Short Unmade Poems

your absence
the bed
only half unmade...

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December 29, 2014

sweet pea scent
her dolls still sprawled across room
bed unmade...

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Go
Please stay
Press palms close
I am unmade
Go...

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         her history fades

  december seventh's unmade

        to rest heroes laid...

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And she's a force of nature
Unmade to be reborn
A butterfly wing
Tearing a fissure in the world...

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thought wirrlin'
blood screamin'
steel flash
torn voice
armies clash
unmade choice
feet poundin'
trumpets soundin'...

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life dear is like a bed...
lay well...

and when your turn over to the ground....

remember life is just an unmade bed....

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"A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a 
neatly made bed and an angry woman. "   Marlene Dietrich...

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The fabric has torn
  all beds are unmade

The sheets have been soiled,
 —the bugs to invade

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)...

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Betrayed
by lies.
Dismayed
she cries.
Misplayed
she tries
to apologize.

Unmade
he sighs.
Unswayed
his eyes
display 
no surprise,
only 
good-byes....

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some people unlucky,
some people afraid;

some people left out 
some are unmade

buring like anger
black cat comes near

bringing all of the pain all the fear...

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On this winter morning
I’m daydreaming 
of warm summer daysprings, 
blue lake glistenings,
butterscotch skin,
heartbeat quickenings,
and unmade decisions behind blue eyes....

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Come back and I'll offer you my
destroyed castle...
reconstructed...
Come back you'll have one
unmade bed...
A table that little
feed... but you will have
hungry love,
of a lover,
survivor... !...

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Prose… 
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep

Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet 
  —has so carefully made

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Dragging myself out of this unmade bed,wanting to climb up that mountain,just sitting on the edge..No shouts of " please dont do this" no echo of " please help me"gone forever over the edge,gone gladly to the sea.....

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The midnight masquerade ball.
Seemingly slight brocade shawl.
Beseechingly glance, decayed hall.
Haunted trance, unafraid fall.
Vaunted skies evade all.
She tries dissuade call.
Decree daylight, unmade, befall....

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It doesn't matter your skin color
Weither blue, orange, brown or indigo
It's of no use
What matters is the purpose it serves
So chose wisely
We are made and unmade by our own decisions
Nature only produces the circumstances....

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Like it never happened,
we greet each other with
hugs and hellos.
I see you with mutual
friends;
we drive in
separate cars:
acquaintances.
Stuck between loves,
two halves of an unmade
sandwich,
that no one wants
to eat....

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And so life flows like a river,
sometimes smoothly, sometimes
turbulent;'
changing moods touching
all around it.
Rivers come together,
representing unmade choices;
and so like the road not taken,
the chosen makes a difference....

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Truth is a title,
  reason is a slave

Love is a mistress
  forgiveness, bed unmade

The past for excuses
  the future willed in vain

Memory still the master
 —of what goes round again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)...

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 UNSUPPORTED CODE NIGHT MOVES

wrapped in a shroud
pread-eagled man
lies… dreamless
in the unmade 
grave of his bed
beams glare on his
mooning face
as his hands clench
on the nights long
throat

©Kim van Breda—August 2015...

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change change
ever changing
only aches
and growing pains

choices made
choices unmade
only aches
and growing pains

growing only makes it better
changing only makes me stronger
but on the way you will see
only aches and growing pains...

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You till your own garden,
  you sow your own seeds

You harvest the memories,
  you feast on the breeze

You water those choices,
  both made and unmade

Your truth deeply hoed	
  —veracious to lay

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)...

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The sunlight begins to fade,
and the stars come out.
Beds being unmade,
lights being out .
Drifting slowly into sleep
dreaming sweet
pleasant dreams.
Falling into sleep
even more deep.
Today, tomorrow and yesterday
appearing in our dreams....

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Evening's Serenade

The daytime fades to blue violet shades,
as sunlight has bade its shining parade.
Bright stars are arrayed like the moon’s bridesmaid,
and beds are unmade, in which to be laid.
as we are swayed by evening's serenade.

1/5/2017...

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