Best Parchment Poems

I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath,
making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase
which makes my faults no less dismal than death.
Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven.
Perhaps I can best define myself as God's...

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Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen 
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly 
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed 
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am 
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my...

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Enticing whisper
on candle-lit sand
beneath an effervescent moon
and honey essence
Florescent jasmine
in silent touch
as dreams tread softly
on purple petals
Amorous glance
in shades of blue
witth silver wisps
and wistful waves
A falling star
Unspoken thoughts
Shimmering dust
and hundred wishes
The clack of glass
red-cherry wine
bare-toes tip-toeing
in search of time
Warm arms embrace 
in ring of fire
as...

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Enticing whispers on candle- lit sand

beneath an effervescent moon and honey essence

Florescent jasmine in silent touch

as dreams tread softly on purple petals

Amorous glances in shades of blue

'bove silver wisps and wistful waves

A falling star,Unspoken thoughts

Shimmering dust and hundred wishes

The clack of glass,bacchus of wine

Bare toes...

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Feelings on paper
A melody on parchment
easy poetry

your heartfelt humor
delighting unknown strangers
while you ignore him

pouring out your soul
into a painting or poem
husband catches up...

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Upon this Naked Parchment Bare
by M. Griswold
07202022

Every stroke is dimensional against this naked parchment bare.
Until the words appear, getting them to share their mystery there.
And when the master makes them dance and line-up in their roles.
Each noun or verb speaks its own tone, whether tis...

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Along the highway,
in hard, rocky, pale brown soil,
wild, white lilies bloom.



Bite Size Poetry No. 15 contest...

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Oh, empty quill
On brittle parchment
Why with such zeal
Do you deride me?
Such power to prevent
A single word 
From being scratched out
Repudiating inspiration
For the moment
Forbidding me
To imbibe of breath

Tell me of that
With which I have sinned
That warrants this pain
This censure…
Necessitates from accusation
This allegation
Which I must answer
Before judgment
Surges...

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Times of old dwindle throughout captured in leaves of parchment sewed individually into bounded Moroccan, Spanish, and Russian Leathers, seeping the smells of old centuries wisdom enclosed. 

 Taking the mind into the beyond where great stories are forged and fantasies made. 

 Smells of...

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I read in a parchment
A name!
Not sure
Pansy or
Golden buttons tansy.
The sound of the guitar,
The probe of the singer,   
And the joy of a listener,
The dance of souls are simpatico abstract.
Then I turned to my inner
I look like an old
My thoughts are somehow old
What...

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I understand her
Her emotions seem to flow through me 
Giving me the ability,
To paint a picture of her pain in my mind
I wish I could burn the parchment
and leave remnants of ashes behind
And though she feels her personal journey is not mine
I will continue to...

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Although I've never kept fanciful fountain pens close at hand,
I have found no need for flamboyant quills to dip into a well,
for poetic lines never heed my beck and call or my command.
Sometimes I'm a barren poet, thirsting for words in a dry spell.

I have...

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“Parchment which shows the mark of heart and soul,”
Blood and sweat stains between the lines so weak.
Sometimes knowing the traveling distance or goal,
Parchment which shows the mark of heart and soul,
While at others not knowing if it will take the toll,
Writers’ accomplishments’ may or not...

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Small moated manorhouse oriel windows silver mists
White damask silver and crystal tinkling chime sounds
Yew and privet hedges grew over the rose brick facade 
Overlooking a small pond and fountain leading toward
Poodle topiary garden path forking onto a  glinting river
Through the maze her  blushing...

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I feel my skin crack and split
as I watch dust seep from my old wounds
         in puffs of smoke.
The gore that encrusted my skin long ago
dried up and flaked off.
     I have to...

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