Unowned Poems - Poems about Unowned

...My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn, the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors, painted a Monet garden blooming with my love, unfurled the facsimile of your floral face......Read the rest...

...After they have taken everything you still have a stray, unowned patch of sunlight finding its way in and spending a little of its time keeping you company, playing around your feet. The thi......Read the rest...

...He runs around Cleaning up her mess Secretly wishing her To let down her dress ...and stand She follows him to death Making him pay Holding her heart While he prays ...to god They submi......Read the rest...

...Tom is stealthy and sneaky He feeds first and ferociously It may be his only meal for a day or two He likes this porch; people leave out kibble For their spoiled prissy stuck up feline She is a ......Read the rest...

...My journey is no longer mine Owned by Deceptive roads deceitful milestones And friends who turned enemies Also enemies who never became friends After so much of living Even death is unreachable......Read the rest...

...Petal of limpid life veils the naked eye, shadow and spoil refrains the question ideal; asking not within, without --- dark night shines, while day grins --- The answer unowned, u......Read the rest...

...b>Time Management and the Art of Throwing Alarm Clocks by Lemuel Griffiths March, 2,017 Apparently, there's a God damned dog out there - according to my neighbour, And his wife, Thelma, needs ......Read the rest...

...B52s above the Aleutians? It never was a Red Dread global mission. Fidel was just Galician patrician, and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians. They wore those uniforms like horsehair vests, t......Read the rest...

...All we eat is elk meat, boiled elk, roasted elk, elk jerky sometimes fried elk if we get bear or whale oil, oh, and sometimes elk soup, for four months we've subsisted exclusively on elk except f......Read the rest...

...Three words comprise the frame my son last made: his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone, his single, loving "Papa" with our last embrace-- and in between?...just Mark, the man to fill a thousan......Read the rest...

...Three words comprise the frame my son last made: his soft "Hey, dad" to greet me on the phone, his single, loving "Papa" with our last embrace— and in between?.....just Mark, the man to fill a thous......Read the rest...

...Played into this, was anything ever felt that meant. Betrayed since beginning, layed in ur tracks is how it went. Spending these moments, were never spent, its meaningless. Backwords, background, let......Read the rest...

... Messages from my brain Fill the pages of my thought stream And if again I guess myself A renaissance, I'm over doubt What's better than loving life Can't bring me down without a knife Come ......Read the rest...

... Exit the chaos from which you are derived the Prince of Providence makes his existence felt with head held miles high for he has survived against all the uneven odds acknowledging the victor......Read the rest...

...The iciness of his smile seeped like osmosis through the crevices left on my face by the squint rooted on fires of a loud and angry sun. A tempest stormed across the dusty, red sky follow......Read the rest...