Best Unraveled Poems

I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains...

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There is an abysmal void in the hollow of my breast
where once my heart pulsed, now weak and weary.
I cannot quell emotions your death has...

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From Dawn's Spirited Breath, See Red, Red Rose

When Summer rose meets dawning's sweetest hush
Sun comes to bequeath its dawn bathing rays
Red beauty gleaming, rose stills...

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If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds 
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet 
eyes pleading
to be heard through 
poetic sunsets. 
For I’ve been swirling 
and twirling
through...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded, and drawn,..
after years since she made them, from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded,...

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I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest

The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept,
Where birdsongs rose, from scattered...

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She ventured far beyond Earth's realm
past cordoned confines of heart and soul
Tumbled,  as did Alice, down the rabbit hole
Drifted, like an Autumn leaf blown...

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Poet's minds have abstract thoughts
emerging in waves from their hearts.
Words are unraveled and untangled,
where once their meaning was mangled.
All too often, as many readers would,
they're...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very...

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Silent
is she whose
sharp mind
unraveled;
she died.

This woman,
friendly,
loved to gab
and laugh.

Unsmiling
in her 
casket now. . .

her face
is strangely

beautiful.


May 13. 2019 for the 'Charlieku New Form' Poetry contest...

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The September I met him remains etched in my mind
One by one the minutes rolling by ever so slowly
I sat in class awaiting an explanation...

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If you could, would you touch me again
Your touch soothed me like a hug after a long day
Contrary to all the burning I've had to...

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you've broken me in ways I can't recount
unloved, uncherished, and unsought am I
the anguish of my soul I can't surmount
the pounding of my heart an...

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I sat with a reluctant story teller
my legs crossed
holding my breath
The fabric of her mind 
was tightly folded
tucked in carefully at her edges

I reached for...

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