Unaccountable Poems - Poems about Unaccountable

...The hour matters none ... for the energies have exhausted. In the year of our Lord ... nineteen hundred and twelve, April fifteenth. Writes a future living star ... wish their joys so h......Read the rest...

...Sick and tired, Of being separated from myself, I need wholeness. Too long. Hurtful, embarrassing. Unaccountable. Burdened. No longer joyful. Baby steps with outstretched arms, prepared to......Read the rest...

...What do we get from battles and war, Nothing, a no-win score Causing war is a sin, Not to be entered in, Pain and suffering felt by all Soldiers' backs against a wall Where evil and corruption ......Read the rest...

... Up the shore the rhythmic tide strides. Twice a day, the army marches in succumbing. Then retreats, tail between its legs, discharging Its grip and flooding embrace, releasing, disengagi......Read the rest...

...I was friends with a selfish liar pathological habit of desire lying when there was no reason low on friends he chose treason A football team our social scene players, friends & every fam......Read the rest...

...Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify; painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter the blue-bleak shriek of air on another mausoleum morning of mourning. Grief's sharp knife-edge sl......Read the rest...

...I can’t help but notice Remain think Leave want to roll back the clock as if we could again rule the waves with a million ships in the dock they say we dream of an empire on which the sunshine ne......Read the rest...

...Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, ......Read the rest...

...All senses suspended I float in a deliciously numbing void The return to consciousness is slow Small unaccountable sounds assail My brain Olfactory nerves sense strange smells It’s the optic se......Read the rest...

...Medieval Poems Deor's Lament (Anglo Saxon poem, circa 10th century AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Weland knew the agony of exile. That indomitable smith was wrac......Read the rest...

...How does it feel? When someone treats, You like a punk. As if you are a untouchable, Moving out, ripping apart. Ignorance beyond tolerance Did that made you strong, But that doesn't happens. ......Read the rest...

...Silver lining sought amidst coronavirus COVID-19 onslaught Two hundred and forty six plus months into twenty first century celeb and anonymous folks alike gripped courtesy pestilence re: deb b......Read the rest...

...Traipsing o'er rare daffodil dawn, Honeysuckle trails a passage forlorn, Passionate filters pacified carnation yon, Shelter rose prickly poised stem-filled thorn. Blues hover facing angry c......Read the rest...

...What’s that? You want to fail at life you say? Well my friend, I’ll teach you my ways! You came to the right place, I dare say! Because I fail at life everyday! I’ll be your teacher and you’ll......Read the rest...

...Harumph To Holiday Hoopla – Phish Pshaw! Relieved of fatherhood Saint Nick schtick found me to relinquish ratty outfit, and stow away zee bras like padding and "FAKE flowing beard, ah...don't ......Read the rest...