Unmourned Poems - Poems about Unmourned

...Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equa......

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... Unadorned Let me leave this temporal sky Unadorned, unmourned, unwept; ......

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...the flowers he is holding are just one of the reminders of that grief he is holding on so rigidly, prompting a picture of his wife, sniffing the same flowers as she walked the aisle, he smiles stu......

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...They suddenly barged in their tanks and trucks Covered in various armaments of war. Their vehicles droned, piercing the silence, Cutting deep wounds in that fertile land, And desecrating the once......

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...Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls, unmourned, to the distant ground I paused when I heard a far bird's calls Magic I'd mis......

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...On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence sunlight streamed in black and white through filthy, film......

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...King of Lies It's all about you, Isn't it? Always, no matter what the disaster You've most recently caused. It always comes back to you, How badly you're treated By the Fake News (By which......

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...Certain men have risen to claim dominance over society, Their actions attest to barren depths of indifference, Caring not that those who are unable to fight back Are trodden beneath the heavy boot......

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...It flew past my window early this morn A winged creature with a singular horn Of so many things did this creature warn Of once-towering figures, their reputations now shorn Of lovers w......

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...I live under dark lonely clouds Pregnant with acid rain Burn into my skin, every drop a blister I call out your name in whispers Become I a wraith that haunts its own house Floating through a ......

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...You were not present. Far from the pallid sky- in the graveyard, the marbled tears had become the eyes. The meanness of the grill. It will not fix the sun. I stand by a river, which was ......

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...But fiction you are, our Juliet, unborn, mere humans find love so hard to portray, thus leading many to their death, astray, fear not a Romeo is born each day. Childless children be not to death......

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...SEPTEMBER SUNSET OVER ST. PETERSBURG Final fling of color and movement from the sun Celebration of life before it’s done. Bits and pieces of beauty criss-crossed And all is higgled......

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...ICE FUNERAL My River Smolenka has been free of ice now for weeks, but today I saw the flat smoothly-flowing river steaming grey - Bearing remnant ice-floes from some upper tribut......

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