Best Desk Poems

The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink...

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To all the pens I’ve lost before
That rolled off my desk and, on the floor
I’m glad they came along
I dedicate this song
To all the pens...

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Behind a chair 
        Below a desk
 with my bare feet on a wall, in my flannel pajama...

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I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing...

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I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you...

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Today for lunch I dined on some Tex-Mex cuisine,
jalapeno topped enchiladas and refried beans;
a favorite here in Texas, that can’t be denied,
but this afternoon I...

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they met, once upon a time-
her silky hand melds with his
for but a moment 
an exchanged glance, fleeting
chocolate brown orbs
swimming in pools of milk
ebony hair...

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I got a letter the other day;
The Postman delivered it in the usual way.
No return address I could see;
Who could possibly be writing to me?

I...

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I have read that book
cover to cover
many a time
It's held me when I was down 
gave me smiles all night long
It has given me a...

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I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.

Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly...

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He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things

You really...

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The muses all march to their own rhythmic drum
Or saunter or scamper in their favored time
The poems will come when they come, when they come

Blank...

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A week passed, yet no words drifted in my mind
I feared I'd become numb and poetically blind
so, I gave up, went to bed and turned...

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Smooth paper lay up on the desk.
My thoughts were odd, but not grotesque.
Will robots take what I did write,
extracting words by dark of night?

The robot...

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I invite you to join the perfect womens club
The application is sitting on the desk
The following will not determine acceptance
Weight, height
Age
Hair color 
Certainly not breast...

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