Unformed Poems - Poems about Unformed

...She enjoyed the joy of motherhood once; for nine months: Two hours, fourteen minutes. she held him his entire life and tried to give this tiny, unformed soul al......

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...I am poetry An unheard whisper Shadows Conspiring A tear Soaked in laughter Anger Molded in metaphor Humor Wielding the axe of angst Whispering A farewell kiss I am poetry The invisib......

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...You see it coming through an opaque mirror, first signs and last winks, a monstrous revealing the marks of a construction worker with no blueprint one who realizes that the edifice is crumbling f......

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...You inhabit light unapproachable, there is no darkness with you. Darkness and light are alike to you. In the beginning when the earth was formless and darkness hovered over the deep, You spoke,......

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...The air is thick with the weight of things unchosen, paths untrodden, doors closed but never quite sealed. A shadow clings to every decision, the ghost of every road not taken, whispering — what ......

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... Midnight in my darkest hour The radio turned to nowhere, n nothing The night is open to static, unknown A vice of something from silence moans Its whispers are lost in the either of night Co......

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...Miles apart in the gleam, I believe her, Upright on the porch, staring at the mighty above, Her glassy eyes shimmering with a deceptive smile, Her loose hair flowing like ocean waves. Must she be......

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... Threads trembling the pulse of a dying star. Silver veins stretched thin the twin sparks of an oncoming car! Fragile as a lie whispered at midnight the air crackles stillness a map of h......

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...Ursula, oh Ursula As constellations go Ursa Major in the sky Forever do you glow. ________________________ Onto a world you gaze upon Your perch upon a star Lovingly you're watch......

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...You hear so many say, “Forwards,” a slogan of the day, especially amongst lefties, it’s all some of them say. As if it’s always a good thing, an unbreakable truth, (Not to mention an easy sell ......

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...In the interlude between breaths, silence hangs like a ripe fruit, heavy with unspoken histories. Here, in this moment's hush, the world writes itself anew — each atom a calligrapher's brush. ......

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... Written: June 16, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope had gray hair and looked downcast, Amid grieving and fears, hope is obscene. At night, just a ro......

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... But by grace do I shadow your form from each darkened night to bright-lit morn. You're silvery-white in my life's storm hosting shivery thoughts yet unborn. Would that my pen divine s......

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... A POET'S CRUSH - collaboration with Linda Alice Fowler But by grace do I shadow your form from each darkened night to bright-lit morn. You're silvery-white in my life's storm hosting s......

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... Ode for a Fortunate Infant Newborn: Smacked and Screaming — Hardly more than a new fact, A statistic Already forgetting The crush into Becoming. This “tabula rasa,” Kic......

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