Unscarred Poems - Poems about Unscarred

...It is the Earth. A living piece of clay, sculpted from stars and darkness, A cosmic wound, silent yet full of echoes. On its body, rivers carve maps of time, And its mountains, like petrified pra......

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...The world is savage, punishing and hard. We experience more than we can bear. While not a one of us comes out unscarred, it isn't even anything like fair. We long for a bit of recognition for p......

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...Amidst shattered hues, they stay alive, Broken crayons, yet they thrive. Purple persists in its royal grace, Pink too, in its delicate embrace. Shorter, yes, and somewhat marred, Yet each colo......

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...she has the wrath of a god but the mind of a human the steel grip of an eagle, but she’s painfully weak i shake like a leaf since whatever she’s doing makes me scared to the bone, i can’t eve......

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...I’ve recently been reading a book that reminded me of how little I am in this humongous world It reminded me of how many boys with the same pigment as me, it reminded me of how many girls Grow u......

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... As the moon drifts away on the sea I'm shivering in the freeze Of a lonely breeze Stars cascade on my mind I'm just looking for what's mine Pretending to feel fine A meteor shower isn......

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...Petals fall from the sky unscarred and woolly I approach in a hapless way and stare I see motion and haze and mist swaying in the wind swaying in the wind a quisling feeling......

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...What is your opposite for SACRED? for sexually unscared unscarred unscrambled? SECULAR, I suppose. Secularization sounds like desecration, As sanctification sounds divinely cooperative......

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...Jerry had a big bad wolf Who followed him to Sunday school, Heaven school, BrightLight toxic school, Jerry had a big bad wolf whose hair was black as coal, black as death, black as stole hi......

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...—wThis Thing Called Aging 1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years, I have been thinking I have had Enough of being old, being Pleasant about this form of present: I have had enough of th......

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...Words silent turn at the melodic tunes Oozing from the lush lilts of your eyes; Telling of stung lover’s anthems warm, Of the rapt poet whose scribbling dies. Windows into realms old lyricists......

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...I was walking by a tree the other day…composing poems inside my head when a breeze blew the tree’s branches open wide, “Would you like to climb? He said. When I was a child I’d run right in and c......

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...The world is flat and that is that The sun revolves around the earth for what it's worth Tobacco calms shaky nerves it's been observed Don't ever tell your kids "No" if you w......

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...Hs worn hands, they tell a story -- The furrows where his trusty saw rested The closed wounds from rusty nails The bent fingers from flinty hammer blows The swollen redness from carrying me......

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...The man is lion of this jungle Armies to him are humble. He runs non stop to make things run And never let's a crawl walk until it runs. The man runs the world But he would keep running in circl......

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