Undone Poems - Poems about Undone

Cage Undone

Nine years and a half, a love story spun, 
Or so I believed, beneath the rising sun. 
I gave my heart, my trust, my very soul, 
But found myself within a deepening hole.


A gilded cage, you fashioned it with care, 
Bars of obligation, whispers of despair. 
My wings were clipped, my spirit held so tight,

Undone

I am determined to write poems about the poems I’ve already created to alleviate my stress. I vividly recall my first piece about an internet night stalker, who claimed I was like a "dessert rose"—a low-maintenance succulent that made men like him lose sleep over me. In return, they sought redemption, ending their sentences with

Earth Undone

Mountains made of waves
tore the flesh from Mother Earth —
flayed and flooding.

The mud grieves beneath her,
clogged with stagnant saline.
She used to breathe — rivers ran wild and free,
forests stood tall and proud.

For she was once lush —
verdant skin stretched over a trembling core,
veins of sapphire seas pulsing with breath.
But we carved into her with teeth

Undone

I have come undone, powerless as one
my heart is heavy, thoughts run deep
I'm drowning in the tears I weep

Looking out to see the light 
as darkness falls on silent night

In search to find a sacred place
to help me mend my fall from grace

Just one more prayer to save my soul
reclaim a life that lost control
free

Undone

UNDONE

I have come undone
Powerless as one
My heart is heavy, my thoughts run deep
I'm drowning in the tears I weep
Searching for a sacred place
To help me mend my fall from Grace
Looking out to see the light 
As darkness falls on silent night
Just one more prayer to save my soul
Reclaim a life that lost control
Free the past

It's coming undone

Now he only comforts me
When he has hurt me
I want love without pain

If Kingdom Comes, We'll Be Undone

We are on the crux, 
The cusp of kingdom come, 
In which our own becomes undone, 
Our lands, our bodies, 
Shall be seized by the folly of a smoking gun. 

Proof of tyranny has evaded eyes, 
Yet play before them still, 
A lack of empathy, incessant lies, 
Have become the suzerain’s will. 

We’ve lost the

The Language of the Undone

“The Language of the Undone”

I prefer 
them 
over humans
those velvet souls 

loving 
the lesser 
parts of me 
always

more than anyone 
else cares to admit 
they inspect 
every inch of me 

walking over me 
territorily 
like Gulliver’s 
hirsute henchmen

those velvet suits 
wrap themselves 
like mink 
around my neck

gleefully 
indulgent 
purring into me 
like 

I am 

their

Today

                                            Why today?
         

Winter Is Undone

See Winter dripping off the trees.
It, finally, is past.
And here we are, down on our knees.
Thank God it didn’t last!
The morning sun creeps o’er the hill.
There’s not a cloud in sight.
Of snow, we’ve had more than our fill.
Please, no more chilly nights!

The birds are chirping prettily.
A song to warm the heart.
With smiles as far as

Undone

sneakers twisted over hydro wires
co-joined 
dangling from tied laces
tracks to an unhappy ending

a runner's castoff
erasing the scourge of a race lost?
an overhead tale of something snapped
when expectations erode

forlorn scuffed shoes
undone by some soul
weary of ownership
fused to the wrangle of wind
where secrets shake
heavenward
till summoned back to ground

this unburdened rejection
on a current for altering it
an indifferent toss

Undone

“The only correct actions are those that demand no explanation and no apology”                       Red Auerbach

On my fridge I have a list of all the things I need to do.
Today I put up a

Undone

He's left me. I'm coming undone -
like linen on a spinning wheel
much in need of still being spun.
Half-cloth, I'm feeling unreal.

In need of completion, I'm lost.
He's left me. I'm coming undone.
as if to brusque winds I've been tossed.
i seek a sweet breeze. There are none.

His touch, like the warmth of the sun,
is gone. Only blackness

UNDONE

Facing God, Assessor so great
my soul wrestles for earnest plight
midst battle for achievement flight
as I confess my undone* state.

Despite grievous sorrow and pain
my heart seeks the Lord Who makes whole
fixing glitches of undone role
toward wondrous thanksgiving gain. 

Upon Christ’s inviting altar
I lay my undone goals with hope
begging for help so I can cope
since He’s my

UNDONE

    UNDONE


      
       Scheduled work is remaining incomplete
       In right time couldn’t show proper concern.
       Silly mistakes, unable to delete.
       Life to end,

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