Best Unshared Poems

Through somber steps each climb is made;
The fruitless efforts fail.
Thus, love unshared and work unpaid
Disturbs the nightingale.

In song it copes
With fears and hopes;
From limbs it...

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Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life...

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Do you still love me? 
You asked as we spooned in the night.
I will always love you, I replied.
Again you asked, 
Do you still love...

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The poem is a beautiful garden
Yet the visiting admirer 
Sees only the surface
Beautiful?
Colorful?
Chaotic?
Orderly?
Are the tidy, straight rows of strawberries
Indicative of a neat, colorful gardener?
Or are...

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Many words remain unspoken;
secrets are thus created.
some are secrets of intimacy,
desire and unshared memories.
Whilst others are long since
forgotten as time has passed.
Thoughts unshared are the
essence...

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What is this sense of being?

That I am, I have been, I will be-- is it a blessing 
to ever feel time's razor edge, gathering...

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Some poems are lively like Macarena, fast hokey-pokey or watusi.
Others make you laugh like the Texas two-step, or hokey pokey, so cutesy.
Detailed poets can creative...

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POETIC INERTIA

As dreary working days stagger endlessly on
I’d like to run and reach the friendly Friday
At a speed only the flying time can reckon
For to...

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Oh Lady, you make my head wobbly spin.
Don’t show such a harsh contemptuous grin.
I fall prostrate at your feet.
From you, expect a fair treat.
Your sole...

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She sacrifices herself,
on an altar of secrecy.
Leaving the best of her,
on the cold stone of iniquity!

Hidden behind a smile of "I'm okay",
she says she can't...

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Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing...

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Little bird, what troubles thee
      is it the worm in your belly
little bird, what pains thee
    ...

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My car-ride silence
is not judging you;
maybe me,
but certainly
and more generously
unconditionally not angry
or shaming
or blaming
you for unpardonable sins
against sainted me.

With you in a powerless passenger seat
and...

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i stand here my back against the wall, nearly defeated, sedated physically, mentally well and alive. Death threatening to cease the beating of my heart,...

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Wresting words from mind to pen
Spilling ink and thoughts again.
Recalling days of youthful fun,
Bags of marbles, precious ones.
Unshared secrets, memories old
Hidden deep in velvet folds,...

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