Short Unformed Poems

Deep

within me

breathes a poem,

it's words unformed

unsaid.

Yet the rhythm

beats and sings

and grows,  

deep inside

my head....

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Deep

within

me

lives

a poem,

its words

unformed,

unsaid.

Yet,

the rhythm

beats

and sings

and grows,

with

This

new

birth

inside

my  head....

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there is no rest
in this spawning stream,
life given for life
touches the unformed
visage of dreams.
silver, splintered
separated from its whole,
united, resting,
wrought upon this axis 
the spiral staircase of soul....

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I cannot stop thinking in rhymes, 
And pairing words countless times,
But there's one thing, or rather two,
I cannot rhyme: 'me' and 'you',
We are a couplet, yet unformed,
Unless you and I,by love combine,
'We' will not be born....

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the draw to you is untenable,
unformed yet perpetual,
tentatively checked, indirect,
corrected...
irreversibly defined.

and this distance is appreciable,
pining, yet unspeakable,
wandering dazed and crazed,
directed...
unrequited but aligned...

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Magneticly drawn,
 thought unformed, 
time n place are different now,
but it has always been,
reborn we find our friends somehow,
across the void serene....
and how,
 is part of dream,
if subtle, so unseen...

Don

re: Mystic Rose
"Ancient Proverb"

......

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The philosopher written by Daniel Corcoran The artist by Deborah Guzzi

The philosopher muses.
The artist creates.

With the keen intellect.
With paint on a page.

Of the vital subject.
Of minutia unformed.
 
As the learned expect.
As the Creation is born

And the masses accept....

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unholy earth, dark with stein
unformed loam at birth;
a worded child of mud,

fingernail skinned blacklack eyes
peek out of a ball of wet slam,
a groundling that waves like a black branch

across the sleeping fields,
see a shadow under the cold grass,
near in sight under a crust of frost...

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Second Sight
by Michael R. Burch 

I never touched you—
that was my mistake.
 
Deep within,
I still feel the ache.
 
Can an unformed thing
eternally break?

***
 
Now, from a great distance,
I see you again
 
not as you are now,
but as you were then—
 
eternally present
and Sovereign....

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The yarn slips through fingers
gracefully, gratefully, 
unformed realities arrive 
and meld with each twist.

Minds remember hearts
grandmothers teach grand children
life from the start.

Crochet hooks and yarn
make squares , building blocks
for blankets and pot holder.
Building blocks of life....

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Birth of A Poem

What can be done with these pedestrian morsels?
I have tasted unformed clay before.

Phrases plead to be thrown into
the redeeming realm of manifestation.

Pushing to be metaphoric,
they will arise and come to me.

From some unplumbed soliloquy.
 

Kathryn Collins
February 25, 2014...

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These stone eyes devour
chiselled by the empty rain
buffed by the dust of histories remnants
Touching life with crackled fingertips
The portent unformed smile
that labours at the stone hearts
that drift forever by
Punished wings that mock
at feet unmoved
Pass me with your time
Unfelt this obelisk heart of mine...

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The inner me and the world’s outer me
gray area of a womb full of ghost 
love holds no truth child just hypocrisy 
hate rides and feeds off  their back like a host
unformed god’s of what we spawn the most





God, Ghost and Love 
Contest Judged:  4/15/2011 	 

Sponsored by: Dr.Ram Mehta 

        placed 4th...

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Minimalist, abstraction spectrum
shaped by content, the form...
stark colour the norm.
Large blocks, grand scale of
even monochrome of elusive
memories. .. unformed.

Tribute to Ellesworth Kelly (died aged 92 on 27/12/15)

You may hear my recite my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro

Catch my short form verse @strandpoet on twitter...

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Life blooms from a flower
Like a book flipping open
Spilling sunflowers and roses
On memories in deep oceans.

Fires rage and blood red burns
Endless fields and inchoate urns
Unformed babes and solid tears
Time runs deep with timeless gears.

Death sprouts from a seed
Like a fountain sputtering
Spraying ink and deep grey clouds
On love behind the pendulum....

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A thought, incomplete
Almost at its conception
Dies unformed
Another is stillborn
A lost unformed notion
More follow also fruitless
And unfulfilled
Then little more than an inkling
Emerges, grows quickly
Surviving into infancy
Only to be lost to distraction
Many more die unformed
Before a thought is born
Fully formed and grows quickly to maturity
But it was a stupid thought...

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Where would the leaf be
  without the branch

The cowboy drifting
  without the ranch

Where would the wave be
  without the sea

Its motion unformed,
  adrift unseen

Where would a song be
  without a voice

A silent concert,
  a barren choice

And where would you be
  without your soul

Condemned to matter,
  not half—not whole

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2018)...

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You leave, but the snow finds you.
               Cobbles reflect ice and steps.
               (The street is the back of a reptile).

You follow the snow,
               the windows make you a saint,
               you are in a church.

You are well wrapped in cloth,
               you stride with intent,
               your heart is an unformed pump.

You are a fireplace, cold and ashen....

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The vagaries are flying today.
Those gossima-winged insubstantial escapees
related by birth to thoughts as yet unformed.
I sense them circling, see their flights
they glitter and dim as fireflies do.
To capture a few I must let go of them,
let them crash land in the mire of mind.
coated in just a little weight
that they might be seen and named,
coerced to speak
as if they belonged to this earth....

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There is whirlpool in my head
A storm of unformed thoughts
A gallery of fleeting images
A staccato of blaring sounds

Arms outstretched I reach for a dream
Amidst a million divergent voices
Here’s my intelligence playing tricks on me
Damn the metaphors and speak plainly

Head in the clouds i reach for that dream
Till the calming of stormy thoughts 
When pictures of perfection light up my mind
And crystallized serenity is attained...

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tapping
      into the eternal
yearning
for
       wholeness
without
boundaries

contemplations
in
a
quest for
            synthesis
                       drawing
whispers

irregular
overlapping
            participations

intermittent
tensions

      fascination
           with the insignificant
conjurations
of the lyrical

stains informel
                      abstracted
the calliagraphic
unformed...

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A piece of clay thrown on the wheel
He uses imagination and a certain feel

The shape becomes a pot
Watching as an exact shape is sought

It will become a work of art
Seeing it complete tears at my heart

His talent is beyond compare
This type of work is not found just anywhere

When I see it I know it is for me
The image though yet unformed I can already see

The creation is what I am looking for
It is going to be mine for ever more...

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When I look in the mirror
I see
a little old women
staring at me
and as I ponder
what I've seen
the beauty of a sunrise
or a walk by the sea
I ponder
as a child filled with wonder
when I look in the mirror
at days gone by
a simple life of living
with God by my side
when I look in the mirror
I see a child
of unformed clay
for the maker to form
in his own way
A mirror is given
so we all must see
that inside all of us
is a better person
to be..........

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Fearful of everything long ago
I was strangled by the bonds that held me
You were but a shadow unformed
Come to untangle me from the long twisting ropes. 
Terrified of life yet unlived
Knowing not what trials lay ahead
And then you were there, my savior from within
Holding out your hands, with so much there to give
Am I to hope to dream of the unspoken promise
Or am I delusory to the extreme
Help me free from my bondage
Make me come undone, unchain me with a kiss....

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