Unstitch Poems - Poems about Unstitch

...There is no place Like a smiling face It sets the pace It makes the case For a happy heart It’s a cinnamon tart All spicy and smart No frowns allowed Said the sign on the door Tis not a......

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...Wait beyond the earth is doomed. Sun grew hungry, thus consumed. Further wait until time tires. Watch as all motion expires. Unstitch all that has been sewn. Witness that which can't be known. ......

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...My suit of self-loathing no longer fits The mirror of compassion tells me so Years of bad-intentions held back growth After a time, the length of my sleeves bind I didn’t realize I’ve become ove......

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...Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery or any other contemporary dwarf man regarding countless less well known dwarves (that never got a c......

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...Some Pro's and Con's of being Virtually Connected to Reality poetic verses Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery or any other contemporary dwarf man even countless less well known dwarves (that ne......

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...who felt incorporeal storied power of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school before his/her first grade coz of all the money he/she made ......

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...[This poem took its inspiration from a sonnet by Charles Hamilton Sorley, When you See Millions… The sonnet was in a collection of writing about World War One.] Of war I read The poems, the pain......

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...She was his muse so beautiful, a true angel on earth 'til she revealed to him her many scars Disquiet at first filled with concern then slowly proceeded to unstitch every one of her wounds as if......

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...Baby I keep dreaming of you Walking down this lonely avenue Well I saw a picture of you in a clothing store on the wall You had your famous beauty with you and all The tangles in my mind started to i......

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...I sit in this dark room and empty the soul I call mine Into the void we call time The void slowly sips it down, burning like hard liquor Then hammers it down quicker and quicker The cursed soul ......

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