Best Unmaking Poems

Where once we laughed, bent over our middles,
pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful
“Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach?

Rustles of sand at my window as you walk off
hands in your pockets after our gazes met one last...

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Unmaking the bond 
between cause and effect. 
You start throwing stones 
as a mark of intimacy.

Ipomea:
You wanted to learn the 
art of blooming silently 
at dawn.

Huddled like solar flares 
before colliding with 
a drift, you wanted me to live 
for eternity.

Watching sperm dance 
without tails...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this edifying monument
      and verily wonder...

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My thing is,
Yang dear,
EarthMother
is much RNA-green older
than mammalian red-DNA Yang.

Yes,
seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit,
I remember this history lesson
from your creation by fairy tale,
how WinWin Paradise YinYin
wonder invited Yang's Patriarchal CoPresence.

Well said,
dearest,
which is exactly why EarthMother
needed you to WinWin honey grow
but not WinLose weedish overgrow
my deeper...

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Drunk with pride 
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?

Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.

It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged lovers-
when clouds were seducing the moon.

You don’t belong to this
crowd...

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I tried to fly
God knows I tried
To bring the cherry back
For children in the nest.
I told old Daedalus
It was the weight of sorrow
That kept me 
In the labyrinth dark
Shivering before the minotaur
I had no weight at all
That could defy my wings
I told old Daedalus
Listening me...

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I speak......the silence unmaking my words,

for here the shade of broken time does dwell.

I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords

that bind me closer than the ghosts to hell.


From Concrete illusions, soft Escape,

the edge of pain sharpening my Pleasure,

my joy Reality did shake,

Shattering......that...

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Estranged from the familiar
you made me by unmaking me
for getting tired too soon
of fostering 
like I was
an unwanted child, 
yet still you are the one
who have become unparented;
an Orphan King 
in a Borrowed Land,
always 
halfway to a 
hallway of 
all ways....

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Where would we be
without the bomb
Was Einstein a savior
or devil aplomb
Our power the fire
all enemies dread
Till stealing its physics  
unmaking our bed

The world on the edge
of a looming abyss
Missiles entombing
a terrorist wish
Tomorrow unpromised
all time day to day
Eternity waiting
—forever to blame

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)...

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Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen
Colors missed; hues ignored
Fragrances ne'er sniffed
Scattered into emptiness

By planters 'n florists 
Makers unmaking their creatures 
Leaving them derelict
Forlorn in a floral paradise

Alone inside a packed bouquet
Kindred flowers, strangers by design
Precious little to share 
Save for empty stares

© Alwi Shatry, All Rights...

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IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM
HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND
WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED
NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED
AND AMAZED.
SHE SMILED AS IF JIS FEELINGS WEREN'T TO BE HURT
OR AT LEAST BRUISED.
BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THEIR, SHE TOLD HIM SHE...

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My sentence: repentance
The prison in which I was the cause
Their motions; their reasons
Where everything was nothing I could want

My mindset; my music
The void that danced along with my soul
Couldn’t answer the silence
Within the sentence of being unknown

I let it consume me
I let the knowledge burden...

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Tomorrow’s lullaby
in footnotes to Dylan
Tomorrow blistering
confronting the sun

Tomorrow lingering
while calling your name
Temptation disguising
what’s never to come

Tomorrow’s redemption
the present to ransom 
Tomorrow in voices
a chorus of ghosts

Tomorrow forgiving
each sin of unmaking
Tormenting each moment
—you treasure the most

(Dreamsleep: November, 2022)...

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Prose… 
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep

Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet 
  —has so carefully made

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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The final silence deeper than the grave,
A vast unmaking where all memories wave
And then subside like ripples on a shore
That knows no tide and will remember no more.

The self dissolves, a sugar in the rain
Of nothingness where joy and sorrow wane
To indistinction, a forgotten hue,
The...

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