Undone Poems - Poems about 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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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...

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“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...

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Why today? ...

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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...

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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...

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“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...

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I can't gather everything together too much of me, of everything is smudged and it's late and I'm tired I fear I'll come undone ...

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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...

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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...

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