Unresting Poems - Poems about Unresting

... The wind blows across empty cattle yards and tailing mounds from old copper mines, across open spaces that spread beyond boundary fences and the reach of railway lines, way out past t......Read the rest...

...Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships Angst of redundancy seethes from within as l......Read the rest...

...It’s a tryingly featured world to be in, In which every restless heart minds Pleasant principal affairs of its own; Where spurned soul no solace finds. It’s an unresting space to occupy, Whe......Read the rest...

...In sundry ways deaf to your zeal Which foxy whims fruitless sway, My wandering self did finally feel Pearliest sparks of your legit ray. Inured by bestial blinding decoys Which easiest-farin......Read the rest...

...Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships Angst of redundancy seethes from within as l......Read the rest...

...Since gales do by Nature’s arm blow In dizzying storms far from the shore, So even choiceless boats must move, As unyielding gusts so restless prove. Not every motioning vessel afloat High ......Read the rest...

...The thought I found home in was the silent voice of my unresting soul as it stretched its enchanted wings at last......Read the rest...

...In our Physics Departments our most salient awareness grows of those nature-spirit entities most easily seen and heard and smelled as animated and animating, sometimes more, sometimes less, ......Read the rest...

...Awakening from slumber it thrashes around, that which was once, now completely unbound It shouts at earth with an unsettled mind, it bashes and smashes destruction entwined The might of the w......Read the rest...

...Jack the Ripper, He walks & talks, Like an ordinary person. Is he a psycho murderer, Or a serial killer, Maybe a famous actor, Or a police constable. He is bloodlust terr......Read the rest...

...A butterfly's steady and respectful dance draws the eye, The unnaturally slow beating of it's wings against the air, Thick and heavy with stale and decaying ashes, Air that would dry and choke the......Read the rest...

...Though the same might well be said for the men, My brain is not on autopilot for them. On a hunt for portable heat through a whipping wind I approach the glow of our collective cornuco......Read the rest...