Unmaking Poems - Poems about Unmaking

... The final silence deeper than the grave, A vast unmaking where all memories wave And then subside like ripples on a shore That knows no tide and will remember no more. The self dissolves, a......

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...Tomorrow’s lullaby in footnotes to Dylan Tomorrow blistering confronting the sun Tomorrow lingering while calling your name Temptation disguising what’s never to come Tomorrow’s redemptio......

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...Where would we be without the bomb Was Einstein a savior or devil aplomb Our power the fire all enemies dread Till stealing its physics unmaking our bed The world on the edge of a loomin......

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...Blossomed solitary, a flower unseen Colors missed; hues ignored Fragrances ne'er sniffed Scattered into emptiness By planters 'n florists Makers unmaking their creatures Leaving them dereli......

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...IT WAS SUPRISING TO HIM HE DATED HER FOR MORE THAN A YEAR AND WHEN SHE TOLD HIM SHE HAD MARRIED NINE MONTHS BACK, HE STOOD SHOCKED AND AMAZED. SHE SMILED AS IF JIS FEELINGS WEREN'T TO BE HURT O......

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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, 2......

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...My thing is, Yang dear, EarthMother is much RNA-green older than mammalian red-DNA Yang. Yes, seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit, I remember this history lesson from your creation ......

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...Estranged from the familiar you made me by unmaking me for getting tired too soon of fostering like I was an unwanted child, yet still you are the one who have become unparented; an Orphan ......

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...Unmaking the bond between cause and effect. You start throwing stones as a mark of intimacy. Ipomea: You wanted to learn the art of blooming silently at dawn. Huddled like solar flar......

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...Drunk with pride the streets are bursting in self-indulgence. Who was calling the shots ? Do you know the words between intermissions, carry a secret- till the brazen scoop finds the hidden meaning......

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...Part Two To have written is to leave but a mark nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables more than his acquired business acumen a Vaishya karmic hope Now we stand aghast before this edi......

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...Where once we laughed, bent over our middles, pounding the table, or just smirking with a rueful “Oh, my God”, sort of way, could I forget the silent beach? Rustles of sand at my window as you walk ......

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...I tried to fly God knows I tried To bring the cherry back For children in the nest. I told old Daedalus It was the weight of sorrow That kept me In the labyrinth dark Shivering before the mi......

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...My sentence: repentance The prison in which I was the cause Their motions; their reasons Where everything was nothing I could want My mindset; my music The void that danced along with my soul ......

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...I speak......the silence unmaking my words, for here the shade of broken time does dwell. I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords that bind me closer than the ghosts to hell. F......

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