Unpointed Poems - Poems about Unpointed

...Roads long squandered, Routes trained to memory. a crack in the long unyielding concrete unremarkable. Then, a wildflower A peculiar pink. Leather, nostalgia. Cinnamon, mellow. Stop dead ......

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...Mirror of the Great Invisible Spirit A globe of faces radiant with life A crystal ball with every colour in it A house of souls united without strife A kingdom made of perfect pearls without ......

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...What's my point? I often ask too seldom Where's my circle? Good days are right as bad feel wrong dark night And what's our peak communication point? Where were we when I last remembered? ......

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...Which are your points for living if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway? What's the point of dying if we could otherwise live continuously? Heading down the river on AAA rite of rit......

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