Unrung Poems - Poems about Unrung

...For the rush of water through pipes For the sounds of Saviour's screaming For the gentle touch of night It is a play toy for madmen With children's voices silenced Listen For a door silently......

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...Age is just a number, a countdown of life. The time of wide-eyed wonder, to that of conflict and strife. It is a span of years, that we think we own. It is not as it appears, time is not giv......

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...Amber of golden flakes wither to a crisp And green vines slither up the tree's limb. Hills flourish up around like a wind's cold wisp That leaves nothing more than this Grim. Wrenched cries hav......

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...A wise elm tree of branches sprout out To a lovely painted sky in a mass of clouds. Treasures granted to surprise in no doubt Carnaging every figure it endures and allows. Freeing the birds gri......

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...To sing the unsung melody; To ring the unrung bell ??… Amidst the hungry poets Starved and naked with pens poised … To be awake amongst the sleeping; To feel rain that has sobbed itself dry; ......

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...I've since forgotten nearly now All my schooling, my meditations I am where I am, my tracks all gone Gurus, the sentients, seers, sages Enlightened speakers through the ages Only conclusions, re......

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...1. “FOR whom the bell tolls…? COVID death toll rises… Bells can’t be unrung… 2. Passover full moon… CORONA VIRUS lurking… Facemasks ape closed doors ......

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...My heart is bursting We've got the worse thing The ups and downs. These types of feelings The wanting the yearning The bleeding it's the real thing The reeling a love Jones Unrung phone t......

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...When I’ve gone to the place where my fathers’ have gone before me and the last tribute has been paid to my memory, may my singing words crack the silence with clanging echoes. May the clan......

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...Strategically placed when raised Upwards By your masterful and well Practiced hand. To mingle with ever changing Skylines That frown down with arrogant Scowls Upon the indigenous populou......

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...I revisit the Sound of Silence Every now and again To recover my lost Zen And to try and reach down deep inside And find my quiet place within. It is hard to shut down my mind. When the chaos......

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