Best Unfeasible Poems

To be immortal. How would THAT work out?
To keep a youthful look forevermore
I think would be incredible – no doubt!
Would all the chronic pain that...

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Word-painting, they say; or painting with words,
In charm, it's charmer than most charming birds; 
Feeling, for many, is its first foundation,
Expression, in words, brings affirmation;
Sentiment...

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Phoenix Defrosted

Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement...

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My face tiled in rubbles
make my troubles visible,
result of my lamed fights,
became my life unfeasible.

Don't talk about my mojo,
if you don't like it,
it will chase...

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I seek a place that leaves no trace
Of venomous blood and tainted heart
I seek a place that holds only grace
Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts
I...

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He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d...

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I don't believe in hell, it seems
Unfeasible and frankly odd
A myth of old medieval dreams
And bad publicity for God
Unfair to fickle lovers, fools
And sorry sinners...

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Letters, words, and phrases
Once piled, filed in my brain

Dumped went all the drawers
     Words went all askew
    ...

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The fruit tree. 

Twilight, soon it will be dark, sparrows are flying back, god knows 
where they have been. A flock meet in my plum...

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You made me feel special
You made me feel loved
You made me feel important

But now all that is left in me...
A tired heart
A broken soul
A blurry...

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The darkness consumes my soul like an eerie black wooded green
The smug, moist air masks my senses
The chirping, mischievous sounds prick my ears
The dark sky...

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Can a person be preached to death?
My burned-out ears answer "yes."
Some church speakers use every breath
To berate those they suppose they bless.

They describe "don'ts" three...

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Would one want to attempt to claim
The land atop these mountains?
Or just enjoy the view from afar
And play in the lakes and fountains?

Although some would...

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the coasts are the skin of bodies
that hold secrets like a thousand year-old book--
a language unknown;
lustful and ethereal,
yet earthly all the same.
sunken treasures
and treasures from...

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It was a Tuesday.
That was the day you didn’t come back and I came after you. 
We were the space between wrong and right.
We were...

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