Undoing Poems - Poems about Undoing

Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds. Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar, hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller— copes with the captivity...

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So, he came and dazzled you with his plume And you simply succumbed to his grooming. Pregnant, he’s gone, what have you got to do? This may very well be your undoing. 5th Place Bird-of-Paradise Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Suzette Richards...

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I will try and hide the mushroom cloud and restore the skinless bodies, I will un-char the charred, reassemble the dead children, I will then un-vitrify the rocks and the sand and rebuild cities and cafes and hope; undoing your atrocities is high on my list, just leave me enough milk for morning ...

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My Own Undoing Coursing through an unknown milky way ???. Well, that's my fate. Were we not born to succeed? This and many more should be answered, blatantly, if not unequivocally. I am me, and you, should be you. How far do we go to establish a point of un-duress? We should be cunning, as well as...

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He unlooped the strings with some urgency without breaking the accord he took the bow turned her around placing one hand on her silky curve and the other like cupid scored pierced her heart played her like a cello burning he held her to him fast his eyes like arrows without a word between them never spoke these little deaths became the music that set them alight never apart Candide Diderot....

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Undoing yesterday, Taking off its sheets, Though it’s more than meets the eye, I'll keep faith and still try. Singing songs of redemption, Letting yesterday take flight, Chasing away the gloom from my room, Anticipating the meadow to bloom. Out of yesterday’s hold, Finding a path to sunshine, The corrigible stands at varying distances, But not in all instances. Away from the midnights of yesterday, Reaching for today’s...

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(untitled blockprint block, 2023) Undoing The Ties That Bind Moments tasted within the gaps between moments undo the ties that bind. Bit by bit we settle and rest setting off little avalanches of undoing unraveling the links of a mind-chain it has taken an eternity to forge. (first published in my 6th book of poem, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)...

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tropical forests, ten areas burn daily sans replanted trees ......

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shivering dewdrops yearn for warmth naïve innocence -------------------------- Contest: Magicicada 13 Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy 20th June, 2018...

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A thirst for moon, on the mute, speechless, dark night. Why now ? Is this not the right to feel guilt and regret ? When the snow was falling ? Who is going to ask the questions ? From the bloodthirsty bed where the moon slept last night ? Slowly the alienation melts. You wanted to lead a normal life. Sometimes...

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Proof is truly Undoing sums, Sure mystery In right outcomes. Fact is clearly Unwinding tact, See fine beauty As finesse acts. Truth is rightly The pulse that rhymes, See things pretty Fill space and time. Poise greets fond voice As rapture frees, Live that sure choice With worth you see. Leon Enriquez 06 March 2015 Singapore...

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A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my in******ting self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in the air. They are shifting him for amputation. Truth cannot walk. I become my father tonight and watch the house burning . I am...

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Things are what they've become no undoing what is done. Another night has become day as the past just fades away. No making what was not right now is what we've got. No time now for regret we may forgive but not forget. Things are what they've become no undoing what is done. ...

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falling one feather at a time raven black quills swept from full wings. if it's for mass they're amassing, this demon wont disappoint. dagger in hand, the damage is done but what is can always be un-...

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