Unedited Poems - Poems about Unedited

I'm back. Stood in from of the Marc Chagall That is quietly across the road I don't know what else is quietly sitting just out of my eyeline Whether wraparound sentences are indeed my friend Where am I again?...Read the rest...

There's a beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool It's been there for the 7 years I've been coming here It contains air from the lungs of an unknown person, an essence that rests here...Read the rest...

first impressions last longer lost in the sands of times last impressions lives forever penned in mind's of men treasured in the rhymes of mines engraved in the tombs pains inscribed in the palms of history tattooed in the art of...Read the rest...

I fight a battle against tempestuous wind fury the earth’s ablaze in feverish sky and I...Read the rest...

We are of the ground Electricity flows deep inside me You cannot harness it Because I do not know it is there Deep with in And with in comes With everything Attached ti me is a soul...Read the rest...

The air surrounds me brisk. Sounds from the city evoke me. People are nearby but in this moment; I am alone. The chimera close by secure me a halfer. Smoke is now gone but I do not...Read the rest...

Why And why now? I can't believe I had told myself you had changed Defending you, against everyone Who told me it would end up this way Angry So angry that the walls we built still stand And we raised the sails...Read the rest...

I wake up to a recurrent vision- This emergent self belongs To body, spirit, and dream. A different kind of measurement Lies at the gates of unchosen. I float a ready channel of grace Within the airy sighs of...Read the rest...

Poets have a greater capacity to express love and longing painting pictures of passion's pleasures They excite and ignite the imagination That's the beauty of being a poet Poets are so steeped in the need for beauty in wording that they...Read the rest...

Writing a masterpiece Takes so much effort and thought My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel...Read the rest...

From the first page I open to the book of life Written in fluently opulent language of : A fleeting cloud and crisis-ridden sky In cries of hues and halos The milkyway beyond our horizon suspends the...Read the rest...