Best On Paper Poems

Here i sit on the loveseat
Which is my writing place
Slash and the computer
I sit in stillness and ponder
Which seems like long hours
Wondering what poetry form
I will create next yet 
No idea comes to mind
So I sleep on it all night
The Ghost writer speaks 

She gives me a title
On paper i write
By my night table
Then I...

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Seasons have more reasons  
to celebrate an innovative artist  
who speaks in colorful dialects—  
when abstract silence kicks in  
and suffocates the petals dried  
and left as bookmarks  
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through  
the ashen skies the day  
the ink of...

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throws herself on paper
reveals heart to strangers
throws herself on paper
identity unrevealed

throws herself on paper
fearless, bold, sensual
throws herself on paper
poet persona unknown to others

unbelievable to those who know her....

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I have a propensity to write my feelings on paper.
My voice is silent orally.
My feelings locked down 
When they are not oozing out of my eyes and cheeks.

I like to think they are put away safely in a
Velvet lined jewel-encrusted crypt, but they are not.
So I let them out onto a blank page with blue...

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urgh! bleh! School is not 
any fun whatsoever.
Homework calls to me....

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Hoping everyday there will be a vicissitude in your thinking.
Irritation and repose.
Waiting.
For a text, a call, reticence.
White space on paper.
Empty.
I drank your wine.
I reveled in your game.
Laid nude and bent over your couch while you created rudiment on the floor beside my foot.
Vessel.
Held my breath, eyes shut while you finished yourself.
Watched you cook steak on...

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On Paper

Marching through time
Losing track of it all
How fast time flies
When you’re feeling good
Having fun without a care
Now all of your concern is real
Running scared of situations in your life
And your feelings

You don’t know what to do with yourself
You are never alone
The chance to sit 
And think your thoughts on paper
Before you lose your mind...

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It was only ink on paper, but I couldn't let it go,
It was many years of mem'ries as I read and cried alone,
Only words upon the paper, only marks upon the page,
How it all would end was really hard to gauge.

I read ev'ry letter slowly from a girl so long ago,
And emotions welled inside me...

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Paper
Plus a pen
The page shows words,
In which feelings rise up
and shine....

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You squeal on clarinet 
I scratch on violin
Difference between us
Is paper thin?

In Plato’s cave
I crave your flesh
Your shadow is all
Desire can save. 

You squeal you say
To me music play
I scratch all day
To you I pray

These words we change
Inked art to begin
Inscribe loves mind
On my paper thin....

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My heart on paper. 

Zak I'm giving you my heart; all in black and white, with paper and words. 
Because I cannot pull out a beating heart; otherwise I would. 
Words cannot explain how I really felt when I finally got to see you. 
You looked so real; your blue eyes staring into my soul...

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Treat this poem as the truth
Non-fiction...
Because this is the best way I can try to describe what it feels like to suffer with cocaine addiction
It’s hard to even put this feeling of addiction into words
To a ‘non-addict’, the things that I am saying may seem absurd..
Like how do I even begin to explain
I wish a...

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I Write As Of Old, On Paper In Ink


After reading poems, I get started
I write as of old, on paper in ink.
Hours pass, before pen and I are parted
olden ways used, give greater depths to think!

After reading fine verse, this heart then speaks
on things that just may give, some sweet relief.
Wheel sooner gets its oil,...

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Cost cutting beans
Recipe for poor planning
Unrefined refried

By Robb A. Kopp...

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If I bleed on paper,
is it really blood
or is it just words,
droplets of phrases,
splattered feelings
of this love coursing
through my veins for her,
coagulating into meanings
on pale parchment skin
leaving behind
heart shaped scars
that no one
will ever see?...

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