Unanchored Poems - Poems about Unanchored

...I thought at your fiftieth we would make up, I saved every drop to buy you a new Ford. Your Royce is still sweet, but it needs a backup— Not a Lincoln, a Mustang I could afford. But you threw t......

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... “When life traverses the path of pathos the beguiled birds fly to show the course out of the feeling of being abandoned” – Quote by Poet If in the flushing garden path you walk ......

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...In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flames, texts sen......

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...Disconnected In a world woven with wires, I stand still, a stranger in the hum of voices, the glow of screens reflecting a pale loneliness against my skin. Friendships flicker like dying flam......

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... Submerged in the flood of the maddening crowd, I see a verdant valley carved out by covert ingenuity within my lonesome mind, drifting away entranced, displaced from the still stratum of suffu......

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...A hand untouched by destiny A journey uncharted, no lines to trace No fate impacted, poised for its take A narrative of choices awaiting to prevail. Fingers quiver, wrist dance As the unknown ......

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...From monsoon streets to emerald isle, I navigate uncharted ground, Each spreadsheet marks another mile While voices fence my world around. The pixel screens of yesterday Have vanished in this ......

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... In shadows cast by memories' sway, I pen this note where demons play, To you, my love, who stood so tall, I reach across the chasm's call. Forgive me for the storms I brewed, For words l......

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... Floating in the flash flood of divesting dissonance pervasive, I see a verdant valley carved out within the entity of lonesome me, drifting away with the desolate sigh, displaced from t......

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...A childhood summer leaks away, taking with it its raft of unanchored memories. Thoughts grasps at the cold hands of the never-was. Time and age question. The long buried emerge, a would-be......

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..."Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ......

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...The sandy beach and the ocean obviously do not understand each other. Each wave falls upon the shore, as if it had never met that shore before. The sand attempts to flow away, yet scuttled c......

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...I plopped down in my usual spot and pressed the button that brings that thing to life that thing that has pride of place in our lounge in front of which we sit for hours paying it our undivided a......

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...The child allowed to have their way, And do whatsoever they may, Who is not taught to have restraint, Develops traits that their life taint. The rule of appetite destroys, And undermines life’......

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..."Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ......

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