Best Unshaped Poems

The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs...

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I might forget you for a little while

but when the last desert hues of sunset roses

wrap the bareness of these arms

Out of nowhere and without...

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Just past 
where the world of the atom ends
there are spaces that we try to fill
or pretend they don't exist.
Hollows that harbor silence 
or an...

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This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light
bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers 
unyielding to a precise compass
of direction, a spaceless space...

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Afternoon musing, not quite content,
Wondering where the time all went -
The time not really given, only lent.

The first day of fourth grade,
In the next desk...

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POETRY PLEA

There was a time when every word and phrase
Each sentence stanza paragraph and verse
Was written, with a clearness to our gaze
When simply made, extravagant...

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Nine solid months of changes, you carried me
While I am in your womb, You take care for me
Your shape, I unshaped
Your stamina, I weaken

With every...

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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
-  Jalaluddin Rumi

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The more sharp shovels strike, bruise and rip soil asunder,
the deeper is the...

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"The Eyes Of A Poet"


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Within the soul of my experience
Unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy,
Awaiting the warmth of encouragement
Lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light;
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,without form,
Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse
Unshaped,until imagination's birth,
Bursts from the...

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The thing I must do’s just the thing I can’t.
It’s my artistic nature, I suppose.
Impatient, volatile and – heaven knows –
disposed to overthrow, subvert, supplant,
less...

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As unshaped as water, as filthy as streets, as hard as rocks:-
The separation we create
I remember our memories, I turn in pride 
I remember the...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are...

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Couple
                   

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Scratching the rusted face 
of the dust storm? 
to read the message.
   
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