Unsold Poems - Poems about Unsold

...Through thinned forests where the dew of time is carried, the ancient chant of desire roams, And shadows of men, like spirits in festivity, stretch their endless palms of wanting. Sleepwalkers amon......Read the rest...

...SHEEPSHAPE If not a ram then a sheep is a ewe White and woolly, docile it’s true One of many, as part of a herd Clustered together, as preferred Various strains are kept and bred Unless t......Read the rest...

...(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous satire on how a modern media mentality would view the story of Christ’s Ascension.) The Ascension (with Rewrites) By Mark D. Stucky...Read the rest...

...Boldly I exhume exclusion, a badge of sacrifice Milestones shunned, money’s usual manoeuvre Cultural flimsy stronghold, servant’s fiscal price Top tier requires slaves toil all day for approval ......Read the rest...

...The best poetry stays silent and deep It cries for attention below still waters Each one melting into oceans weeping I still fish poorly in infinity’s pool With no reward that satisfies How th......Read the rest...

...The fatal flaw The internal void The lack of worth affliction Finally realising it is a state of being It's true but also fiction I had inconsistent attachment That's the formal phrase My bra......Read the rest...

...*Neighboring Mauna Kea has been sleeping for centuries, but notice the red flows popping and flowing in the gray areas below Mauna Loa's actual summit. Those are rift zones that pave through gray are......Read the rest...

...Mating Calls, or, Purdy Please! Limericks by Michael R. Burch 1. Nine-thirty? Feeling flirty (and, indeed, a trifle dirty), I decided to ring prudish Eleanor Purdy ... When I rang her to bang ......Read the rest...

...Epigrams VIII Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be good as gold, but being good, as I’ve been told, requires something, discipline, I simply have no i......Read the rest...

...Like you I get old, Like you equal water hold, I’m like you at core, All vegetables here sold, It’s just that I get tired more And so, need to sleep, We both date with death must keep, You ......Read the rest...

...The shape of my spirit, the weight of my soul To measure the longing of wishes unsold Tomorrow the color of yesterday’s stain The taste of each memory —this moment retains (Universit......Read the rest...

...L- Lavish gifts, I recall from Jesus’ birth: I – Inre - the frankincense, the myrrh, the gold. F- Focusing on cost should not count for worth E – Even if certain “wants” remain unsold. S – So......Read the rest...

...How did we fall this low and sink – To depths men go that cannot think. And pluck a weed while flowers grow, In hope our needs his heart will know. Although he stumbles at the brink – Where ......Read the rest...

...Many books unread So many unsold books I have the books are in the packaging I don’t care to open them it is my books, and I have read them. Same old stuff, poetry and vignettes with a few opin......Read the rest...

...She wasn’t thinking about her time and tomorrow She broke out without a rendering word Nothing sat well or sits well within her In fact, she would rather pillow the past then paint a new picture ......Read the rest...