"unplucked" poems
How this **** fable instructs
And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap
Set in the proverbs stitched on samplers
Approving chased girls who get them to a tree
And put on bark's nun-black
Habit which deflects
All amorous arrows. For to sheathe the ****** shape
In a scabbard of wood baffles pursuers,
Whether goat-thighed or god-haloed. Ever since that first Daphne
Switched her incomparable back
For a bay-tree hide, respect's
Twined to her hard limbs like ivy: the puritan lip
Cries: 'Celebrate Syrinx whose demurs
Won her the frog-colored skin, pale pith and watery
Bed of a reed. Look:
Pine-needle armor protects
Pitys from Pan's assault! And though age drop
Their leafy crowns, their fame soars,
Eclipsing Eva, Cleo and Helen of Troy:
For which of those would speak
For a fashion that constricts
White bodies in a wooden girdle, root to top
Unfaced, unformed, the nipple-flowers
Shrouded to suckle darkness? Only they
Who keep cool and holy make
A sanctum to attract
Green virgins, consecrating limb and lip
To chastity's service: like prophets, like preachers,
They descant on the serene and seraphic beauty
Of virgins for virginity's sake.'
Be certain some such pact's
Been struck to keep all glory in the grip
Of ugly spinsters and barren sirs
As you etch on the inner window of your eye
This ****** on her rack:
She, ripe and unplucked, 's
Lain splayed too long in the tortuous boughs: overripe
Now, dour-faced, her fingers
Stiff as twigs, her body woodenly
Askew, she'll ache and wake
Though doomsday bud. Neglect's
Given her lips that lemon-tasting droop:
Untongued, all beauty's bright juice sours.
Tree-twist will ape this gross anatomy
Till irony's bough break.
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A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.
I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
‘I wonder,’ I say, ‘who the owner of those is.’
‘Oh, no one you know,’ she answers me airy,
‘But one we must ask if we want any roses.’
So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.
‘Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?’
’Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
‘Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
’Tis summer again; there’s two come for roses.
‘A word with you, that of the singer recalling—
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.’
We do not loosen our hands’ intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
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Maybe someday you'll long like me
And then you will understand my poetry
When all your heart is bleeding out
And then has nothing to weep about
The empty chambers will scream the loudest
The heart which once sang the proudest
Looted and plundered and left with nothing
Nothing but words left for the shutting
In emptiness and longing there is fulfillment
Infinite motion in the abysmal stillness
I've seen men become walking corpses
Seen men jump willfully into losses
And seen men become bankrupt and spent
Watched them distorted, decayed and bent
All this naught for love yes only love
Making hearts bleed for fruits unplucked
Everyone will someday long like me
And then they will understand my poetry
They will hear the noises still unheard
Their hearts will bleed the unspoken words
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
At the ripe age for plucking.
To be plucked
right off of this eligible branch.
But such a stem stays fixed.
Stubborn and stuck fast—
happy to be connected
to everything that makes me grow.
And others ask, they ask how
I can possibly remain
so incredibly unplucked.
And the others, I tell them,
my heart swells and breaks
with every breath and blink.
I dip it in the bright pools of
those slow-peeled grapefruit sunsets
and use it to finger
the bruised blue leftovers
of the time just before sunrise.
I air it out in the currents
of wish-made gusts from thousands
of floating dandelion seeds,
and I stitch its holes shut
with scraps of mother thread
left behind by moth-eaten fates.
Every day, all over again,
between beats, I learn to ****
the poison from it
with my own lips,
so it can swell and break
at its very own pace.
I remain unplucked, I say,
so when I find a soul
that matches mine,
he won't have to teach me how.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
My mind is clogged, it can no longer filter thoughts, I'm now like a living dead, I'm my own slave, you made a confession, you unplucked your feigned feathers and you whispered you were not an angel, you were the demon that never hurt, the phantom that would be my guardian angel, the demonic girl that needed affection, then I asked you, why me? You exercised your spell on me and made me believe I'm the true documentation of hell's beauty, oh demon, you have possessed me, you have confined me in these unbreakable cages, you want us to wed in the fires of hell, you want us to burn the bibles and qurans, break the crosses and crucifixes, then sacrifice the reverends on the church altars, now I'm seeking justice, I'm trying to call upon the holy spirit, I'm trying to imbibe the holy wine, and if God won't water down my distress with blood of Jesus, then the noose is the only option.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
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In blistering, new dawn,
Out of the smoke of night
Man faced beauty and she,
Hair scented of first spring,
Her eyes of creation, broke,
Faraway and strange, pierced
Stone with lashes of feather,
With fingers of pillowed bed
And vice, dumbfounded, then,
From this day on, innocence
Would both live, all too frail,
Die in its journey to the ocean,
Then, was man by open seas,
Of happiness and soft sorrows,
Elation so become, waves born
Like dream, caress within dream,
She, her eyes, lips, child face,
A singular flower of radiance,
Planted by the fabled lands
Unconquered, unplucked,
Nascent, fertility, waters,
Teeming in the sun, now
God was gazing, longing,
With glint in his eye, yes,
Man to this morn redeemed,
Shall be crazed, blessed more,
Touch nature, know temperance,
Sublime, precious, vernal truth,
Thus, ever be touched himself,
Reborn, in blistering new dawn.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Words stuck in my lungs for months
Suddenly became butterflies escaping my mouth
And I didn't have to be afraid
Because you made sure to save them inside of your head
Every single one of them
You encouraged me to cut the flowers
Growing in my lungs, preventing me from breathing
Like weeds I unplucked them
And you made sure to save them
You dried them between the pages of your book
Took once or twice a look
But never ever dared to throw them away
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
In blistering, new dawn,
Out of the smoke of night
Man faced beauty and she,
Hair scented of first spring,
Her eyes of creation, broke,
Faraway and strange, pierced
Stone with lashes of feather,
With fingers of pillowed bed
And vice, dumbfounded, then,
From this day on, innocence
Would both live, all too frail,
Die in its journey to the ocean,
Then, was man by open seas,
Of happiness and soft sorrows,
Elation so become, waves born
Like dream, caress within dream,
She, her eyes, lips, child face,
A singular flower of radiance,
Planted by the fabled lands
Unconquered, unplucked,
Nascent, fertility, waters,
Teeming in the sun, now
God was gazing, longing,
With glint in his eye, yes,
Man to this morn redeemed,
Shall be crazed, blessed more,
Touch nature, know temperance,
Sublime, precious, vernal truth,
Thus, ever be touched himself,
Reborn, in blistering new dawn.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
I took a leap of faith and landed on Time's wings.
