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Undirected Poems - Poems about Undirected


Premium Member The Seance
... “The Seance” It was macabre you see, we were all summoned, and therefore found ourselves in the front parlour of Ballylee; In our dreams we thought we were poets ......

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Categories: undirected, muse,
Form: Narrative
Premium Member Decisions
...Derived after much consideration. Example scenarios run through causation. Consider all persons who will be affected! Imagination running wild undirected. Suddenly an answer dawns on me I'm......

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Categories: undirected, anxiety,
Form: Acrostic



Premium Member Wish Upon a Star
...Of energy that’s sent by you, ’Tis more than likely none gets through. And when you wish upon a star, The odds, more likely, aren’t than are. And when you try to bring good luck, things are as a......

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Categories: undirected, christian, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Future Awaits
...You can't protect yourself From the future that awaits, It comes to you like an elf, Ambivalent to your fate. The future is not a magical happenstance like a fairy tale, Although it can be th......

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Categories: undirected, life,
Form: Rhyme
A Samaritan Passes
...Every day they call me, The battered, the shattered And the sat upon The smothered, overly mothered And the sat upon The neglected, rejected The undetected undirected And the shat upon The t......

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Categories: undirected, anxiety, suicide,
Form: Verse



Premium Member Come Out With Me
...Come Out With Me Come out with me in the shadowtime, Where we'll dance together in rhythms slow, Sensuality crawling slow, delightful across our flesh Feeding on one another On the rich fare o......

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Categories: undirected, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Words In a Fist
...Your words hurt more then ice cold fists I don't see how you could have missed Your words of spite, I know not against me You take it on on the ones you love Like a boxer with a barbwire ......

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Categories: undirected, anti bullying, conflict, how
Form: I do not know?
The Figure a Poem Makes By Robert Frost
...Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we choose by itself? We can have ......

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Categories: undirected, art, education,
Form: Madah
Premium Member The Purpose of Life
...The Purpose Of Life Some say that doubt among many truth’s convictions relieves the questions relives narrates unfolds the thinking understanding cogitating human being T......

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Categories: undirected, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Homogeny
...As in The ice petals of an orchid challenging an entire glacier comprised of all that enchanted the very same seed from which it became. As with The golden grain of sand ......

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Categories: undirected, beauty, creation, environment, faith,
Form: Free verse
Gravitational Gravitation With Or Without Jalapenos
...A weapon based affiliation is neither a cat cavern or a divided field. Marshals could be described as marshmallows as they are often rounded mush balls. Often a cape is found staring at a calender i......

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Categories: undirected, animal,
Form: I do not know?
Just
...words not quite seen not quite heard freely floating drifting aimlessly beyond a misty screen directionless unmotivated in collective solitude until an unprovoked spark undirec......

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Categories: undirected, muse, words, writing,
Form: Free verse
The Story of a Muse
...The story of a Muse A beautiful woman that loved him, she listened to him, in awe of his genius, she inspired him, encouraged him, to do his best work, she validated for him, that his thought......

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Categories: undirected, allegory, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: I do not know?
Undirected
...My hand, with pen, it writes in script Before my mind so guides The words come out, they are so formed They pour from deep inside The subject matter, matters not For it will all make sense As......

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Categories: undirected, on writing and words
Form: Quatrain

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