Unjaded Poems - Poems about Unjaded

...Oftentimes I'm found to be immersed in gloomy poetry. Life's trials impose challenging woes; so I suppose... No mystery! Enthusiasm, seeking joy; diminished, dampened by convoy, of fiscal str......Read the rest...

...Blow for now your heat on rippling leaves; unjaded, they don't drop... the pressure snarls in veins on leafy cheek's different masks (too many airs) color shy— fallen raked......Read the rest...

...Memories unlock upon sight of rose To long gone gardens, when my love still grows I am still a child, carefree, unjaded Memories that are pure and unfaded Within those gardens my people still d......Read the rest...

...When I was a child there was no better thrill Than joyfully skipping a finely cast stone. When exploring the world with an unjaded eye There was no greater pleasure than being alone. I once ca......Read the rest...

...Should we shed the boy and be a man? Shoot of spirit wild -to be tamed in the tamed land. Where is the proof that this cynical evolution; this cyclical passthrough is a strengthened constitution. ......Read the rest...

...A lovely place from where the sky is new Reflects a vision of outrageous hue Unclouded glass above the morning dew A flood of puddle like an ocean blue The mountain fog could not the winding path......Read the rest...

...The rush of life does disappear in the steady cadence of a rocking chair when out the window I do stare at life unjaded, quiet and spare. As I rock, I see the most lovely lines flowers uplif......Read the rest...

...Large expectations become wide eyed revelations I don't always think with the best of intentions Path is straight but my conscious has strayed My heart and my soul, I have betrayed Truth is m......Read the rest...

...Green fingers spring into the morning light jade unjaded by the winter's hold on colors born crocus and daffodil knuckle the soil despite the white which still coats parts of the sleeping ......Read the rest...

...NOTE TO THE READER Once Apun a Time This yarn is a flossy fabric woven of several earlier warped works, lightly laced together, adorned with fur-ther braided tails of human frailty. Th......Read the rest...

...Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today; And indiscreet along ......Read the rest...

...I think that what I'm saying is that UNITY is what this world lacks. I think of the animals which speak to us with their eyes. Desperatley wanting to speak to us, when they are hurt or needing ......Read the rest...