Unearth Poems - Poems about Unearth

...My mind is a prism. Ridges of plexiglass. Angles with multiple hues varying on where the light hits. Some angles have no light hitting them at all. But it doesn’t mean that those are less appeali......

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...Children will always remember the void, They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them. They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings, And the darkness that inva......

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... Wholesome humor reverberates freedom mirth Shared in the family of joy-filled home making us have a taste of heaven on earth... Daddy’s jokes champion laughter easing gloom of l......

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...before enactment of an event on earth creation occurs in a subtler domain call it what we will; it’s there our will takes birth like blessings from heaven falling down like rain so what this deep......

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...THE BREAK INS BEGAN IN THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS SAN CARLOS BEACH PETER WAS THE TREASURY HE BECAME BITTER ANGRY WHEN HE SAW MY GRANDFATHER ROOSEVLT KING STANDING ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF ANTIPOPE JOHNXXIII......

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...Where do all the apologies go The ones unheard, unspoken of Do they haunt the houses they can't move on from Do they move through the walls Waiting for the calls Of the broken ones Or do they a......

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...Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt wit......

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...Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt wit......

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...Enemies Of My Breath. Like a purple dragon of doom, I breathe fire behind your knecks! With the quake of the earth, I ensue your essence to the ends of the realms. Like a volcano I erupt wit......

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...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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