Unearth Poems - Poems about Unearth

...The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research......

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...If it had been love, why didn't you whisper it when time still had breath, when it could still weave our moments into the fabric of eternity? I wandered unknowingly, not realizing I had been thrown......

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... I Am I am matter transformed to human shape Through light energy to the earth`s landsca......

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... Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ************* . . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust a momento rests shards of progress glint like stars ......

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...This poet and her pen wish no parting, like a blessed union, as two souls, incumbent, bear junk without the other. My pen may be a bridge for vines. My pen may be a Hit in summer. My pen may......

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..."Pennies are good luck. Take one with you everywhere you go." By Poet Once in a tale of old, a penny was worth one cent not gold. A nickel was worth five pennies, they say chan......

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...I press my hands into the ruins of you, fingertips cut in the quiet rot of ancient wounds that have never quite been touched. Beneath splintered ribs, your earth is sulfurous in suffering— your......

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...Our soul invoked a divine scent, the wafting breeze, it came and went, renewing at will, love’s bliss tease, which when faded, made heart lament. We wish this rapture does not cease but angels......

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...DEATH THREATS POURED IN DURING MY STROKE AND ANEURYSM AS MY STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY ABUSED HER POWER AND BEGAN EXTORTING MY SOCIAL SECURITY CHECKS WHILE MY DISABLED HUSBAND SUPPORTED ME WI......

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...In a shadowed nook where memories sleep, An old wooden guitar, its secrets to keep, A relic of joy, of laughter and tears, A symphony echoes, transcending the years. Once cradled in hands that ......

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...Most people aren’t blessed with all the zest Of money, power and fame, But live their lives in “quiet desperation,” As Thoreau once famously claimed. As for me I once believed I was headed ......

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...Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty ter......

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...The nonstop negative news or publicities on Haiti Hurt tremendously and disturbingly The relentless or constant bashings of all Haitians Twinge and twist my heart like cancer patients On their de......

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...Protruding from new fallen rock, where fossil hunters play And casting long its shadow, as the night gives way to day This femur from an ancient beast that walked here long before Perhaps an isola......

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...No fear of threats from vicious Peter Gargano knights of kkk Threatening my life for attending that 1969 Civil rights field trip my father Civil rights advocates political leaders gather a......

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