Unmarked Poems - Poems about Unmarked

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the minstrel tells stories singing ballad after ballad still he starves to death on keys and tones the bard tells tale after epic tale still he lies alone in an un......Read the rest...

...Right up until you were honest I found hope in the regressing of your sentences From fine wine to a poisoned chalice Remembering you in the corner of the grocery store Sparked the overwhelmin......Read the rest...

...Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer. My pal......Read the rest...

... Oh my misunderstood muse - love and life; It's not just a hobby - It's my dream, but demons in my mind run wild at night.... So there won't be any poetry t......Read the rest...

...A Flock of Startled Birds He had sat for an hour on a long, low, flat rock, He had checked himself over from bald patch to sock. His leather shoes burnished to a mirror-li......Read the rest...

...Who gauge a crown with stars at its edge, and fathom hollows beleaguered trails. An unmarked course decorates the pledge, may tether the ring that brinks its ledge, the faithful choos......Read the rest...

...underneath his trenchcoat he was in possession of a bent quill he used it to tickle words out of his avaries of birds moon-eyed and sucker-punched they adored the dripping honey he......Read the rest...

...In the depths where the hounds of nonexistence bark, Vigilant guardians of silent eternity, On the land of somber undulation, the dogs of death howl relentlessly, They are the keepers of the secre......Read the rest...

... If it were not for writing, I would remain as I am, voiceless wanderer, lost in chatter; no different than meditation, mere spectator of unfolding drama, chopping wood, carrying water. My ......Read the rest...

...When I can’t write, I feel a knot in my chest. A building pressure tight like a bullet proof vest and an itching in my hands that just will not rest. It’s not a lack of paper and pen, I’ll scratc......Read the rest...

... There's an irony in speech, people only hear what harmonises with their ears. Just like silence after music, ......Read the rest...

...There is no chance at all I'd have an unmarked grave It's all about show Is that the mark I've made? She appeared from the outside Looking in A promise of perfection Unblemished by sin I......Read the rest...

...I spend most time within this grave Unmarked and deathly silent I met my end remaining brave Which made it no less violent Pressed to death for 3 long days Only asking for more weight Not thi......Read the rest...

...In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves of residential school children. These children were t......Read the rest...

...I find myself in a curious state of observation not that such contemplation's are foreign still fleeting feelings of an alien nature engulf me. Like shadows forged from promises past ......Read the rest...