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"unregretful" poems
Isolated fog and silents, The morning brisk, Dense sunlight from above, Over casting rays, reflecting in from out the dusk of rising sunset, transferring inside our humble abode , The tenderness of your body heat, The radiance of your glowing shine skin, glistening, The sculptured body, That forms beneath the unfurnished sheets, The gradient, bitten flesh red, pump lips, The complexion of perfection of jealousy, A jaw line precisely traced onto a bare canvas, Soft faint eyes, Infatuated, Oh, How much it yearns for a delicate touch, Capturing the sensual moments and gestures, Making it difficult to contain, My immoral, dishonest, corrupted, thoughts, Motives, To impurify the innocents, from the beginning, I've polluted everything, markings of lust, Love, Unfair but Unregretful, Unbelievable, This is mine.
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Never tired of waking up to you.
Please hold for an obligatory moment of silence, mute in its act, wordless in its perpetration. Place artificial flowers on outer lapels, held in place with no concentration. Feudal rivalries resurrected for resources and land…to be ripped from the native source’s hand. Pitiful glances at battle worn soldiers, still praising ideology projecting them as a supported saviour. Unregretful acts lead one to question their behaviour. Service dogs doled out in bulk, preventing an army of PTS Banners from turning Hulk. These discretionary acts of ill will mutilate the concept of freedom, and men who fought to uphold its worth. These incendiary pacts on parliament hill, fumigating for roaches of aspersion, are bastardizing a new world’s birth. Carriers’ return home, housing the long departed, not to be thanked, not to be appreciated, but to be ****** for unholy, sanctified acts. Permitted parade zone, rousing the socially guarded, to be spanked, depreciated, and deemed unworthy to stand, before coyly rectified rats
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Flanders Folly...November 11th, 2014...November 7th, 1919
I bring thee angel a silver chain. I tell thee also an unbelievable truth. I shall never have fortune or fame. I never get what I want only what I need. My own child minimum wage can't feed. Poverty, stench, & hatred i breathe. Tell me what is the solution? To control & diminish this pollution. A sacred heart belonging to me. An unshattered love binds us to be. Just because I never married someone strong. To take away my daughter is still wrong. A sacred kiss of eternal bliss. A glowing soul that grows. Holiness bestows ungranted hopes. Stealing my parental rights. Lonely abandonment. Evil feeds & Bites. Unregretful resentment. Unsettling contentment. Pages turn words burn.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Undelivered
Amidst the pounding thunder And towering waves Lit in the night By searing lightning A small ship sails The sailor gazes back To distant horizons Not quite seeing But feeling His former home As winds scream and tear And waves crash and drag He battles onward Through tempest To unknown lands Decisions made long ago For risk and fortune Over calm simplicity Run swift as the howling gale Through rain blinded eyes Easy winds and calm seas A life of lazy tranquillity A life forsaken To battle tempest fury And still unregretful
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
A Small Ship Sails
I’d like to give you a souvenir. That shines like island sun speckling on the open collar of your blouse as the light comes through the shading tree. I’d like to exchange a kiss, every time I hear you say you miss me. Id like to have a note sent by you unregretful of any love, though it might be lost in transit, caught like the eye in an agate. I’d like to give you roses, the white, the red, the black. They are souvenirs of every morning and of every noon and night.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 1:18 AM UTC
souvenir