Among ruffled memories and unplucked regrets.
We flew past the clutter of unsaid words,past a plain of desserted promises and with a bird's eye view over a mine of secrets.
As we accelarated towards the speed of light,I saw looming over the horizon ,a dark cloud and mirrored in it,my demise.
Before I could stutter a plea,death had neared, with its icy breath kissing my bones.
With ounces of energy evaporating out of me,I grasped on to the past and nestled into desperation.
Fluttering winds blew away my fears.
I stared into Oblivion's eye and backed away,tracing my footstep back to the now.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
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In blistering, new dawn,
Out of the smoke of night
Man faced beauty and she,
Hair scented of first spring,
Her eyes of creation, broke,
Faraway and strange, pierced
Stone with lashes of feather,
With fingers of pillowed bed
And vice, dumbfounded, then,
From this day on, innocence
Would both live, all too frail,
Die in its journey to the ocean,
Then, was man by open seas,
Of happiness and soft sorrows,
Elation so become, waves born
Like dream, caress within dream,
She, her eyes, lips, child face,
A singular flower of radiance,
Planted by the fabled lands
Unconquered, unplucked,
Nascent, fertility, waters,
Teeming in the sun, now
God was gazing, longing,
With glint in his eye, yes,
Man to this morn redeemed,
Shall be crazed, blessed more,
Touch nature, know temperance,
Sublime, precious, vernal truth,
Thus, ever be touched himself,
Reborn, in blistering new dawn.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 4:42 PM UTC
When I weep I remember
Unplucked eyelashes
Arms free from scars
Boxes full of bandages
Bottles full of pills
I remember
Unbitten nails
The skin on my
Elbows
Knees
Lips
When I weep
I mourn the pieces of me
My past poisoned
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
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In blistering, new dawn,
Out of the smoke of night
Man faced beauty and she,
Hair scented of first spring,
Her eyes of creation, broke,
Faraway and strange, pierced
Stone with lashes of feather,
With fingers of pillowed bed
And vice, dumbfounded, then,
From this day on, innocence
Would both live, all too frail,
Die in its journey to the ocean,
Then, was man by open seas,
Of happiness and soft sorrows,
Elation so become, waves born
Like dream, caress within dream,
She, her eyes, lips, child face,
A singular flower of radiance,
Planted by the fabled lands
Unconquered, unplucked,
Nascent, fertility, waters,
Teeming in the sun, now
God was gazing, longing,
With glint in his eye, yes,
Man to this morn redeemed,
Shall be crazed, blessed more,
Touch nature, know temperance,
Sublime, precious, vernal truth,
Thus, ever be touched himself,
Reborn, in blistering new dawn.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Fresh, unplucked,
Pure, like the morning dew,
This, she has docked,
Until, with the one, she will do.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
twilight kisses after the afternoon rain
raindrops dripping off of blushing fingertips
as bright red blood rushes through your veins
and under the skin of your soft lips
as you pull me close
held so tight and held so warm
the brush of nose against nose
i see the sparkle of your charm
eyes wide, forever surprised
forever amazed and stupefied
our fingers graze against each other
they intertwine, merged together
yet each rose grows thorns
and if unplucked, draws blood
if i had only seen your face of scorn
then i should've thrown away the unbloomed buds.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 3:49 PM UTC
Just one summer like no other
that is what it was !
You and I across the field
playing like wild children
in the playground of my heart !
Here and there, everywhere
we were
angels soaring o'er daises
unplucked* breathing *
Rain or shine, we were always together
drenched in sunlight we were poetry
As we lay softly on the
summer grass
the heady scent of flowers clothed us,
even rain could not wash away
the inhale of our innocence,
It was a summer like no other
the summer when we first met ,
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:10 PM UTC
Warm Grazes
smudge your thumb print
across bated lips
Rolling vapours
Of breath intermingled
Souls reaching for eachother's atmosphere
Beats call out in tandem
Secret Desires wrapped up in eachother's hearts
It was only meant to be an innocent kiss
A hovering of possibilities
One moment of soft mallowed bliss
Timid delving lip tips
A universe of possibilities hung there
Waiting for tasting
But lines had already been drawn
across thier stars
Star crossed
Eyes locked
Aniticipation of realising fantasy
Raging Hopes fade with dawning truths
And then it hits them
The coming to of senses
Heart breaking reality
A crowded room
Suddenly ****** into
a world of strangers
Along a forbidden path
A loveapple left on the vine
Unplucked and overripe
seeping with the juice of if onlys
Oh, what could have been?
If Eve had been restrained and
Adam a less jealous fool
As a consequence
Sweet lips lay bare
a longing pair
Untasted
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 6:17 AM UTC