Best Pen Up Poems

Haul back from Winter Fairy land the wondrous Christmas tree
Open up the boxes with bright ornaments and all the trimming.

Hear the kids shout for Santa Claus and Frosty the Snowman oh so merry.
Obedient they are too, like little elves, with visions of toys, their joy...

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I'll say all the things they hate to say
I look for everything I hate to see
I know nothing out there has a chance of breaking me
I found peace in myself, I'll never rely on another to make my day

Why would I pay attention to words...

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Poets around the world gather right here
Over mounts and founts where muse is found clear
Expecting greatness from Poetry Soup
Then finding it when you need to recoup
Rehabilitated when you feel at home
Your sweet quill shall pen the perfect poem

Simplistic yet deep I do write sometimes
Or a...

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(TO) OLAND

O pen up and tell your Mom.
L ife is not to shun.
A spire to be who you are.
N ever defeat your goals.
D on't deny your soul.

(TO) TONY RASHAD

T ogether is a strong word
O ften use with opposite annotation.
N ever interpret it as such
Y our...

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L iving, in its basic sense, is easy.
I t’s a thing done automatically.
V ibrant life, however, must be strived for.
E ndeavor to be all that you can be.  

L aughter is a key ingredient.
A waken and embrace each day with awe.
U ndaunted by misfortunes,...

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F reely sharing your beauty in 
L ovely shapes and colours as you 
O pen up your precious buds
W hen each one is ready to 
E xhibit Nature's beauty in a
R ange of shapes and sizes in a
S plendid display of her artistry...

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I’m feeling that feeling
I felt in the beginning 
Times flying by 
my minds still spinning
I think I’m losing ground
And my patience is thinning
Getting tangled up in 
the webs Life’s spinning 
Further from where I’ve been 
But no closer to winning 
It’s the bottom of the...

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My pens off safety and the trigger won't jam
You couldn't out write me if I had a broken hand
To get my name in the history of poetry is my plan
My pens off safety and the trigger won't jam

A poetry lover
Who's emotionally suffered
A tortured artist with...

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I almost got blinded by the light, I felt confused when the dark was missing 
Having a real smile on my face is something that was hard to envision
I've noticed that when I pick my pen up that my art is different 
But the picture...

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The world is full of people.
Some are good and some are bad.
The difference between them
are the solutions that they had.

Some folks don't react well
when a problem comes in play.
Others are more practiced
for when trouble comes their way.

The smart ones seem to look at things
with a...

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I ndecisive love
N ever losing touch

T wice is a deadly game.
H ope is always there
E ven when love is indecisive.

M y life is attached to yours.
O pen up.
O pen up.
D o not let go.

F or I am in the mood for love.
O ur total eclipse...

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Poem

(P)ut that book down & pick this one up. This book is the language of poetry, the language of insanity, the language of misery the language of the authors hands that can be writing for eternity 

(O)pen up that mind of yours so you can...

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It's two a.m and I'm still sitting here trying to write.
I have the comfort of this candle burning low.
I have the warmth of a fire right beside me.
Yet what you want me to write makes my thoughts and words hard to flow.
I just smiled when...

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C ome,colour my canvas mind again with your white ink,
O pen up those horizons for another flight~~
N ostalgic,melancholic and sublime,
S ing again those pleasant serenades
T ranquilizing my mind with soft words,
A nd let me see the world through those eyes
N esting a bird called sorrow,
C...

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O   pen up soft eyes,
to winter's frigid white tears
and the angel's veil.

R   elief dances wild
in each clean, rebellious flake,
blessing the night crease.

I   vory stars kiss
heaven's violet canvas,
a glistening sheet.

G   litter: a new life
in which the paper crane...

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