Unbruised Poems - Poems about Unbruised

...What if I'd never been born, never scorned, What if there were a blank stage, unadorned, What if I were a rose without a thorn, An unbruised, free soul, untouched, untorn, No joys or pains to tan......

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...It was two weeks after christmas when my sister announced her divorce she said she just fell out of love and so the two hundred thousand dollar house the one with the wet ink still on ......

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...Ephesians 1:7 (KJV) “In whom we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his grace;” A song played. Melody, rhythms of beautiful, The tune was wrong......

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...Sri Lal Crows i. I come from nowhere, and I have nowhere to go, I tell the crow perched on a low neem branch beyond the Periyar River. He agrees. He and I are free. We speak the sam......

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...Colors are the King's delight at first light. A shepherd’s green pasture and quiet streams in piquant blues. Eden’s unbruised fruit teems. The shadows waning, bittersweet’s delight of th......

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...Just to be free I will take a chance, Without a backward glance To close the door and lose the key That has been too oft used To unlock memories better lost in the sea Of forgetfulness. Jus......

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...Someone f**ks you (my version of Adele) I heard that you have settled now That you found a guy fool keeps you down I heard my nightmares new. Hope he gave you all the things i gave to you. O......

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... You promised me! You said it last week “This is the last time.” You promised me! But here you are again Creeping in the dark Knocking on my door While daddy sleeps so deeply A......

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...WITH THANKFULNESS With thankfulness, I bow my head, As I rise up unbruised from bed. The clock tic-tocs away my breath. I chase away the threat of death. The sun has dawned, the night has fled......

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...I remember when Alexander of Macaedon approached me in Siwa as a supplicant soldier, he was so young yet so wet with war blood 32 years old and the most powerful king on the planet, Alex entere......

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...My Heart Is . . . Still ticking like a bomb. Beaten like a dusty rug. Still ticking like a bomb . . . Unbroken; unwavering. Still ticking like a bomb . . . Not unbruised but Still tickin......

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...For you I put a rose away, Hoping you'd come back another day. I have always truely loved you, I always will and I still do. To pour out my heart into this poem, Is more difficult than it seem......

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...Careless......... . the frail hand of longing let s free the rose too soon, unbruised....... the forest immortal succumbs to innocent tears, astonished revelation...... blushing spring f......

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