Unstitched Poems - Poems about Unstitched

...An oval shape—a ghostly pane, A frame of whispers, soft refrain. It hung in quiet, out of view, Where silence slept and shadows grew. I glimpsed “the oval window, a portal to another dimension,......

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...High in the Eyrie, stone cold and stark, Where stars peer in and walls leave a mark, The sky is a floor and the wind is a blade, And the edge is a whisper where brave men fade. The stone is sla......

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...The man in front of me is a broken one, and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue, in cement, in something meant to hold things To hold him To hold myself and others together. Yet he binds......

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...One first flight, Columbia’s name. Seven souls aboard, bound for fame. Six days, then ten, experiments thrive, Eighty hearts of science, dreams alive. Si......

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...thin moon hangs in the blurring light when the red tape of work ends day's end before darkness darts onto idling pillows a too slight shine to navigate the strain of living wounds unstitched ......

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...Tik tok goes the clock With each set of time Her energetic vibrant being turns frail She who i'll never call by her name In retrospect,she raged Against this decadent diabolical world She ra......

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...I am a pick pocket Unstitched pocket empty house Plan to go for a date Rain is high crash umbrella Stale food is not in My life I suvre with love to her I have two pockets one is empty Ano......

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...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life one single moment unstitched pulled out of time we'd begin to see that death is only a si......

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...My Poem still an open wound, unstitched by edits snare Running free on a endless page —new blood for all to share (James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)......

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...Poor in stock yet rich in spirit, my clock does bow and sway In rags and tatters all unstitched, with joy do I still pray My flesh is weak, my home now burnt just embers to remind ......

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...Your name comes to my lips when I kiss and reach bliss yet you have naught to do with it This unconscious rememberance is recognition of how I hold on tight while letting go like a snake hang......

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...When you fall at your lowest depth you must begin to find the path Find Your way out of the crumbled ruins of life Digging deep within ones self is a hard climb Tragedy, doubt, refraining to recon......

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...Poor in stock but rich in spirit, my clock does bow and sway In rags and tatters all unstitched, with joy do I still pray My flesh is weak, my home now burnt just embers to remind ......

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...My Poem still an open wound, unstitched by edits snare Running free on a salted page, —new blood for all to share (James River Writers Conference: October, 2016)......

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...The Question I Posed …. If your Poem is still an open wound And you stitch it tight with editing How… will it ever bleed free? (James River Writer’s Conference: October, 2016) ......

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