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Unbuilt Poems - Poems about Unbuilt


Where Wonder Lingers

...I stepped into a world unknown,
Where seeds of silence had been sown.
New faces turned but did not speak—
A quiet strength for hearts to seek.

She watched me with a steady gaze,
As if to read ...
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Categories: unbuilt, emotions, feelings, spiritual,
Form: Lyric

Premium MemberProlegomena Soliloquy - Pt 1

...Tell me, my friend,  
does infinity not unsettle your reason,  
or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless?  

Look beyond the rust of your disbelief—  
this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im...
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Categories: unbuilt, beauty, christian, easter, faith,
Form: Lyric



Our Wondrous, Dying Years

...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 ...
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Categories: unbuilt, devotion, goodbye, heartbroken, love,
Form: Free verse

Salvaging the Past

...Many nights there were no new dreams,
so I borrowed from the old

Resurrecting the scaffolding
of what lay unbuilt—untold

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)...
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Categories: unbuilt, silence,
Form: Rhyme

Blank Cheque

...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 ...
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Categories: unbuilt, destiny, introspection, wisdom,
Form: Personification



Too Proud To Smile Or Weep

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, lost love, pride, voyage,
Form: Elegiac Lyric

Transfusion's Masquerade

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, poetry,
Form: Rhyme

Passion Spent

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, love, nature, passion, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme

Empty Nest

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, children, introspection, parents,
Form: Rhyme

The Time Has Come To Tell the Tale

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, death, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Lyric

Hero

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, caregiving, dedication, forgiveness, hope,
Form: Free verse

To Each His Own

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, fear, friend,
Form: Concrete

Premium MemberThe Dance - Denouement

...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 ...
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Categories: unbuilt, life, romance, thank you,
Form: Dizain

Monday Morning

...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...
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Categories: unbuilt, imagination, on writing and
Form: Quatrain

Book: Reflection on the Important Things