Best Unwatered Poems

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?'
Were I to be more truthful, and less kind
Once fair, your hair now more consumed by gray
Your dewy...

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An unwatered seed is simply a dream undreamt
   Quench the seed's thirst, and a dream will sprout
     Water the...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?...

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So long I thought my trust was gone
withered in a vase that sat 
unwatered neglected posterity's memory 
pressed and ordered flat

I suppose some slight yet...

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Million and one things better than applause..
okay to go through life ne'er seeking praise.
Though rain tree unwatered, grows half as tall,
an unloved heart wilts in...

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Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.

and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and...

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Pink cotton candy striated clouds
Intermingle with blue
Lure the artist to observe painting
Upon a canvas true

Distant doves sing a summer song
Happy to raise a large brood
Soon...

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Two simple words with such healing power;
fragile things broken is fixed,
hurt feelings melt away

A phrase that sows the seed of forgiveness,
a seed that sprouts unwatered.
Simple...

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Yesterday, time stirrred of reveries when
All of Summer brought colours bright;
My love's longing roamed this place, yet
Troubles whipped our days; in a rush it ...

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She seems afraid to say too much
and not listen enough.

Perhaps fear of becoming misunderstood
and, worse, too quickly dismissed,
her moment,
even in this small-staged sanctuary,
unnoticed
under-nourished
unfed
unwatered.

She wants to...

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On a wrinkled trajectory
the blood averts to abstract remission,
I am out of place in time and history.

Try to nudge the jumping ants
with their cyberweapons
ready to...

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Last summer you stole a bottle of cheap bourbon from the collection your father keeps in the cabinet. 

Last summer your throat was smothered by...

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Touch me in the mettled heart of faith tenderly
Hear my prayers rise in praise, and emptied to kneel
Eternal God, before thy grace. What echoes now...

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In/ExFormation Trees,
like snakes fleeing
and foeing toward ZeroZone destinies,
ponder bionic ecology
of on-line life and death health market trends
grown redundantly Left v Right,
North reductive v South seductive,
West...

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On a wrinkled trajectory
the blood averts to abstract remission,
I am out of place in time and history.

Try to nudge the jumping ants
with their cyberweapons
ready to...

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