Uncaptured Poems - Poems about Uncaptured

... snapping photos sounds and aromas go - uncaptured......

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... L o v e Love does pulse I see it everyday Like the breeze It lingers Fluttering uncaptured Hoping it will find me Come Hither my delicate rose Come spend some time with......

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.... . . What Flower Am I Gonna Give To You All ? Uncaptured High ! . . .......

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...Uncaptured sympathies From the lost departed No turning back All plans are thwarted Revelations and tears Washed away with the rain Forgotten tragedies Unspoken in vain Here I am a cas......

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...On misty road Not quite yet dark The landscape growls No warning bark Be vigilant As hidden here Inside your mind Uncaptured fear They roam outside To trap, ensnare Grey blanket h......

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...Voices One day we'll pass In the street I'll never know you It's weird but neat Like birds With words In trees We may compete Your tune It loops My faceless Friend A butterfl......

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...Beyond reach in her child's world as she plays Lost in her magic land of flower friends Could I but capture the remaining days Before fleeting childhood too quickly ends. Those days of marshmal......

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...I understand that my values have changed. In ways to frame a point we can't help complain. Distract a conscience with tasks to entertain. As well as moments uncaptured to drive insane. Now sorry I......

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...A poem lovely as a star will not be found, not near or far; though I may read earth’s brilliant lines, search out our galaxy’s confines, there are not words that can express a star’s incred......

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... "Parable" When the other side of night came to collect its token I was starlight unsinkable invisible some uncaptured mystery that would never again be broke......

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...Mission Exit In the far lane out of the marine fog, Near Mission Road Exit- the 5 South- a 1965 Ford Ranchero, vein blue and sea bleached bone white. The grim faced driver, hands at ten......

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...They closed my mother's casket to be buried next to Dad today. The crowd that came to honor her began to walk away. Nothing left but tiny breeze a cold and lonely final stare, and I her......

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...the grace of Paris lingering in my thoughts. . . Madrid’s grimy walls As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been......

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...Each one holds a bittersweet memory Of a beautiful part of my past Who'd of thought when those pictures all came down That those framed in emotions would last When the pictures stopped My wor......

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..."The whore and glitch" Time tantalizes me, Bars I'm behind Despair inside that hides my beauty My worth only determined through biased eyes In another life I was a whore, Then an artist with......

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