Best Unswept Poems

Morning Thoughts
By: Miracle Man
1-10-2020 

This morning,
 Shadows from days gone, whisper past;
Of other times, other people, other places.

“Dust Bunnies” from psyche’s unswept corners,
where so long they’ve rested undisturbed.
Some so vague they no longer have faces,
just names, or circumstances.

I sit, eyes half glassed, bathing in thoughts
that...

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Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
 On going is the beat of the drum that leads these men 
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score 
 A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war 
The generals encharge...

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ma nature cleans house....
under a carpet of snow
piles of unswept leaves...

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Blood-full, swollen 
Ripe with hunger 
of all varieties 
Fevered, sweltering 
A sweaty temple 

Rusted, cobwebbed 
Unswept and unwashed 
Distant, Left swinging 
In the wind, far from notice 

Heat lightning! Strike the ground!
Boil, tumble, the shape of your mouth!
Fire, fire,  red fire! Melting to the...

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Although it’s almost autumn
And the stands are stacked with mums,
It somehow feels like we’ve been stuck
With summer’s unswept crumbs.

For temps are in the 70’s,
So folks are wearing shorts;
And baseball scores are still a part
Of all the sports reports.

There’s watermelon in the stores
And burgers on the...

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A dark whispering fear clogs 
my mind like an old Victorian 
chimney, unswept for decades. 
An over anxious lump sticks to 
my throat like the mucus of a 
thousands deadly plagues. 
Insomniac mist settles on my 
eyelids only to be disturbed by 
the halluigenic patterns...

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You may talk of submarines 
And of other war machines
As you sip your beer and talk of yesteryear.

You may even look with awe
At the ships that roll and yaw,
And the carriers as steady as a rock.

And what’s prettier to see
Than a ‘can’ while out at...

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Sixty year old cabinet hinge squeaks
Pain as owner bends her knees
A long relationship at its peak

Cling wrap drops upon the floor
Carpal tunnel lessened her grip
Cabinet door hangs loose from core

Stiff painful back slows grabbing wrap
Lying upon unswept white tiles 
Angels hoover near as she collapsed...

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One who has anger kept
Has never ever he leapt
Beyond boundary and wept
For his misfortune slept
Because of his wrong concept
As Ashwathama’s concept.
Nobody here is ever unwept;
So don’t always backswept
By certain emotions inept 
Like Anger and have percept
Which lead you be a nympholept.
Be the person who has...

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Sunrise beach walkin'
no need for talkin'
when elements transcend all language.

My hand in your hand hold
seashells unswept by calm
receding tide
still swelling.

Burnt umbers stroke aqua
marines break through gull
wing thunder haloed
in hallowness.

No space for shallowness
much less for callowness
hope for tomorrow struts sure gently
proffered, dawn's break of night.

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Turns me...

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His seared look, from a painted gird brow dons,
a face like Van Gogh with both ears, though just,
as lost, looks about an empty room of challenges,
that is built high on lost convictions, drowns in a,
festering of desperation, as sweats beads a stench,
on an unswept floor,...

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Unrestrained Summer Fun

Unrestrained summer fun. Uninvited Feds frolicking, throwing unarmed people in unmarked vans. Rollers ride, with unchecked power, distributing death to those undeserving of it. Millions sick, from unseen marauders. Poets fueled, by undead spirits.

Unrestrained summer fun.

Under a bridge sleeps the undignified welcome committee...

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Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise

Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye

Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess 

Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace

Chaste and...

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White rope of sunlight
Tethered through my chest
Shot clean through to my spine.
Gordion knotted to my backbone.
I can feel the knuckles of it
Between my shoulder blades.
Pinching rope with a yawn.
No contortion reaches the lonely
Mark, the treasure on a map.
I have never begged for the sword,
I never...

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