Unbuilt Poems - Poems about Unbuilt

...I lay claim. To the spaces between your breaths that hang suspended like dust in summer glare. I lay claim. To the corners ignored, in which your shadow glides beyond my feeble reach. I ......Read the rest...

...Many nights there were no new dreams, so I borrowed from the old Resurrecting the scaffolding of what lay unbuilt—untold (Dreamsleep: November, 2020)......Read the rest...

...Divinely bequeathed a blank-cheque-Jackpot; in your possession is the golden ticket Sadly, many fail to decode it's often unglammed seed Just as one person may look at a pile of stone ......Read the rest...

...You were proud who would not weep, And I, too proud to smile. Our words unspoken The box of sweet perfume Left unopened Are things stolen from us that Never shall return. Beneath a bridge u......Read the rest...

...How can you teach Poetry, or breathe for someone else Sharing what your soul has freed, deep within yourself Can you cross a bridge unbuilt, its toll not yours to pay Squeezing bl......Read the rest...

...It was a blossom cradled by a blinding sheen, Though bold on wings of night it fled Much swifter than what Nature might have felt or seen; My heart sank deep as if of lead. It was a......Read the rest...

...empty nest i came upon this empty nest and felt of soul a bit bereft i wondered how it came to be and wondered if now fulfilled its purpose was to be unbuilt shells all scattered about belo......Read the rest...

...The Time Has Come to Tell the Tale… As all stories begin; a long, long time ago many years removed from now My memory recalls events from the age of two, when the bullets took the life Of a good......Read the rest...

...Can I be your hero of tomorrow? I know that I have not been Your hero of before or today, But give me a chance to stay By your side next time, I know I have unbuilt Your empires before, Myself slippi......Read the rest...

...we all are blind ,until we see-that in the gods plan. nothing is worth the making if it does'nt make the man so why do we still build large cities, if the man unbuilt goes-- for it's in vain we......Read the rest...

...Sifting through shadows of lost innocence heaviness weighs chill eroding hope's gilt skeletons wrought of protracted suspense whisper pierce dissonant symphony's lilt lifting vague reminders ......Read the rest...

...Three strikes on the snooze button Then unwilling, still dark within, I step out to stretch my stiff back and you tell me - time to wake up. This day I might return to bed; Other days I will t......Read the rest...