Unmade Poems - Poems about Unmade

Let this not be poetry. Let this be a reckoning. John. You are a groomer. You are a predator in plain clothes. You are a bastard carved from rot Too old to claim innocence, Too vile to fake remorse. You lusted after what I could’ve had Twisted jealousy dressed in sickness. Like David, you lusted after another’s soul And slaughtered me While calling it justice. You tried to...

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Let the demons play — and let them fall As they seek their next prey. Merry-go-round, lost and found, Salt trodden deep in earth and pain. Zombies crawl. An ass's stall. I don’t need this bottle. I don’t need you. Forgive me — For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain. Enemies within, Those who proclaimed to be my friends. Lucky, I suppose, That...

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Let's just emote the dine! Far to the North, we increase the enshrine, send our tails to the features- Whale away with convenience, And all the while- No one clocks the mile~ Our time was the picture, every slogan here today pleases teachers... Endemic, like what we wanted supplanted eases creature......

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On this winter morning I’m daydreaming of warm summer daysprings, blue lake glistenings, butterscotch skin, heartbeat quickenings, and unmade decisions behind blue eyes....

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Prose… Has a room built in For the reader To crawl inside And sleep Maybe More than one room, Unmaking all beds That the Poet —has so carefully made (Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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Life is a Series of Unmade Choices Written: by Tom Wright 2/12/2018 Our life path is populated with unmade choices, And mode of travel accelerates us on our way. Too often we’re influenced by clamoring voices, Leaving un-defendable choices on judgment day; We face each day with a propensity of choice, Then, by others, discover our options predisposed. In allowing another...

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Too busy wrestling with our own demons to bring an innocent soul into the hell of mourning an innocence lost, I now grieve for the loss of a life never conceived Dear one, I ask you to forgive those obsessions that ruled the hearts and minds of two, blocking your journey from this world to the stars Dear one, I ask you to dream for me those dreams yet...

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your eyes seem to cry my mind so blank to the thoughts the bed where we lay seem to stay unmade the house so calm and quite ,movement has gorn the stairs seem to creak to the silence of the night i sit alone rocking back and forth in my chair the brandy bottle so empty the night sky seems to make...

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