Unrepressed Poems - Poems about Unrepressed

... The writer's quill, a humble thing it seems, A feather plucked from some forgotten fowl, Yet dipped in ink, it spins a world of dreams, Where heroes rise and empires rise and fall. Wi......Read the rest...

...From the patriots grave there comes a disturbance a sound so faint it is distant less. It floats in on the wings of absurdity. It defies the continuity of human expiration, upending the status qu......Read the rest...

..."That the soul is a captive, treated humanely" John Astbery Inspired by Self-Portrait In A Convex Mirror, in particular the line above. I have written down some free thinking thoughts wi......Read the rest...

...I'm plagued by memories I'd rather forget, and with shadows that linger, I'm often beset. They hover around me, leaving me daunted in my waking hours and in dreams ill-haunted. I've sho......Read the rest...

...A Life Unrepressed Lighting surges through a war of disrespectful words, tears descending, wet. In times of uncertainty, an unknown sadness is out of control, a smile, a gesture; or fea......Read the rest...

...I was in my backyard sunning, while lost in warm daydreams, Enjoying red raspberries, while listening to the birds sing. Lying on afternoon chaise, in the golden midst of hot July, As I watched ......Read the rest...

...I would like to hear with no urgent need to speak and to respond without reacting, over-acting. I would like to hear your experience with faith and faithless communities, theistic and athei......Read the rest...

...~~~ Love is not Lustful~~~ I love your spirit... I love your mind... I love the way you handle your business! I love the woman in you when you speak to women. I love the man in you when you s......Read the rest...

...its a new day i've gotta make a million today and either way they gon hate so never mind what they say i look in the mirror to move past the passe i work to turn fear into yesterday my am......Read the rest...

...Desire doesn’t belong........ Desire dives into the ocean of the heart Like high waves rushing to sweep the sand Like grey clouds all roaring in unison Gushing to douse the drought ridden land ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes to look inside Takes more than calming highs Sometimes there’s cyanide And sometimes I’ll have to die Oceans of vivid worth Mixed in with delusion’s birth I just want to feel the ea......Read the rest...