Unfallen Poems - Poems about Unfallen

......the village shivers a hive of restless souls skin pricklin' with anticipation as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin' like trapped hummin' bi......

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...I found a poem I took it home It wasn’t mine ……I knew. But then again on reading it I knew it wasn’t through For something bade me …..“hither….......

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...Yesterday's splendour couldn't suffice, It wasn't perpetual, It couldn't be carried over, The dawn of a new day sets off a new order, A new chronicle of events, Atonement has to be made for ......

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...The sun rose, rays travelled your sky unfallen on your tears corroding your eyes for years. The opacity blocked the beauty of the world, your nights never saw the bright days break until on an au......

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...One week ago, a suicide bomber, a murderer took many lives at the Manchester Arena The police are hunting down his accomplices to subpoena It seems that the papers have nothing better to do than ......

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...The brewing storm stirs up chasing men on foot chasing chariots with wheels i sit and stare in compelling wonder does the wind chase? why run for the brewi......

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...Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed, in a solitary place, where my breath is freed, on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake bed, autumn has come, yet the warmth has not fled. Bla......

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...bewildered, i try to find a chapter in which a comforting compromise is inevitable awestruck, i seek the majestic bookmark that restores that definitvive warmth to my hypothermiated soul i need you......

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...I was given wings to soar from the Holy City— To visit worlds on high. An angel escorted me, To a world where joy doesn’t die. The inhabitants knew no sin; Their faces shone like the sun; The g......

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...Rolling fields. Golden glow. Shine brightly to my soul. Fresh. Free. Fallen. Forever in your hands. Earth kissed feet. Hardened hands working tight, stubborn dirt. Curse ......

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...The Soul art in poems is the wordsmiths With sun or lamp, in light or dark awake The chore of a doom word master locksmith Is to capture, enchain all lone heartache Conjure through words and so......

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...The Creed A crested lark rises in to the window In the bittersweet rendezvous of a vow, And my fear passes, For it is in the free fall of our landing, its chord colliding into the road, ......

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...Autumn day's goldenrays seap through heaven's gentle blues Shading, tangled leaves fire colors,autumn's unfallen few It's flowered clearings...calming and pleasant...devine sola......

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...Crawling along in my loneliness, Falling away from all of this. Is this the way that life's become, Is suffering a way of life for some? Inside my soul it has grown cold, I have nothing now whic......

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