Unobtrusive Poems - Poems about Unobtrusive

...I write because I need to It's what I have to do Put feelings down on paper Feelings I've for you It doesn't stop the longing That ever present ache But it helps to write them down because I ......

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...Wooden Box In my deep deep wooden box I keep: in triumphant completion of something’s; depending on whethers; keyboards with buttons who don’t make notes audible to the human ear; descri......

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... I always feel the stiff breeze in my heart. The rumbling ,ro......

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...For years I’ve passed a sculpture When I walk at break of day. It’s very unobtrusive, Likely meant to be that way. It’s just one word carved out of wood And tethered to a sign Reminding peopl......

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...Life has become an amorphous mass, Sans shape, sans structure. And my mind is in total discombobulation. I feel I am like a scrap yard. My world has lost its tint and throb. Defeated and dec......

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...Man prefers the art of war Than peace that's so elusive Life goes on just like before Death is so unobtrusive......

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... Bright red flash against the snow-filled trees, the cardinal comes to rest in a shower of white. He trembles on a limb, black eyes darting, searching for something to eat in the bleak landsc......

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...My love for you is hidden Though well you know it's there Right now a guest unbidden But like surrounding air Not visible through eyesight Not tangible to touch Yet present and most certain Ub......

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...Standing right behind you Outside I'm playing cool Inside desire's mounting Self control's the rule If I could I'd kiss you Your lips in full receipt My hands around your waist One moving wi......

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...Smell of rain after a storm With lightning, thunder, summer's warm Water drops from skies above Bathing all the earth thereof And when the sun breaks through the cloud The rays are quiet, never ......

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...Poems, poems, poems They're what I love to do The way that I express myself To tell you I love you They come to me so easy I have so much to say And when my heart's on fire I write three an......

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...To write! to truly write, to wield the pen as but a mere extension of the mind. Yet contemplating, I am wont to find perhaps the glitch is buried there within. For, so it seems, no sooner......

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...amid scurrying feet, in the whirling humanity, with divided aims, and sizzling brains, she paused with singularity of purpose. never in a hurry, more at peace, on a park bench......

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...There's a plan Which will create a perfect picture If you just follow it All laid out You may use pen or pencil Free to rectify mistakes Follow the plan For your own way creates an intricate m......

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...Moderation in all metaphysical and physical declarations exerting autonomous preposterous implementations. ImModeration in self as also Other love. Moderation in all things, except conti......

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