Unexposed Poems - Poems about Unexposed

...I’m paper sack brown, and I’m still put down. The knowledge unexposed, the faith in my soul. The voice, strictly bold. The vibes I send, It’s all inside of the skin I’m in. You look, you see......

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..."House of lies, pride and bone, The gauzy instability in my augmentation, I feel the hostility commence deep into my lanes. I prom in the masquerade of the mirror and cannot identify myself as an e......

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...T’would seem the edge of beauty unexposed Relies upon the images it stirs More so than that, forever’s loving rose Though faded knows she was the one he chose For memory, though dark, still hol......

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...Secrecy, as in, 'don't allow this LOVE to be shown, to be known'? Is Secret Love like lighted candles hidden away in closets? 'Secret Love' is a complicated theme, is it not? Secrecy, as in an une......

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...Every time I read Pessoa I think I'm better than he is Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat, I'm not unworthy of ......

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..."The human heart has hidden treasures, in secret kept, in silence sealed. The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, whose charm were broken if revealed." Charlotte Bronte<......

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...A DEATH IN PANDEMIC I’m dead I’m gone Sometime ago, I’m lifeless now, unbreathing Like a waste In a black plastic jacket They tried hard They did everything what they could Gave me pills......

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...Curtis was never one to stay in one place for very long Oh my God they said when they looked at his passport Multiple entries border crossings migration and search of Inner Self and ironica......

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...At the edge of the shrinking time in the gleam of pale twilight hour, down the misty memory lane I see me walk my children on the changing contours of childhood, hands held with paternal care, ......

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...I know the land where the lemon trees flower, where we made love not war, we had flower power, casual clothes, had an occasional shower we loved nature, youth of the human race old generations t......

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...The Yew is said to reach hundreds of long years and trauma reaches the same festering circles buried deep into abused souls transmitted over generati......

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...ART, MY PLATFORM I art, therefore, I am Let your life be your Art Something you paint with your heart Taking care to make every part, a symphony of colors The way your feet lovingly graze the e......

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...I lose my fingers keeping count the number of kids lost by murder count in the eastern districts media houses dread Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view Aunt hills of buildings single room......

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...“Well now, I’ve enough dirty knickers to be washin’, That’s why I never got married”. Now listen to them talk For it’s hard not to. He never got married or any of that other nonsens......

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...The holly berries reveal a bronzing tint of orange on their journey to becoming deep, dark, blood reds. Soon the three bonded trees will glow in vibrant color held bold and standin......

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