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Unrehearsed Poems - Poems about Unrehearsed


Premium Member Dance unrehearsed
Dance unrehearsed, keep spirits high Thoughts but bind and confine Plunge into the void, wingless fly With call of love align To feel complete and whole Let’s connect with our soul And fulfill our life role To quench heart’s thirst Dance unrehearsed...

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Categories: unrehearsed, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Unrehearsed
Once head and heart merge Our creative urge In jest Chooses to emerge As soul’s muse upsurge To test Whether we diverge Or still do converge Then rest It’s time we confessed That our zeal and zest Innate Is because we’re blessed And our fears addressed Abate No load on our chest We rise to the crest Create Tomorrow’s too late Why for should we wait To rise Heart is heaven’s gate Where bliss beats...

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Categories: unrehearsed, muse, poems, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Unrehearsed
Don't ever forget it could always be worse That could be you in a box in that hearse...

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Categories: unrehearsed, dark, perspective,
Form: Epigram
The Muse Unrehearsed
Writing more than living, the words in reverse Living more than writing —the Muse unrehearsed (Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)...

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Categories: unrehearsed, muse,
Form: Rhyme
Unrehearsed Chaos
HE'S PUZZLING AND UNPREDICTABLE. HE SHOWS UP AT UNAWARES. HE'S A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. HE PLANS AND PLOTS TO ...

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Categories: unrehearsed, abuse, anger,
Form: I do not know?



Soul Unrehearsed
All life is a poem, new stanza each day The questions unreasoned, leaves fall where they may My story in long hand, the seasons in verse Discovery my Muse, —with soul unrehearsed (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Categories: unrehearsed, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Louisiana Scene Unrehearsed
The sun rises with unrehearsed drama as an egrets wings its way gracefully across the canal saturated with lily pads near to bloom. Nearby the cypress trees weep in Spanish moss along the shoreline--- their knees rising daintily just above the murky water line. A sudden gust of wind carries with it the fresh scent...

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Categories: unrehearsed, nature,
Form: Free verse

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