Untended Poems - Poems about Untended

...Strolling along a winding country lane the other day, I came upon a desolate cemetery in abysmal disarray. 'Twas barely visible, hidden among overgrown weeds and brambles; Untended over time, it h......

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...Mayst tell them, though they leave a sacred land, Where every inch with rich conception spanned, With diligence, in Hades mayst they find A path that to Elysian Fields doth wind. So many burden......

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...The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research......

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...DUSTY POET Dust before donkey doomed a wicked whirlwind grains of wisdom wrinkle sand webs dust devitalise land here there everywhere nowhere ......

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...I was born with dreams, not my own, but woven like a spider's web into my blood, by ancestors who left this world without fulfilling their desires, they pass down ambition like an heirloom of old s......

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...The untended plant withers away, leaf by leaf ~ a time of indifference. Why do we falter, poised at the divine altar, blaming it on gravity?......

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...Listen to this grief I tell, How love away from me didst wind. And though in time, I think she’ll find I loved her better – never mind – The whole of life, its parts combined, Are only sorrows i......

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...Regret! What do I learn? When the world shifts And someone's gone, Leaving a void Their absence lingers, A ghost in the air, Unnoticed, unheard, Until it dawns... The wave crashes down......

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...In the shadows of a lost cause, I lingered, Yearning for moments that slipped away, Selfishly trying to grasp one more second with you, Knowing well the folly of such desires. Now alone, the worl......

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..."The breath of winter holds a hushed enchantment, a captivating stillness." Anna Islington One frigid February day after a night’s snowfall had left my world white and pristine, ......

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...When a whore house was fun I sat down to write about flowers, those often called weeds and grows on untended pavements but another thought got in the way as I recalled that flowers in a whore h......

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... Makeshift art patches of cloth second-hand music on textbook drums Cuisine foraged from lawns untended literature culled torn pages blended ......

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...What The Roses Don’t Say by Michael R. Burch Oblivious to love, the roses bloom and never touch ... They gather calm and still to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves ... They sway, bem......

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... An anti-resolvent-fume- of-infest-chokes-out-integral-yield of humanity. Thick as molasses, blackstrap morass of emnity. Blight is apathy, and apathy is blight. A Void, a claim farmi......

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...Oh painful pain lingering throbbing unjoyously flaunt that false grin again bring me terror of the unstable mind where rabid horses trample garden gates where pampered vines bleed broth and sap ......

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