Best Quill 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 of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.

Exiled by the hypocrisy of...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic 
unfurled from the 
   silhouette of 
 ...

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A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for  e x p r e s s i n g  my soul-
For I have  l o n g e d  for this passion...

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Despite the distance,
like moon and ocean,
I feel her close, but
touchless and tasteless.
Craving her comfort.
like a thief without
his precious treasure,
I yearn for one glimpse.
Tongue is silent, but
as spirits ignite,
'urges' call her name.
Her voice cools embers,
as souls dream to meet.
Soft tones of her heart
flutter so tranquil. 
Calmness...

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Brother of the Quill
Join me in a dance
For mother sings nightly
And father sleeps within a trance
Deerskin feet 
they'll never hear our steps
Through hemlock and the fields of wheat
All night long we will dance
Moon Mother lights our way
And our ancestors shine as bright stars
We will run...

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"Scratch, Quills of God". Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Rhymes scream like cats and wriggle out of
my arms. Words hide and sick. The stanza’s end
comes to dead-end… Oh, devilish standoff
of plans and pens! The spirit leaves me and
unfinished sonnet bleeds. The crumpled piece 
of paper and another...

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I had found solace in my quill
Because therein could be expressed
That tragedy which gave me chills.
The pen and ink gave me some rest—

Because therein could be expressed
The cold emotion that I felt.
The pen and ink gave me some rest
From my own soul's distress and welts.

The...

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Whitman wrote of a great Captain
                             Keats Ode A Nightingale
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Of writing she's got it, simply read her writes
Lines flowing into lines her words delight
Intelligence with aplomb, crafted so 
Viewing leads to smiles our eyes bestow
Elegance via quill, generates, grows

Each and every theme written by she
Launched by her mind to every degree
Outstanding use of forms...

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The bards met there on winter nights
to write about the sounds and sights,
of all the places they had been,
since they met last with all their friends.

Quills and ink wells,parchment too,
shared or squandered,
words come true,
thoughts and feelings
fill the air,
visions falling everywhere.

Scooping up bright inspirations,
from another's celebration,
of...

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Illustrated delicately across the page,
Are imprints and collage of poetic verses
Which flicker with the air-brushed strokes of life—
That from my very essence they need to fly ,
Transporting me to  mystical hemispheres
As dips of imagination bleed upon endless hours, 
Soaked in the glimmer of fireflies,...

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Written: February 17, 2025 for Contest by Joseph May

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Stalking dark bloom at night 
Quick, lithe out of sight
Prowling stealth, jump right
Hushed,...

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                                       GOOD QUILL HUNTING
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Written: September 09, 2023
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In the abyss of night, I'm held captive tight.
Addiction to idioms fuels my Phoebus fight.
I abide, vouching sporadically to escape,
From the clutches of zeal, I can't reshape.

But my quill rebels; it won't be subdued.
It dances on my fingertips, its blaze renewed.
Beleaguered by...

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Reminiscing notes you sent from your peacock feather quill, kind editor
Embrace did I, your keen buoyancy, words whether grounded or surreal
Private musing you penned upon parchment brought tears of joy, mentor              ...

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