Untimed Poems - Poems about Untimed

...Give me your soul My life is an empty cave, I am shouting there to myself Who are you?! Where are you?! What do you want??! I don’t know who I am. I don’t remember… Says echo Just walk and w......

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...I used to live in a watch I followed the movements of the screws and cogs It isn’t till recently I broke out of that box Now I live life untimed Free from the rudementary But without that......

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... There was a lady in her late thirties She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl Naughty devils but the lady’s whole world The lady was......

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... "Fata Morgana" feet hardly touch the ocean when silent stars of no voice transmit words to pay the ferryman on the water no reflection gently the sun waves smiling as......

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...A tempest swept in, transporting my thoughts The past to the future, and back to today Recapturing memories, beginning again Untimed reminiscence —the present relayed (Dreamsleep: Feb......

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...Taken sideways, swept as a web strung spider Sand sugar legged staggered specimen lured by weightless Drifters soon to be lifted by unruly tide's violent Fears ditched for the squall ......

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...Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam Channels which searched for surrendour Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean Chances which blind chase......

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...Clusters of refugee bubbles Expelled from the side of my tank Rise expanding in upward travels Escaped depths, burst at surface Forging against their vigou......

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...Th cloud looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun, Suddenly it became churlish and kraken-cruel, The ansty swollen tar-black and large cloud began to roar in a fearsome w......

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...Seafoam dreams massage deep into my scalp, as uncomely thoughts drift drain-ward destined. A warm, white noise water rush of comfort cradles me back to the days of my womb home, with the only ......

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...No clock can lay claim to the moment untimed Though hands finely set still a mystery divine Each tick plays a cadence to what is now past But what of the future its measure uncas......

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...Fancy that? You didn’t think? Fancy that? You didn’t care? Years alone with only you to feed my solitude of despair Years alone, in my mind planning your hurt - some evil kind! Fancy that? ......

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...If you knew the words were killing you, would you choose then not to write Would more calendar days still left to live make up for the darkness and blight Would the time by days now measu......

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...Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase, I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared I'd fall within its haze. Trapped by the door on the ceili......

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...When taking a stroll on a path filled with weeds the force fields are often not symmetrical nor are they aligned. But the shining synchronization of a sky lit sun cap can capsulize even the most unti......

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