Best Unmade Poems

I write so many poems that you don’t see
They end up in purple poem cemetery
Mangled in the **** of my maroon mind
Tangerine tangles of wasted...

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My poetry garden of late has lain untended and forlorn.
I succumbed to shock and dismay upon entering recently, for I observed that
great disagreement had erupted...

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Inexorable Want



How do I find
These sentences 
Written as they are
In ephemeral ink
Indelible lines
Inscribed in my being 

Spectral yearnings

It crashes me
To rocks
In unanswerable waves
Swimming tidal
To the...

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Whispers of the past, like shadows fade,
In the heart’s light, grievances unmade.
Forgiveness, a quiet balm, gently applied,
Healing the wounds where grudges once lied.

Echoes of the...

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REINCARNATION THINKING?

Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex 
outlined images.

We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color...

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. . . and the wind blows

pushing the blue bird

higher   farther

past raindrops and darkened clouds

into a valley of golden sun   ...

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A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and...

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His voice the hiss of serpents,
he acknowledged the pact unmade,
but now he was here to tell him
how the debt would be repaid.

"All your sons, and...

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December 29, 2014

sweet pea scent
her dolls still sprawled across room
bed unmade...

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There was a naughty girl, and the naughty girl was she

She worked a crossword puzzle, while she had her cup of tea 

  ...

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I love books that have no end,
truth that is hard to bend,
letters I forgot to send,
and reading them again,

unmade beds that invite,
stories I need to...

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A blank canvas
That is me
The unmade bed
The formaldehyde 
I can have it all
A pure white frame
That is me
The dissected shark
How I suffer for my art

Only...

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Within my mind are dusty cobwebs
 where drafty breathings edge the corners of remembering
 as they hold in a picture stilled that looms, 
unchanged but...

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You till your own garden,
  you sow your own seeds

You harvest the memories,
  you feast on the breeze

You water those choices,
  both...

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THE UNHOLY TERROR OF LITTLE TOM 

The bashing sounds of thunder echo in reverberation 
to the electrifying bolts of lightning that illuminated
every single room from...

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