Best Ballpoint Pen Poems

~Woody Wood From the Hood~

Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!

Blind today, bald tomorrow, 
Big Bird, will be your only friend
I...

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He or she who can put pen to paper	
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints word pictures, again and again
 With the swiftest strokes of...

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The body electric; it moves about
On fire from a heart that has exploded. 

Suspicion of me; eyes on me. I didn’t do it! 
I merely sat idly by while they killed themselves
With drink. 

I have a drink, and perhaps I shall 
Have another, and the...

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like a night fairy
you invaded
my side of the room
stealing my coffee
hot handed
like the money
with which it was procured
selling poetry
composed with heart
and sore fingers
holding ballpoint pen
put together 
the old fashioned way 
carrying the books
everywhere I go 
asking anyone interested
to buy a copy
now thanks to you
I have...

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Ethereal elegance in depiction
Thy beauty of my affliction

Glamorous shine I now shall plead
Withhold thy splendor, for I concede

Bedecking diamond of value aglow
It is perfection you bestow      

Body of platinum your tap I seek
One to sense and not to peek

Rays of...

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You could say spring was in the air
When his ballpoint pen flew apart
Arthur took charge of it's repair
So that made it a work of art!

Declaring that, he felt compelled
To write something down with it
Frowning his brow, with said pen held
He channeled his humor and wit

When...

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The horse gave way to the car
  The boat gave way to the plane
The quill gave way to the ballpoint pen
  from Oklahoma to Ohio to Maine

Radio gave way to TV
  TV to the Internet Sreen
Yet radio's making a comeback now
 ...

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A banana peel littering the sidewalk
  A candy wrapper lying carelessly on the parkway
An aluminum Coke can, crushed, by the side of the curb
  Cigarette butts scattered randomly on the pavement 

A plastic diaper stuffed into a trash container
  A ballpoint pen,...

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AntiPoem 31 “Rita Montero”

(Poet’s instruction: Kindly play “Ay, Mama Inez” 
by Rita Montero while reading this AntiPoem)

a red trolley finds Ebbets Field behind a pigtown ditch
significant hotdogs and burnt singles melt into the pitch
Jackie Robinson squares off with an ash tree riding the sky 
the...

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This year 2021 seems so very hard
with covid and all its limited implications
but it's worth comparing centuries before
five hundred years before was no celebration

In comparing all these 500 years ago
when it was a world so different from today
this was what Europe then was like
even U.S....

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Some have head but they cannot think
Some I’d love to think but have no head
You have head, hands…and you don’t stink
Thank God for your life… you are not dead

Some are educated but have no job
Some have jobs but they aren’t educated
Whatever you earn from your...

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This horny shaft of ruffled feathers
Is hollow and needs to be filled
This shaft has become a hard ballpoint pen

It needs secretion within parchment
It is filled with ink wanting to write
Without you I have writers block

I will glue your pages together
Placing my hard cover around you
I...

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My escape
similar to heroin 
or sharp whiskey.
Almost like the stinging kiss of a razor blade.
different though,
in the manner of
it isn't going to hurt me
in the way those other things would.
I will not have scars from my escape.
No needle marks on the pale skin on my...

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AND Jesus! Like-licking lollipops gliding King
of the boulevard of spirit dreams
and I licked-like sticks like the wooden
cross across Life       Oh Mohammad too,
who knows where he's taking me--somewhere
I want to be? Like my best friend
and religion is a sidewalk with...

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Scheme of Things

John wants everyone to walk in truth
And if you happen to have a sweet tooth
One of priest's sermons should listen to
Will liven you up so you won't feel blue.

No matter how hard we have tried
Must let God become our great guide
I may have...

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