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
Prolegomena 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
The 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