Uncollected Poems - Poems about Uncollected

...My day-brain opens its hamster cage; mind finds its eyes. I am still downloading. I have a whole fictional life to remember, otherwise, I might see myself as an unwritten poem. Open-mouth......Read the rest...

...Wild, uncollected bouquets Nature's artful, abundant glee Beauteous grass-grown golden rays Wild, uncollected bouquets In perfumed, iris-purple haze A kiss of green in white daisies Wild, uncol......Read the rest...

... My Harvest Was at The Cross Written: by Tom Wright 10-11-2016 I hear ministers expound on seed planting And the harvest that I’m ever guaranteed I’m perplexed by those who’s incessa......Read the rest...

...I The beggar outside the supermarket You swore was picked up later In a flashy car Sat there in the sun for 8 hours While you pissed & moaned All the way home To your bookless Mausoleum Wit......Read the rest...

...Things happen. Life unravels The earth spins, perpetuating processes And as we recount our travels Our hearers marvel Stories of prophets' heads on silver platters Representations of old things......Read the rest...

...A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equaled the amount ......Read the rest...

...All rights are left. Love be gone. With wars, how do we live each day To carry on? With LAWS? Remember what's wrong. Is this the SONG we lift our Voice to sing? Hollering after the STING ......Read the rest...

...I never always truly sometimes Wish I could be just like you Better than not just good enough One of the rare unlucky few To be calm cool and uncollected To be at the bottom of the perceptual ......Read the rest...

...One day my body had stopped I did not know I had dropped With little notice this story is true That the mind can actually take a detour What happens is that relativity becomes skewed Shaken by a......Read the rest...

...In asci we stand like spores in a floating pain in trepidation of something evil. It was a lily pond. The water brings a dead city on lotus leaves. I will become crazy for small deviations. ......Read the rest...

...I collect eyes. Burnt ones. Of the last summer. Arms chopped off. By a tide of sand. Reflections of uncollected water. You, hunter of flowers… Oh, wharves! Oh, sea goings! Winds in the sails of t......Read the rest...

...I collect eyes. Burnt ones. Of the last summer. Arms chopped off. By a tide of sand. Reflections of uncollected water. You, hunter of flowers… Oh, wharves! Oh, sea goings! Winds in the sa......Read the rest...

...Often I wonder, What compels me to write, For whatever I put down, Has only a slight chance of being read, And then a slimmer chance of being remembered, Until now I could not come up with a sui......Read the rest...

...Pieced together thin slices like a slivered moon mosaic cobbled snapshots of splendor and pain Fractured glints of crashed boundaries uncollected past dues mingled souls’ shredded fabric a p......Read the rest...