Long Unshed Poems

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death...

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Sometime, I want to spend some time
Listening to the love that has always been mine,
Love, written in the eyes – of a mother, 
Her heart is so kind – oh, my, she is so kind!

Sometime,...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the sun
crossroads...

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In my heart, there is the assurance that His grace is bigger than my worst, greater than my hurts, more pure than my simplicity and more amazing than my soul’s intensity. In my heart, I...

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Her soul cracked, cheeks burned, eyes swollen with sorrow.  
She saw her cheerful past walking by the corridor, head held high.  
She once bloomed like spring’s lavender, fragile yet vibrant,  
But she never felt it—not...

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“This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.”
Rumi

My poetic beginnings 
emanate from silent suppression,
revealing evergreen verses hiding...

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Under a tall cottonwood tree that grows along the curb...
  two burly men stand next to a giant truck, and smoke one last cigarette...
          ...

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Her dad was her first king,
He made the rules; anything else was counterfeit.
A precious figurine, yet a knight,
Kept just out of reach but always ready to fight.

Her mom was her first teacher,
Teaching her to stay...

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Why is it so frustrating to be frustrated?

Frustration,
a knot in the chest, a choke of the mind,
a silent scream in the loudest noise,
a dance with shadows, lost in the void.

It's the itch you can't scratch,
the...

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This poem is in a style called haibun which uses prose to tell a story, with haiku places
within to bring the story deeper. The haiku must stand on it's own as well as fit into...

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Riding a roller coaster 
Propelled by life’s velocity
Governed by instincts and thought
Driven by an urge to emerge victorious 
Sentience deadened to conscience 
Flitting thus from desire to desire
We built an imaginary script
Of narrow ego identity

Some...

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I am not a blank slate to score upon again
Yet there is this gap, this hollow place
That wants a name. I search for it in vain
The alien presence of eyes, and of face
Nothing comes back...

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I gaze beyond 
the silver winged 
     heart of 
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors 
    in warm cashmere
    bows of midnight. 
Whilst lava lamps
  ...

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I'm alone in a crowded room
 Mentally in a world of darkness
 Consumed by sadness
 Living a life of loneliness.
 Why was I chosen?
 What did you see in me?
 I loved you and trusted...

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Hard as a rock, Strong as a tree! Hurt again and again? But your not breaking me! A cut is a 
wound, An insult? just a name. I wont let you get to me, I'll...

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Sad is the day when, 
At such a tender age as twenty, 
A young woman must hang her head 
And say…
I will never be loved again

Sad is the day when the smile is lost, 
Forever,...

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Shower me with your love…

Observe pain as it streams from sky blue eyes;
burning and insuppressible, unshed tears
drench as transformation comes to pass.

Watch as it seeps from pores, releasing 
poisoned beliefs, acrid thoughts, and toxic 
misgivings,...

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If rain poured 
in susurrating sounds 
   of unshed tears,
will ungrateful dialects
change their insincere
expressions of speech,
or will this unheard
voice forever be
lost as echoes within
glass walls, 
where lilac-feathered
   letters of farewell
written in...

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My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic 
paradox of cruel compassion. 

Sadistic...

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In the labyrinth of memory, shadows dance on the walls of recollection, whispering untold stories,
And I, an eternal child, wander through the corridors of time, seeking answers in the eyes of those who raised me.
They,...

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I had a dream last night
fogged by an uneven frost of the morning
guessing if the sun rose.

It dawned on me
it was night still
with forehead engulfed by the fallen hair.

I figured her out
against wealthy gold streaks...

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Tossing and turning after a heavy economic loss
The shock shattered my peace of nights
Hugging my pillow tight with unshed tears
The sorrowful thoughts trudged haltingly
To my grandma's antique sewing machine
Lying impassively in the cluttered store
Guilt shook...

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Writing is my meditation
Not a gift from the gods
It serves to keep me sane
It remains loyal at all times
It has become a common thread in my short existance
Ever present in my unruly life
Its there to...

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I was an ethereal shadow in the corridors, a whisper of denim and shy glances floating among them,
Invisible in their noisy bustle, a ghost with a too-polite smile, always on the edge,
Their notes flew like...

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In realms of words, where dreams take flight,
I'll craft a verse with purest might.
With quill in hand, my heart's aglow,
I'll spin a tale, the greatest ever known.

Upon the canvas of celestial grace,
I'll paint the colors...

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