Best Unburnt Poems

ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an  eclipse.
Where is the truce in the  ruse of going and...

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Some of the benefits of life
are to be able to use what we have learnt
stuffed full of knowledge so rife
some of which when we find usage get us burnt

Although most of us will encounter some strife
a few lucky ones choose wisely remaining unburnt
treasuring the wildlife...

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The Elasticity of Love. 

Truth. Lies,

in-between, 
teeming mindscapes,
arrhythmic heartscapes,
wildly cacophonous soulscapes,

all the while as truth slips through the cracks, 
on time's wrinkled face. 

How easy it is to sew the heart up,
extinguishing the embers crackling in a soul,
dousing the fires of yearning when memories bubble...

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In a shroud  of darkness 
Her  stallion  neighs , leading death  to 
where death preys. 
As black as the night  as cruel  as the day 
Her aura speaking , in different  shades of 
grey 
Steadying her steed ,the stench  of fear 
she inhales,
A smile  so...

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By the fire in the night
Fireside firelight
Feeding air the flaring flames
Glowing dimly of amber orange 

Slowly charring smoke rising up
By the fire in the night hearing that slight pop
Snapping the licking of the flickering flame
Afterglow the yellow to the engulfing of new grain

Wood untouched unburnt...

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Half a heart




If I am at work
or at leisure
with half a heart,
No echoes, no thrill ...

Like an unsung song
broken strings of piano,
Waiting no mend
dying slowly, forgotten.

Like endless nights
staying dark and cold,
Some unburnt coal
with embers, frozen.

Like flute immersed in water
as no air enters or leaves,
Descend deeper,...

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Oh my friendly flames
Flicker, fade and dance
Lash out at the this night sky
Singe my regrets of yesterday
And make ashes of my broken promises
Leaven unburnt only the inflammable truth
Let the embers simmer and raise up like a phoenix
Spread your wings and scorch narrow a trail of...

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The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
 
                       I

'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, 
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, 
A...

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Friendship floats freely like waterfalls,
Falling down from on high. They spray
Welcoming mist, we breathe into our lungs.
Friends are like tides rolling in, receding again.
Letting us breathe a peaceful solitude, if that is
Our mood and stories are shared without
Judgement, ridicule or rules of engagement.
Our defense against...

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Your Darkness Punishes But Does Not Win

Ravaging of Time- its sharp savage blades
Often minor cuts, blood spilled with no thought.
Hidden pains of lone, dark nights, midnight raids
From which no saving reprieve can be bought.
Clinging to that last old withering branch
With endurance built in bravest of...

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I am introspective
I am extrospective
I am healing my ills
I am building my will

I narrate
I assimilate
I am making sound out of ink
I am settling a drifting idea till it sinks 

I memorise
I picturise
I am hanging onto the past 
And yet embracing the future

I am reciting
I am...

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Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought.
Hostile mind refuses to believe
truth was missing from life.
From depth to depth measurement had failed.
God does not know his creation now.

Foolish flesh now burns in thudding bangs
of dry butter. I want you to touch the 
opaque eyes of...

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For you
I am walking on rocks
holding unburnt match sticks,
you want me to throw them
behind me.

To step down in lake
for washing sins
from the snuffed out
skylights.
Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

Remained pygmies
till end,
in frail human relationships.
All that we saw, was only for ourselves
in questions and...

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These rooms. The smell. Stale. Stacks of forgotten books. Pages chewed by rats. The windows are broken and the walls have holes. Paint and wallpaper peeled away. The years have been harsh. 
 I run  my finger over what was green checkered paint. I...

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fire everywhere with explosive volcano
one fire remained unburnt
echoing sad times of india

congregation selling child
it is sad times of india

fire everywhere with explosive volcano
one fire remained unburnt
echoing sad times of india

abandoned infant dying
vulture waiting for infant to die
it is sad times of india

fire everywhere with explosive...

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