing
let s free the rose too soon,
unbruised.......
the forest immortal
succumbs to 
innocent
tears,
astonished
revelation......
blushing spring
flows forth
upon the slender
thorn
of 
time...

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Someone f**ks you (my version of Adele)

I heard that you have settled now
That you found a guy fool keeps you down
I heard my nightmares new.
Hope he gave you all the things i gave to you.

Old fiend, why are you camera shy?
Ain't like you to hold...

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Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean,...

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Infinite world, my only escape.
Infinite world, the life I hate.
My hand is cramping as I write.
But I don’t care. I still fight.
The lead is scraping paper thin,
Slicing air with every spin.
Infinite world, my one place.
Infinite world, my only safe space.
My pencil was once unused,
Unmarked, clean,...

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