Unbloomed Poems - Poems about Unbloomed

...A waning aura no longer flamed enough to flicker a surrender. Decomposes, decompresses like mummification wrap. An anti-resolvent-fume- of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield. Thick as molasses, b......

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...The life stream swerves in undulating landscape, the concert of murmur cascades melody that ripples in the whispering air, the sound of music flies past me unheard in the depth of silenc......

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...“Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all”-- King Lear Act V Scene ii Why should not folks be mad My dear, when women Wear the same painted face And men t......

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...Suicide is not a solution to conclude the problem; In fact, it's a pollution to trigger and create another problem. Life is like a meal containing all the necessary ingredients to make it look ......

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...Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley, concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock. I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air, but the sound of music flies past me unhea......

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...Tendrils fondle the purple tulips Sun sinks for a while Clouds darken the dense moment of the amorevolous couplet How sweet the embosomed honey Millions of cells enjoyed A little tight......

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...give your tears to time let them run over my forehead in waves of goodbyes like tides of isolation like this bitter fruit truth still i wanna be the earth for you even i can´t find no sacred ......

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...A year has passed since windows draped in gloom Since heartache's cure impossible to prove A year since silence reigned within his room Since hands upon the clock have ceased to move Two years ......

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...Yes, I am a woman They say I bring good omen. Yet, I am stifled as a foetus and consumed as negus. As a girl, there is no respite My molesters have their collars coloured white. Shall I s......

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...I am November, the chilling winds blend with the conditions in my heart My heart blends with 13 years of not blending to the conditions very well I am December, the morning shares the same bla......

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...Today I found a Song In the strangest of places Through gates of the garden Of fret and woe Lay a bed of unbloomed roses In the shadows of a forest Of qualified blooms Yet unbloomed These......

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