Unburnt Poems - Poems about Unburnt

...A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated a......

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...A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and we......

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... If, as the saying goes, 'There's no smoke without fire,' is it smarter to ignite a spark (illumination causation) than bedamn the dark, and thereby induce a funeral pyre, or, better y......

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...The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan I 'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, A tempest rages within flesh— ento......

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...Milk bottles we would rinse out and return. Pop bottles take back to claim the tuppence. Kellogg’s cartons collected for the kids To cut and paste and learn creative art. Unburnt cinders reclaim......

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...fire everywhere with explosive volcano one fire remained unburnt echoing sad times of india congregation selling child it is sad times of india fire everywhere with explosive volcano one fi......

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...I am introspective I am extrospective I am healing my ills I am building my will I narrate I assimilate I am making sound out of ink I am settling a drifting idea till it sinks I memoris......

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...These rooms. The smell. Stale. Stacks of forgotten books. Pages chewed by rats. The windows are broken and the walls have holes. Paint and wallpaper peeled away. The years have been harsh. I run ......

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...By the fire in the night Fireside firelight Feeding air the flaring flames Glowing dimly of amber orange Slowly charring smoke rising up By the fire in the night hearing that slight pop Snap......

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...Your Darkness Punishes But Does Not Win Ravaging of Time- its sharp savage blades Often minor cuts, blood spilled with no thought. Hidden pains of lone, dark nights, midnight raids From which n......

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...Half a heart If I am at work or at leisure with half a heart, No echoes, no thrill ... Like an unsung song broken strings of piano, Waiting no mend dying slowly, forgotten. Like ......

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...ODE TO A NEVER RECEDING ECHO For Onyebuchi Day and night in an eternal combat. A truce : the eternal cycle of night and light Lost in the ruse of an eclipse. Where is the truce in the ruse o......

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...In a shroud  of darkness Her  stallion  neighs , leading death  to where death preys. As black as the night  as cruel  as the day Her aura speaking , in different  shades of grey Steadyin......

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...Some of the benefits of life are to be able to use what we have learnt stuffed full of knowledge so rife some of which when we find usage get us burnt Although most of us will encounter some strife ......

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...The Elasticity of Love. Truth. Lies, in-between, teeming mindscapes, arrhythmic heartscapes, wildly cacophonous soulscapes, all the while as truth slips through the cracks, on time's wrinkled f......

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