Unheated Poems - Poems about Unheated

The Cloudy Bookshelf

...When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like per...

Mud Creek

...The tip of my nose is cold
I always sleep in a t-shirt with my arms bare
Because I like to curl up beneath my blankets
And create my own warmth
I wish I was doing that right now
Instead of selli...

School Was Never Cancelled

...I remember plodding through the snow
From my grandma’s house to the bus stop,
Listening to the sounds of the tire chains
The school bus thumping along icy roads,
But school was never ...

The Texture of the Wall

...Laying on the floor beneath the window,
staring up at the painted plaster,
little cracks run 
through the goosebumps in the paint.

I can read where the wall is hollow
where it is brick,
by ru...

Abandoned Children

...We need orphanages.
So abandoned children can be cared for,
receive three hot meals a day, be helped
with their homework. 


We need orphanages to be 
Quiet places where children can think.
A...

Some Are Not Meant For This World

...(Dedicated to all those who have died alone.)


They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
and the reasons are wide: pride, fear,
even love never tempered by time,
illness of the  heart or mind, or...

Those Long Ago Winter Mornings On the Farm

...I cherish memories of those long ago mornings,
awakening in an unheated attic room to mingled aromas- 
sweet hickory smoke escaping the old wood cook stove,
bacon frying, coffee perking, and biscu...

Arrogance

..."Yes... !" "Kill them with the virtues of kindness my father always used to say... !""

"Arrogance is the belittlement - empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wi...

Drunk In a Barre

...Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
in...

Truth Speaker

...The Truth Speaker.
The voice that speaks in the silence of my unheated room,
frost smoke in morning light and ice crystals of judgment 
that lacks passion, and logic too has the seed of insanity,
...

Snow In Poland

...Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees,
their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind.
It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland.

Snow, m...

Does Your Glass Shine

...Growing through the thorns; strong;
Calling out for help when the days seem long.
When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze,
That only where you go-is what one sees.
Then the hills don’t seem so ste...

Surprise

...
Standing on the frozen water, underneath the turquoise plain,

Temperature not getting hotter, chills set in and ease the pain.

Problems of your prior self, discarded at the price of health...

~ (~) ~ ""hold On!"" ~ (~) ~ (Part #4 of 4) ~ (~) ~

...Arrogance is the belittlement, empty lie... the stinking meat-pie-left-unheated and alone in the 
practical-wisdom-of-the-stove. The sometimes deadly and ambitious-quest for an-easier-day-
...

~ (~) ~ "all" "are" "created" "equal" ~ (~) ~

..."Where in any and all other governments has this principal, its own, been abandoned... ?" 
"The end of this writing right here; right-now-below, being the fruit of its neglect."

"Yes I fe...

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