Unvarnished Poems - Poems about Unvarnished

... The chest, a hollowed birdcage, ribs splayed wide, No fragile heart to flutter, only tide Of absence, pulling, churning, cold and vast, A landscape where all joy has long since passed. No p......

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...Black History Month began as "***** History Week" Our holiday was adopted at a time when the country was bleak Created in 1926 by noted African American Historian, Carter G. Woodson Today, we cele......

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... “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” ~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I I weep by a stardust shore......

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...Your Rhythm, a gentle breeze swirls the emotions and guide me through maze of life, i learnt lately Your imageries, a telescope amplified the bitter truth But, wasn't it a gem to be seen Y......

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...We weave opinions like threads in a loom, each strand steeped in the waters of fear, each dye is drawn from the wells of desire, stitched by unseen hands that pull the loom taut— a tapestry fraye......

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...Lay my heart bare, let it bleed and spill, Upon these pages, where silence once filled. With every tear, my story is written, In ink and in sorrow, my truth will be told. I rip my heart wide, l......

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... While climbing the corporate ladder, Jill zoomed right by Jack. He got madder than a wet hen. Then, fit to be tied, so determined to soothe his hurt pride, he told lies on her. “Cheat......

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...You want the blood, not just the skin— a poem that bleeds, raw and open, like a wound that won't close. You want the truth, sharp and unvarnished, a mirror held up to your own dark, secret p......

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... * Artists of every kind, I believe, are but tools for something far grander … what that is, I’ll leave to the philosophers. * ~ bend … your voice to me tickle my tympans with a w......

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...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,......

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...One unbiased through a lense seen clear Objectively,subjectively unvarnished in form No quantum entanglements at all devoid of expectation Free flowing electrons prism like in possibility The oth......

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... Gilded Crosses? By Mark D. Stucky Shiny icons gleaming on altars? And hanging from necks on gilded chains? No. Not back then… Not golden, not metal,......

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... In our heads are two voices. One is deceitful, judgmental... You're no......

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...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds, scuppered signpost to my fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant, w......

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...Days come alive and I breathe fresh scents of freedom, of sacrifice floating fearlessly from your moon your aura, an attraction anointing my glisten, an unvarnished truth waiting to explode/exp......

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