Unframed Poems - Poems about Unframed

...“It’s in there!” The frizzy haired woman insisted with mirth in her eye. “But, how?” I asked beseechingly. She gave a mischievous laugh from impish lips in reply And then skipped merrily on he......Read the rest...

... Penultimate misty mile resonates pined sunset swan song of forlorn footprints transformed to flattened anonymity. In the shadow of cleaved cloud in swarming storm turmoil threads we......Read the rest...

...The bible our pure poetry Divine voice art -- gallery imagery Father’s expanding palettes of time space infinite – shadows of unframed formless canvas -- man's freedom to light, sha......Read the rest...

...Gypsy Autumn, what grace and style! sunshine dappled melts to moonlight. resigned summer is just awhile trees liberated, leafless sight. bright mosaic of yellow and brown, Gypsy Autumn, what g......Read the rest...

...A stem sprouts leaves two Holding cute bud new Grows free Unfurls charming hue Makes a flower blue Blooms glee Unframed scene sticks to Pleased plant, shines with dew Silky. Bridge......Read the rest...

...“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,......Read the rest...

...My soul wanders in the dark alley within me, plunges in the abyss of discontent. The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain, casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being, that flares......Read the rest...

...I am a door----you are a door. A good door is neither too wide or too narrow. Sometimes you are a threshold. Only illusionists praise the craft of locks and keys. Whatever is indulged in, ......Read the rest...

...What’s in a photograph in reference to time The events as portrayed or what they call to mind Focused on tomorrow, the picture is lame Its history frozen —the future unframed (Dreamsleep:......Read the rest...

...Snow stays in the sky while the mountain peaks seem to fall as first light denudes them. Crystal clear in the mirror of itself the lake shines under a surface of silence. I know if I take a pi......Read the rest...

...In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted s......Read the rest...

...Trying might make us good ,intentionally For sake of blood lacking breath of visual Composers all around Reciting the benefits of loyalty Crop up again with idol mind Craving for golden sw......Read the rest...

...Creativity… undemocratic Tyrants of insight, breaking new ground Vision on fire, effigy’s burning Painting’s unframed —all muses set free (The New Room: November, 2020)......Read the rest...

...In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile at the edge of the fading pasture of future obscure in the twilight hour the sunset swansong resonates for the forlorn tree of the being silhouetted s......Read the rest...

...Driftwood Once part of a thing lone and simple, That stood breathing sky through a spray of green Held in a tangle of outspread arms, Some circumstance tore you loose from your moorings And ca......Read the rest...